Chapter 95 - The Beauty Does Not Let Him Find the Village Rascal

Luo Yang also didn’t know what had happened, but he felt it must not be a bad thing.

He then heard Luo Zhihai continue, “There are fish being raised in the big water tank behind the house, do you know?”

Those three little fish were exactly the ones that Luo Yang had taken out of the Shennong Scripture’s landscape painting.

He said curiously, “I’m raising them.

Those fish grow very fast.”

Luo Zhihai said excitedly, “Those are Yangtze shad!

The current market price for wild ones has reached more than 4000 yuan per half-kilo!”

Upon hearing this, Luo Yang was also very happy.

Ever since he obtained the Shennong Scripture, Luo Yang genuinely had the capital to accomplish great things.

Not to mention other things, just the fish raising business alone could make him a fortune.

If you add the beauty stream water business, that would be incredible.

In other words, becoming a billionaire was a piece of cake for Luo Yang.

At present, Luo Yang had a small dream.

Indeed, he aspired to quietly become the world’s richest man.

If nothing unexpected happened, this goal was one hundred percent achievable.

The father and son chatted as they walked out the back door and came to the big water tank.

Luo Yang glanced at the three Yangtze shads in the water and saw that they had grown larger again.

The streams and ponds in the landscape painting of the Shennong Scripture contained countless Yangtze shad fry and an innumerable number of other fish fry.

Luo Yang mentioned that a classmate wanted to partner up to rent land for fish farming.

His classmate would supply the money, and he would supply the labor.

He also mentioned that he had generally agreed with the village chief Xie Runfa and told Luo Zhihai to discuss the details and sign the agreement.

Upon learning of this good news, Luo Zhihai was very supportive and immediately went to find Xie Runfa.

Meanwhile, Luo Yang called An Yuying and asked her to come to his house, as renting land required money.

He had saved about 120,000 yuan in her card.

After a while, An Yuying arrived at Luo Yang’s home.

She wore jeans and a T-shirt, elegant yet stunning.

The two planned to go together to the bank at the Xiaoshulin Market to withdraw money, and Luo Yang drove her on his motorcycle.

Once the land was rented, they could start digging fish ponds.

With Luo Yang’s special fish fry, there would be a big market in the future.

The most delightful part was that the fish fry taken out from the landscape painting of the Shennong Scripture grew unusually fast, which was a significant advantage.

As they passed by Tang Guihua’s home, she happened to be driving back.

Tang Guihua smiled and asked, “Where are you two going?

Don’t tell me you’re going shopping?”

An Yuying was thin-skinned.

Hearing this, her cheeks flushed red as she said in a delicate voice, “Guihua, Niu Zai is going to rent land.

I need to go withdraw money with him.”

Her relationship with Luo Yang wasn’t officially public yet, it was semi-public.

The villagers all knew that their relationship was not ordinary.

“Niu Zai, I have some good news for you.

I’ve found a place for the clinic.

Let’s go check it out now.

I’ll give you guys a ride, just park the motorcycle at my house,” Tang Guihua said.

Immediately, Luo Yang parked the motorcycle, and he and An Yuying sat in the back seat of Tang Guihua’s Peugeot 308.

Tang Guihua turned the car around and drove towards the Xiaoshulin Market.

Ever since he started earning income from selling beauty stream water, Luo Yang wanted to do more business.

For Luo Yang, partnering up with people was the best way forward, for now.

After all, he couldn’t handle so much business by himself; he needed others to take part.

Tang Guihua was impressed by Luo Yang’s superb medical skills and believed that opening a clinic with him would be invariably successful.

Moreover, Luo Yang also had beauty stream water, and if they could sell that at the clinic, it would be even better.

Compared to each other, Tang Guihua had more business acumen than An Yuying, the two village beauties.

An Yuying was not skilled in business matters.

Soon, they arrived at Xiaoshulin Market.

They first went to check out the rented store space—about 60 square meters, less than a hundred meters from Laixi Bar.

