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Chapter 447 - 294: Capable People

Chapter 447: Chapter 294: Capable People

"Strange..."

"What’s up?"

Hu Yifei turned his head to look at his girlfriend, and then, following her gaze, he saw Meng Lang and Lin Haitang together.

"Look at those two, there’s obviously something off about them!"

"What’s the problem?"

"Tch! Are you blind? Can’t you see there’s something more than friendship going on between those two?"

"Really?"

"I’m a woman, do you think I can’t tell?"

"This... can’t be. I thought that Meng Lang and the senior sister had something... Could we have misunderstood?"

"Xiao Yu!"

Hu Yifei turned his head and saw Yan Feng had appeared by their side at some point.

"Master."

"Hmm! Come here, I’ve got some questions for you."

"Master, please ask." Hu Yifei walked over to Yan Feng.

"I’m asking you, do you also know that Meng Lang?" Yan Feng asked.

He had also noticed the interactions between Meng Lang and Lin Haitang.

With his old cunningness, he could tell from Lin Haitang’s shy and mildly indignant demeanor that it must be that Mr. Meng who was flirting with the young girl.

In broad daylight, no less, and the object of flirtation was Weiwei’s close friend!

Originally, because of Meng Lang’s "fearless against power" and "speaking justice" from the other day, he had a somewhat favorable impression of him and even considered adding this youngster to the "marriage observation list."

Now, he immediately slapped him with negative labels like "ladies’ man" and "butterfly attractor."

Having seen that Hu Yifei appeared to already know Meng Lang, he naturally thought to come over and find out more from him.

"Yeah, I know Mr. Meng, introduced through the senior sister, actually. He even helped me out with a little favor previously," replied Hu Yifei truthfully.

"Oh?" Yan Feng was somewhat surprised.

He knew about Hu Yifei’s family background; a mere insurance salesman was able to help him?

"Then tell me, what do you know about this young man?"

"This... counting this time, I’ve only met him three times, so I can’t really say I know him."

"Then tell me what you do know."

Hu Yifei dared not hide anything.

"I don’t know much else, only that Mr. Meng is really good at driving."

"Really good at driving? You mean to say he’s flippant?" Yan Feng furrowed his brows.

Hu Yifei broke into a sweat, not expecting his master to be up on the lingo.

"Ahem! I mean, in the literal sense that he’s good at driving, I suspect he might have been a race car driver in the past."

"A race car driver? Isn’t that the same as not having a proper job?"

In Yan Feng’s view, racing was basically synonymous with idling away one’s talents.

Not much different from those youths who lost themselves in gaming and self-titled as "professional gamers."

Just look at the timing; yesterday he took Weiwei out playing for the whole day, most likely his rotten idea, right?

"Uh... Master, it’s not fair to say that. That Brother Meng... his driving skills are almost top-notch in the country," Hu Yifei said with an awkward smile. After all, he too was a car enthusiast, though not as skilled as Meng Lang.

If playing around was considered not having a proper job, then what was he?

However, the praise Hu Yifei thought he was giving only made Yan Feng’s frown deepen...

"Top-notch in the country?

Then he must have been engaged in this improper business for quite some time...

Think about it, to become a "top professional gamer," wouldn’t one have to be a serious gaming addict?"

Yan Feng’s impression soured even more.

"Uh..."

Could it be interpreted that way too? Talk about a generation gap!

Hu Yifei’s internal alarm bells rang with panic.

Seeing that Yan Feng kept asking about Meng Lang in a manner reminiscent of a father-in-law sizing up a suitor, how could he not realize he was inquiring on behalf of Yan Weiwei?

Just from Yan Feng’s tightly knit brows, one could tell that the evaluation was decidedly unsatisfactory.

After some thought, he decided to speak up fairly for Meng Lang.

"Master, despite his youth, you don’t know this — he once had a meeting with two business tycoons, speaking for less than half an hour, and yet he managed to impress them both.

I figure, Mr. Meng must be capable. As they say, appearances can be deceiving."

