C13

On the way back to the village in the city, Yang Fan thought of many things. The Old Ancestor's words about not exposing his wealth were truly wise, he had only sold the wine for several tens of thousands of yuan and had already attracted the attention of a thief. If he had followed his previous plan to sell the fruits and vegetables cultivated by the Spatial Spirit Spring on a large scale, he would have caused even more trouble.

To be able to open a high-end hotel in Jiang-Nan city, who didn't have a background in both black and white? If these people wanted to offend him, they wouldn't even be able to cry.

Although the vegetables and fruits in the space were not ripe yet, it was not hard to imagine that the things watered down with the spirit spring water were not ordinary at all. Once they went on the market, the repercussions would definitely not be small.

If he was targeted by bigger figures, the consequences would be even more horrible. If those big figures asked him to give up the method to grow vegetables, fruits, and grains, he wouldn't be able to refuse at all. He would definitely die if he refused.

Do not doubt the greed of human nature, and do not place your safety on the conscience of others. In the face of sufficient benefits, brothers can be a wall, and fathers and fathers can also be hostile.

Reality was not a fairy tale, and failure could be repeated again. Once an enemy that he could not afford to offend was attracted, it was very likely that he would end up in an irreparable situation. Those people would not leave him with any chance to turn the tables, and at that time, even his own family would be implicated.

How could those powerful figures not understand the principle of removing roots from weeds?

Returning to the village, Yang Fan locked his motorcycle in his yard, lay on his bed and tossed and turned, repeatedly modifying his plan. Only when the sun went down did he gradually fall asleep.

Yang Fan had a dream. He dreamt of becoming the richest person in the world, in the fields of farming, farming, winemaking, medicine, health care, cosmetics, genetic modification, and so on. No company's or country's industry could compare to his.

There were countless things he could use to enjoy: islands, beaches, villas, beauties, luxury car yachts, and airplanes.

Just when he was on an island, having an open meeting with a group of beauties of all colors shamelessly, a group of armed officials suddenly came and took away all of his belongings. The leader of the officials smiled sinisterly before he left and pulled the trigger on him.

Ah!

Yang Fan woke up from his dream and broke out in a cold sweat, "F * ck, why does the officer who shot me look so familiar? It's the president of the student council, that trash!"

Speaking of the president of Yang Fan's student union when he was in university, he had no choice but to mention the story that had to be told between him and his former girlfriend, Li Qian.

As a flower of the foreign language faculty, Li Qian had no idea how many suitors had come after her, including the President of the Student Union, Wang Zheng, a well-known figure in Jiangnan University.

However, there were plenty of rich second generation unchosen beauties, and there was even a promising student union president unchosen. Yet, they had found Yang Fan, who had just come out of the mountains, as their boyfriend.

Actually, many people didn't know that the reason Li Qian wanted Yang Fan as her boyfriend was because Yang Fan had rescued her from the night field.

Or it could be said that Yang Fan was someone who didn't care about other people's business. At that time, Li Qian was still a naive and ignorant girl who was only in her first year of university. She had been tricked into singing at a music hall where Yang Fan worked together with a hoodlum.

Young girls were emotional, whether it was out of gratitude or for other reasons, but Li Qian was so muddle-headed that she developed feelings for Yang Fan, and the two of them had been in love for four years.

However, fairy tales will grow one day and beautiful dreams will eventually be shattered. When a young girl wakes up from a dream, she will realize that love is not bread, that it is not enough to eat or drink, and that if she wants to live a happy life, she still has to talk to the real thing.

Thus, when Wang Zheng, the handsome and rich student union president, once again entered Li Qian's field of vision, Li Qian had more than once compared Yang Fan to him:

Look at Wang Zheng, he even started a company.

Look at Wang Zheng, he's even driving a luxury car of one million yuan.

Look at Wang Zheng, how well dressed and tastefully dressed he is.

Don't look at me as a sheep

The intelligence of the sheep be unthinkable

The sky is high and the mood is wild

Chase down the sun every day

A burst of cell phone ringing interrupted Yang Fan's thoughts. He picked up his phone and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, is this Yang Fan?"

The female voice that came out of the phone sounded very familiar. Since the space spring water had improved his five senses, Yang Fan immediately recognized Lin Xiaoling from the Fuhua Hotel.

"It's me. Who is this?" Yang Fan reckoned that Lin Xiaoling was here to talk about the Spirit Spring Wine, so he pretended that he couldn't recognize her voice. If he could expose her identity, then he would give her a false impression that he valued her, which might increase the difficulty of the negotiations.

"Hello, Yang Fan. I'm Lin Xiaoling from the Fuhua Hotel. I have something I want to talk to you about. Are you free today? Can I treat you to lunch?"

Lin Xiaoling had a good grasp of her speech skills. She was a young woman who was a few years older than Yang Fan. Calling him by his first name sounded both intimate and polite, which was much better than addressing someone like Mr. Yang.

"There's no need to eat anymore. If you have anything to say, just say it on the phone. I still have something to do in the afternoon." Although Yang Fan wanted to sell his Spirit Spring Medicine Wine, he wouldn't be so eager to stick it in. Not even beauties would be able to do so.

"It's not about the Fuhua Hotel, it's that a friend of mine who runs the hotel wants to see you. She's interested in your medicinal wine and wants to talk to you face to face. If you're not free at noon, then it's fine now."

"Alright, then let's find a place to sit. Where are we going?"

"There's a teahouse. This name is really special."

Yang Fan looked at the antique decorations of the teahouse and found it quite interesting. In a modern city like Jiang-Nan city, there was actually such an antique tea house. The idea of the owner of the teahouse was quite ingenious.

Inside the Wind Listening Pavilion, Yang Fan met Lin Xiaoling's friend. He was about the same age as her, a beauty in her mid-twenties.

Unlike the professional Lin Xiaoling, her friend was well-developed, with a protruding front and back, fair skin, peach blossoms, autumn water in his eyes, and a touch of worry in his eyes. The sadness also added to her charm, making him look like an alluring cream cake, giving people a sweet and tasty feeling.

"Hello, my name is Bai Mei. I'm Lin Xiaoling's college classmate and best friend."

"Hello, nice to meet you." Yang Fan shamelessly shook hands with Bai Mei, thinking that this woman shouldn't be called Bai Mei, she should be called Bai Mei instead.

Bai Mei was quite outspoken, and when she shook hands with Yang Fan, she gently scratched his palm with her little finger. Yang Fan decided that he would not offend anyone, and if they offended him, he would definitely offend them. He definitely wouldn't suffer a loss, so he scratched Bai Mei's hand three times in a row!