Ling Zhenfei was now entangled with millions, so a few tens of thousands for these little fish fry was naturally not sothing he cared much about.
He was only concerned about such luck, to buy a sick fish and still hit it big, demonstrated that if he could develop the fish-breeding business, he would undoubtedly shoot to fa and realize his agricultural dream sooner rather than later.
"Fatty, maybe you were right, keeping ornantal fish has beco a modern fashion."
Having thought this over, Ling Zhenfei said to Fatty, "I think your suggestion just now was very good, I've decided to start with these Little Golden Arowanas as a trial, and begin breeding ornantal fish."
"Really? Boss, are you really going to breed fish?"
Upon hearing that his suggestion was adopted by Ling Zhenfei, Fatty was so excited it was as if he'd won a grand prize, patting his chest and assuring Ling Zhenfei repeatedly, "Boss, I'm totally with you on this, just focus on breeding your fish. I'll find custors for you later, no worries about not being able to sell them."
While Ling Zhenfei was talking with them, the phone rang urgently.
He picked it up and saw that it was a call from Han Lian, causing Ling Zhenfei's brows to furrow yet again.
Every ti this iron-blooded policewoman Han Lian sought him out, it seed to be nothing good, either asking for his assistance with a case or doing sothing related to an investigation. He had just made a trip to the border for the police and hadn't been back for even a day, yet she was contacting him again...
"Hello, Officer Han, can't you give it a rest for a while? I have my own things to deal with, okay? I'm not a cop. Besides, even if I were a cop, they have vacations, you know?"
Upon picking up the call, Ling Zhenfei bombarded her without asking any questions first.
Ling Zhenfei thought that this iron lady would definitely go on the offensive with him, but unexpectedly, he heard Han Lian's voice sounding sowhat low through the waves, "Ling Zhenfei, Lin Zhengnan, the president of Lin's Group, has been murdered. Today is the day of his morial service, and I want to go with you to pay our respects…"
"This…"
Ling Zhenfei had intended to joke with Han Lian, but upon hearing this news, he was instantly silenced.
He felt a profound sense of regret for the misfortune that had befallen Lin Zhengnan.
Lin Zhengnan was only just over fifty this year, in good health, and his Lin's Group was in a period of vigorous developnt. The death of such a promising president was genuinely distressing.
What made Ling Zhenfei even more sorrowful was the fact that he could only save Lin Zhengnan once, but in the end, he failed to save him a second ti.
"Ling Zhenfei, how are you doing? Are you at ho? Should I drive over to pick you up, and we go together?"
Seeing no response from Ling Zhenfei, Han Lian asked anxiously.
"No need, I'm in Binyang, at the entrance of Culture Palace, let's go together!"
After giving his location to Old Qiao and bidding farewell, Ling Zhenfei left the fish in the aquarium to Fatty to look after for a while and headed out the door, waiting outside in the square for Han Lian to arrive.
After waiting for less than ten minutes in the square, Han Lian showed up.
According to what Ling Zhenfei thought, Han Lian would definitely co punctually in her police uniform and in a police car, but today, Han Lian's appearance was refreshingly different, creating a whole new impression on him.
Today, Han Lian neither wore a uniform nor drove a police car, but instead rode a regular motorcycle.
"Hey, hey, where are you looking? Get on the bike!"
"Ha ha, Officer Han, you can't bla for this, bla the surprise you gave today, totally catching off guard!"
Though Ling Zhenfei was laughing and joking with his words, he ceremoniously took the handkerchief and pretended to snort deeply into it before acting intoxicated, exclaiming repeatedly, "Ah, the handkerchief of a beautiful policewoman really is extraordinary, even its scent has a distinctive appeal."
"You, cut the crap and wipe it off!" As soon as she heard him still blabbering, Han Lian had to furrow her delicate brows and urge him.
"Haha, alright, a beauty offers a sweet-scented handkerchief, how could I let down such kindness!" Ling Zhenfei laughed heartily, lightly wiped his nose with the handkerchief, and then casually stuffed it into his pocket.
"Hey, are you planning to default right in front of a cop, not returning what you borrowed?"
Seeing her handkerchief turn into a at bun thrown to a dog, gone without return, Han Lian's brows couldn't help but knit together, wishing she could kick this guy off the motorcycle.
"Hehe, I'm telling you, Officer Han, you really can't say things like that! I've wiped my... no, not snot, it was blood, with this handkerchief, how could I possibly give it back to you? Even if I were to return it, it's not like I could do it now, right? Hehe, I'll wash it clean and pick a special day to return it to you!"
Perhaps because he had spent too much ti with Fatty, Fatty's sleaziness and endless chatter seed to have quickly rubbed off on Ling Zhenfei; his shaless rambling continued, yet the handkerchief remained unreturned.
"You… I won't talk to you anymore!"
Luckily, Han Lian had just turned her back, or else if she had seen Ling Zhenfei's hooligan-like deanor, she would have gone mad on the spot.
"Hey, sit tight, I'm going to ride!" Han Lian said gruffly, twisting the motorcycle's throttle briskly, and the motorcycle roared as it sped forward.
Han Lian was startled, anxious, and embarrassed, hurrying to hit the brakes.
Screech! Screech!
The motorcycle screeched as the two wheels grated against the pavent, producing a grating noise. The vehicle perford a 180-degree drift and ended up sideways in the middle of the street, nearly getting rear-ended and sent flying into the air.
"Hey, Officer Han, what kind of driving is this? You almost scared my soul out of !"
The bike lying across the middle of the street, Ling Zhenfei seed to be petrified, still holding onto Han Lian's delicate body without letting go.
"Oh, my bad, how embarrassing! Such a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"
Although Ling Zhenfei kept ntioning a misunderstanding, he did not forget to sniff deeply at Han Lian's hairline before reluctantly releasing his grip.
"You… you… shaless!"
Han Lian was so angry she felt like stomping her foot, but her motorcycle was in the way. Cars behind her kept honking nonstop, urging her to make way.
As soon as Han Lian moved the bike to the side of the road, a driver in a Wuling minivan, wearing a crooked cap and smoking a cigarette, leaned out and said to Ling Zhenfei with a leering face.
"Mind your own business?"
Before Ling Zhenfei could respond, Han Lian, already fuming, rolled her eyes at the driver and then pulled out her police badge, shouting at him, "I'm a police officer, you're parked over a double solid line, that's points off your license and a fine…"
Han Lian hadn't finished her sentence when the driver, frightened, quickly stuck out his tongue and sped away in his vehicle.
"Hahaha…"
Seeing the driver flee in such a panic, Ling Zhenfei couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Stop laughing, you! I'll settle the score with you later! You drive!"
However, before the sound of Ling Zhenfei's laughter had died away, Han Lian had already given him another eye roll.
With no other choice, Ling Zhenfei had to drive and take her towards the funeral ho.
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