“Tomorrow I’ll go to the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to register, decide on the investors, the amount of investment, the name, the location, and the departments we’ll set up.

Then we can start decorating,” Tang Guihua said.

She, too, wore jeans which, compared to An Yuying, suited her like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums.

Each had their own strengths.

Girls wearing jeans tend to look more youthful.

“Okay, you decide.

Just let me know how much money is needed, and I’ll give it to you.

Sister Guihua, I don’t have much time to handle these matters, so I’ll leave the hard work to you,” Luo Yang said.

After that, Luo Yang accompanied An Yuying to withdraw money from the bank.

Leaving the bank, they still rode back to Hongyun Brigade in Tang Guihua’s car.

They stopped at the brigade chief’s door and Luo An got out of the car.

Luo Zhihai was in the middle of negotiating with Brigade Chief Xie Runfa about renting land.

The deal was almost set, just the payment and signatures were left.

They would rent 20 acres of dry land, 400 yuan per acre per year for 5 years; for mountainous land, they rented 50 acres, 200 yuan per acre per year, also for 5 years.

Luo Yang handed the 100,000 yuan he had just withdrawn from the bank to his father, and then left the village chief’s sundry shop with An Yuying.

He had to do acupuncture for Teacher Lin.

The motorcycle was still parked outside Tang Guihua’s house; they retrieved the motorcycle, and Luo Yang first made a detour to Lang Yifeng’s place.

An Yuying asked why he was going to Lang Yifeng’s house.

Luo Yang said he had some matters to discuss.

Knowing well that Luo and Lang had grievances, she worried he was going to fight and advised him not to go.

Seeing that he was determined to go, she refused to get off the bike and asked him to turn around and head to her house instead.

“Sister An, there’s nothing to worry about; I’m not going there to fight.

It’s just a small matter.

You can rest assured; I’ll be fine.

Even if he wants to fight, I’m not afraid of him.

I’m not the same person I used to be.

The current me is much stronger than before,” Luo Yang reassured her.

“Then what are you going to see him for?

He’s not your friend, is he?

Let’s not go, okay?

Someone here is worried about you.

Niu Zai, please don’t go.

Let’s go home,” she said, her voice soft and coaxing.

Yet, they had already arrived at Lang Yifeng’s doorstep by then.

On a normal day, many local toughs would gather at Lang Yifeng’s house to brag or plan shady activities.

Seeing Luo Yang show up, the toughs couldn’t help but tense up.

After all, Luo and Lang were sworn enemies now, and such encounters could easily spark conflict.

Just last night, Luo Yang had learned a set of Fist Technique from the “Shennong Scripture” painting, and with True Qi within his body, he was fully confident he could defeat Lang Yifeng.

Any other villager would certainly not dare to enter Lang Yifeng’s living room so casually.

However, Luo Yang entered with ease.

As he faced Lang Yifeng and the others, he said indifferently, “I thought it over last night and decided, how about this, Lang Yifeng, from now on you work for me and use your salary to offset the debt you owe me?

What do you say?”

At these words, Lang Yifeng’s face darkened instantaneously.

All the other toughs widened their eyes in surprise; they admired Luo Yang’s audacity to speak such words.

It was known that in Hongyun Brigade, over the past ten years, no one had dared to speak to Lang Yifeng in such a manner.

Luo Yang was the first.

It had always been Lang Yifeng giving orders to others, bullying people as he pleased, none daring to upset him.

And now, a young man repeatedly challenged him.

Ever since his grudge with Luo Yang developed, Lang Yifeng hadn’t had a single peaceful day.

To speak these words on the road was one thing, but to actually come to his door and make demands was insulting to Lang Yifeng.

“You think you’re invincible just because I let you off each time?!” Lang Yifeng suddenly stood up and strode toward Luo Yang.

“I know you don’t accept it.

Today I’ll give you a chance to turn the tables.

If you can beat me, you won’t have to repay the debt.

But if you lose, you’ll follow my commands from now on,” Luo Yang said coldly.