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After sending away the villagers, Yang Fan led Song Bowen and Wang Dafu into his own small courtyard.

Seeing Yang Fan's shabby courtyard, Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu exchanged a look, and almost simultaneously believed Yang Fan's words. He was lucky enough to find two top quality orchids from the mountains, so he didn't have any secrets, and he didn't have the trick to grow top quality orchids.

When Yang Fan's parents heard that Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu were philanthropists that came to make donations, they were extremely enthusiastic about them. They served tea and poured water, and even prepared to cook for the two distinguished guests.

There was no helping it, that was how enthusiastic the rural people were. It was the same when the rich came, and it was the same when the poor came. Moreover, this kind of enthusiasm didn't seem fake, it was completely different from the people in the city who sealed themselves in reinforced concrete buildings.

The dinner was very sumptuous. Without needing Yang Dongdong and Zhong Renjuan to help each other, the villagers had already brought in many delicious food: ten catties of wild carp, wild mushrooms from the mountains, fat and tender wild black fungus, hens from the grass seeds and bugs, cured meat that was glistening in the sun …

All sorts of rare and delicious food was being served to Yang Fan's kitchen, and it was also being delivered continuously, leaving it unstoppable.

Every time someone came to deliver something, Yang Fan and his parents would personally go out to the courtyard to express their gratitude. Song Bowen and Wang Da Fu also felt embarrassed to sit there without moving, after all, the villagers were here to thank the philanthropists for the food they had brought to Yang Shugou.

These villagers' smiles were so sincere and sincere, completely different from the fake faces they encountered in the business world. Just looking at them made them feel comfortable, and just from the short time of thanking them, Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu already felt that they were more satisfied than donating millions or tens of millions to some so-called local government.

After the dishes were placed on the table, Yang Fan took out two more jars of Spatial Spirit Wine. As soon as the seals were opened, the fragrance of the wine immediately filled the room, and even Song Bowen, who had basically stopped drinking, couldn't help but let out a cry of "Okay". Not to mention that Wang Da Fu, who was extremely addicted to alcohol, had immediately asked Yang Fan to buy as much of this wine as he could.

"Hehe, I'm not selling this wine. On the way here, Old Man Song said that my medicinal wine is a joke. I don't dare to sell it to avoid others calling me a liar." Yang Fan had told this story for half a day, all for the sake of this moment. This was called wanting to seize the opportunity to make money, but one couldn't be too realistic about it, especially when it came to rich and powerful people like them.

Capital was always very bloody during the initial accumulation stage, and even though these rich people were now all acting like dogs, philanthropists and love ambassadors, who knew what they did when they first started, if they didn't ruthlessly slaughter them they would be letting down the masses.

He immediately laughed and said, "Brat, don't keep us in suspense. We just want to sell our medicinal wine at a good price, if it's good, then this old man won't be afraid to pay a high price. Let this old man taste it first, and see how different your so-called secret recipe for the immortal's gift is from other medicinal wine?"

Song Bowen was still talking when he turned his head around. He was so angry that his nose almost crooked. Wang Da Fu had already started drinking, so he didn't even bother being polite with him.

Song Bowen quickly picked up his wine cup and took a sip as well. Suddenly, his eyes lit up as he raised his head and gulped down the entire cup of wine.

"This won't do, kid. I must buy this wine. Say it, how much do you have? How much do you have? I'll take it all!" Song Bowen spoke without stopping. Without waiting for Yang Fan to pour him a cup of wine, he had already filled his cup to the brim.

"Haha, let's eat first. We'll talk about the details tomorrow, okay?" Yang Fan didn't want to discuss the price now. The effects of the Space Medicinal Wine wouldn't show up until tomorrow, so it was still too early to talk about it.

"Right, right, right. Let's eat first. We'll talk after the meal." Gou Yangdong also exhorted, as the host, should persuade the guest to eat and drink more, talk business? His son is right, we can talk about it another time.

Red braised rabbit pieces made by wild rabbits in the mountains, pure wild mushrooms and chicken stewed with mushrooms, ten catties of big carp fish, organic vegetables without any pesticides, spicy and delicious dried bamboo shoots fried with cured meat …

They were used to eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea, and were also used to the cooking techniques from famous chefs. They rarely ate these ecological dishes from the mountain people, so of course, they felt that the food was extremely delicious. In the end, they ate until they couldn't stand up straight.

This was especially true for the two jars of Spatial Wine. They had both entered Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu's stomachs, and the two of them had almost fought over the wine. Seeing this, Yang Fan couldn't help but curse silently.

After dinner, Zhong Luojuan was about to carry out a big watermelon to entertain her guests, but Yang Fan had secretly pulled her aside and told her not to take the watermelon out, otherwise she would be in trouble.

Zhong Renjuan suddenly recalled her son's repeated warnings that her watermelon was not ordinary and was too big. One look at it was enough to tell that it wasn't normal.

This time, he was serving a wealthy man from Southeast Asia with a special identity. Once he caused some trouble for his son, it would be bad.

Having understood the situation, Zhong Ruan Juan broke out in a cold sweat. Although the rural people were honest, they weren't stupid. She clearly understood the pros and cons of being unable to cause trouble for her son just to entertain the guests.

Thus, the watermelon was changed into a wild strawberry. Although this kind of wild strawberry growing in the mountains was not very pleasant to look at, it tasted quite good. It was sent by a child, saying that it was for Grandpa Song's apology.

In fact, he had arrived a long time ago. He had been too embarrassed to enter the yard during dinner, and now that he had finished his meal, he naturally came to see the philanthropist who had come to inspect the investment and donations on the road, and had also taken the initiative to invite Song Bowen and Wang Dafu to stay at his house for the night.

Yang Fan thought about it and felt that it made sense. He only needed these three broken tile rooms. The three of them didn't want to live in a crowded house. Song Bowen and Wang Dafu, as well as their subordinates and bodyguards couldn't live there, not even in the Village Chief's house. They had to mobilize a few more families in order to arrange for so many people to live there.

Everyone chatted for a while. Yang Fan agreed that he would bring Song Bo Wen and Wang Da Fu to the mountain early in the morning for an examination. He also went to check out the location of the two orchids.

Yang Dong and Zhong Ruan Juan were busy the whole night. They were a little tired and went to sleep early. Yang Fan lay on his bed, thinking about something. Looking at the moonlight shining through the window, he was unable to sleep for a long time.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Yang Fan, who had already sunk into a state of half-consciousness, suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, as if someone was peeping at him. Opening his eyes, he looked out the window and saw, under the reflection of the moonlight, a person's shadow reflected on the window!