Zhu Yan followed Fang Yi’s gaze, looking over to see the upscale residential area across the grand canal behind the Little Bi Garden’s low-inco area. He said, "Oh, I rember now. A young master from the Zhou Family lives there. I heard a daughter of the Shen Family also lives there. The Zhou Family young master moved there to pursue her."
Speaking of this, Zhu Yan clicked his tongue twice and said, "Rich people surely have it good. They say buy a house, and they buy a house. They really can do whatever they want with money."
Fang Yi was nearly certain that the wealthy daughter living in that upscale area was undoubtedly Shen Huangyi.
Fang Yi glanced at Zhu Yan who was driving and said, "Your family is pretty well-off too. Your dad just took out a card with three hundred thousand on it."
Zhu Yan pulled the corner of his mouth: "Even though I’m a rich second generation, my monthly allowance is only a few ten thousand, I’m poor! You don’t know, my dad is really stingy..."
As he said this, Zhu Yan’s mouth couldn’t be shut, and he rambled on with Fang Yi.
For example, he wanted to start a business and asked his dad for a million, but the company accidentally went bankrupt.
Then, he went into the transportation business with friends and got scamd by a friend who took the money and ran.
He failed several tis, and his dad couldn’t take it anymore. Every ti he saw Zhu Yan, he would either scold him or hit him. He just couldn’t handle these losses, almost a million went down the drain after these few failed attempts.
Even Fang Yi, who was an outsider, felt a bit sorry—not for Zhu Yan, but for Zhu Yuehai, having such a wasteful son. If it were him, he’d want to just beat him to death to put an end to it.
"Don’t lose heart. Start fresh; you’ll definitely beco a business mogul in the future. I believe in you," Fang Yi comforted.
"Brother, though I’m wasteful, I’m not a fool. You can’t trick ." Zhu Yan’s tone was sowhat lancholic.
"You actually realized I was tricking you. See, you’re so smart; your dad surely misjudges you." Fang Yi said his lie with open eyes and a shaless expression.
"..." Zhu Yan.
Fang Yi glanced at the ti on the car’s dashboard; it was around five in the afternoon. Fang Yi couldn’t help but look at Zhu Yan who was driving, asking, "Hungry?"
Zhu Yan replied drearily, "I prefer ituan."
Fang Yi: "I’m not asking you to order takeout. I’m asking if your stomach is hungry. I’ll treat you to a al!"
Zhu Yan turned his head with a ’You should’ve said earlier’ expression. One hand on the steering wheel, he rubbed his stomach with the other, saying, "I’m a bit hungry. No need to treat , I should treat you. Brother, where would you like to eat? Just say, as long as it’s not a five-star hotel."
Fang Yi: "Go straight for a hundred ters, then stop."
Zhu Yan uttered an "Oh" and drove a little over a hundred ters, finally stopping in front of a small restaurant. Before Zhu Yan could speak, Fang Yi had already opened the car door and gotten out, so Zhu Yan hurriedly followed suit.
Fang Yi arrived at the entrance and called out, "Uncle, I’m here to bring you business."
At this ti, Pei Mingyuan was in the kitchen washing utensils. Upon hearing this, he paused for a mont and quickly ca out. Spotting Fang Yi made him visibly startled.
"Young man, why are you here again? Hurry and leave, that hooligan is scouring the streets for you," Pei Mingyuan said as he ca over, intending to escort Fang Yi out.
But Fang Yi stepped aside, and Zhu Yan was right at the entrance. Fang Yi laid his hand on Zhu Yan’s shoulder and said, "Uncle, let introduce you to the real big shot. Don’t worry about that punk coming over, even if they co ten or a hundred tis, this big shot won’t be bothered; he can settle all of them!"
User Comments
0 comments from readers