Hu Yifei was subtly reminding his master not to judge a book by its cover.

One shouldn’t use some clichéd TV-drama tactics to throw money at Meng Lang to make him leave Yan Weiwei.

If an even more melodramatic "thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west" situation pops up then, that scene might be really hard to manage...

"There’s more to it?"

Yan Feng was stunned for a moment.

At first, he was indeed surprised, but the more he thought about it, the more he felt that something didn’t quite add up.

"Big shot" "met once" "spoke for less than half an hour" "saw him in a different light"...

Those words...why do they sound so familiar?

Right, they’re talking about me!

Thinking back to that night’s somewhat confrontational and odd behavior from the young man, Yan Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit puzzled.

Impressing two business tycoons and getting them to see him in a different light?

He can’t possibly be so young yet such a business prodigy that a few words would astonish them, could he?

And being quite influential myself in the circle, haven’t I seen all kinds of promising youths, and isn’t it impossible to escape my judgement even if one is a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

But strangely enough, he also made me see him in a different light with just a few words, although the entry point was Yan Weiwei...

Hiss~

Could this kid be a talent like Su Qin and Zhang Yi, possessing the "skills" of eloquent speech and persuasion?

Thinking back to that night’s events...

If you think about it with a positive mindset, the other person is caring for Yan Weiwei and can’t stand to see her aggrieved, going so far as to become enraged for a beauty.

But if you look at it from a darker perspective, could it be that he’s preying on my guilty fatherly conscience towards Yan Weiwei, deliberately doing the opposite?

Looking at the outcome, in the time it took for a meal, he won my approval, I subconsciously overlooked his various shortcomings, and even considered whether to add him to the "son-in-law candidate list".

He also received unanimous praise from others, seen as "courageous" and "valuing loyalty".

Moreover, by unwaveringly siding with Yan Weiwei, he earned a lot of her favor...

This is just...damn!

Eating my food, living in my house, and even cursing me out, yet in the end, he still came out on top?!

A winner in life, that’s what this is!

I had thought this kid was just a headstrong young man and didn’t think too deeply, but now that I hear what Hu Yifei implies, this young man is someone capable!

A person with abilities!

Could he be without schemes?

Could he really be as simple as a headstrong young man?

This just doesn’t make any sense!

The conclusion is...it seems like I’ve been played by this kid...

"Heh, he truly is a capable one!" Yan Feng scoffed.

These post-90s youngsters really know how to pull tricks; I, an old man, nearly didn’t catch on!

"Hmm! In terms of judging people, Sister Weiwei definitely inherited your talent!"

Hu Yifei didn’t pick up on Yan Feng’s sarcasm and immediately gave a thumbs up, offering flattery.

Little did he know, this flattery ended up backfiring.

Yan Feng gave him a nonchalant glance.

"Yeah! Just last year, there was another ’very capable’ young man who came to me, saying that he wanted to struggle for his dreams. Now, he doesn’t dare to return to the country..."

"Uh..."

...

"Go Uncle Fan! Go Uncle Fan... Yay! We won! We won!"

Xiao Yu sat on Meng Lang’s neck, cheering very energetically at the side of the arena, the only one there who truly qualified as a cheerleader.

In the end, Fan Shigang won the official qualification for his team, "Twelve Road Spring Leg Representative Team," at the cost of a few huge footprints on his body.

Fellow martial artists from various schools congratulated him with clasped fists, and Yan Feng also returned the gestures with a smile.

When he passed by Meng Lang, Meng Lang also followed local custom and said with a smile, "Master Yan, congratulations!"

"Hmph!"

"Uh..."

The smile on Meng Lang’s face froze.

Three question marks appeared on his forehead...

He just... hmphed at me, right?

Where did I offend him?

Realizing what had just happened, Meng Lang was suddenly speechless.

This little old man, you curse him and he praises you in return.

You show a bit of kindness and he suddenly gets aloof!

Confirmed, this old fellow...is definitely a masochist!