Farming Boy With A Magic Ring

Yang Hsingchen didn't stay idle either. He immediately called Wang Hongyun and Zhang Dazhi to ask Wang Hongyun to raise funds and prepare for the march into the tourism industry.    

    

The reason he brought Zhang Dazhi along was because Han Yumei was at a gathering. To joke with him, Boss, you are still too biased. In his dream, he asked my Dazhi to open a restaurant. In reality, you still let us open a restaurant, even though this vegetable supermarket is very profitable. But compared to the damn fatty, the power is not just a little bit.    

    

Although Han Yumei said it was a joke, Yang Hsingchen thought about it and thought that it was really like that. So this time he asked Wang Hongyun to raise funds and let Zhang Dazhi transfer his vegetable supermarket to someone else.    

    

When Zhang Dazhi heard that, he was full of reluctance. One should know that... His vegetable supermarket was making money every day. He asked ___ to throw away the supermarket that was laying golden eggs. Going to a place where birds don't fly, what kind of vacation was this? Was this not cutting off the meat in his heart or something?    

    

On the other hand, his wife, Han Yumei, was very knowledgeable. She was a woman who could pick up and put down some courage. She waved her small hand, "Dazhi, we will listen to Boss. We will immediately transfer the supermarket!"    

    

Seeing Zhang Dazhi's pained expression, Han Yumei curled her lips in disdain, "You are just petty! Do you know why Boss doesn't dare to carry a heavy burden on you? It's because you are cautious and lacking in courage when doing things! "    

    

" You really don't have the spirit of a fatso! What are you afraid of? At most, we'll start over again! It's not like we haven't lived a poor life before, what are we afraid of? Use the words in the sword, don't be reluctant to part with these pots and jars. If you shatter them, you can rebuild them again! With one sentence, go for broke. Do it!"    

    

Zhang Dazhi finally let go of the reluctance in his heart after being scolded by his wife. He nodded vigorously. "Wife, I understand! But I have a better idea. We don't actually need to transfer our store. I'll go and fight with my boss. You stay here and guard this shop. If the other side loses money, we still have food to eat here. Don't you think so?"    

    

Han Yumei's eyes lit up when she heard that. Then, she shook her head. "That's not right. What if the boss wants us to sell the shop because he doesn't have enough funds? Then, aren't you dragging him down by coming here? "    

    

"It's fine. Let me ask the boss." Zhang Dazhi immediately called Yang Hsingchen. Yang Hsingchen did not say anything after he heard it. His original intention was to let Zhang Dazhi and his wife be together, so that Han Yumei would not have the chance to cheat on him. He didn't want what happened in his dream to come true. But Zhang Dazhi could not let go of that shop, so Yang Hsingchen naturally could not force him.    

    

Zhang Dazhi heard that Yang Hsingchen agreed to his plan. He was very happy and was about to hang up the phone when he suddenly remembered something. He quickly said, "Boss, boss, there's something else I need to tell you."    

    

"Oh? Go ahead!"    

    

"Hehe, it's that bald-headed Qiang who has always wanted to acknowledge you as his master. This fellow keeps torturing me all day long and wants your phone number, what do you think?"    

    

Yang Hsingchen was just about to ask Zhang Dazhi to call him back when his heart suddenly stirred." Alright, give me his phone number. I'll call him. "    

    

After a while, Zhang Dazhi sent the bald-headed Qiang's number over. Yang Hsingchen immediately called him.    

    

"Hello, that little bird? Is there anything I can help you with?" The moment the call connected, the voice of the bald-headed Qiang could be heard.    

    

That bird? Yang Hsingchen was stunned. He said angrily and jokingly, "It's this bird of mine, Grandpa Bald-headed!"    

    

"Ah? Master? It's you, old man! Aiyaya, look at my stinky mouth!"    

    

The sound of a slap was clearly heard. Yang Hsingchen was speechless for a while." Alright, alright. If you have the strength, then save it to cut others. Let me ask you, how many of Zhongcheng's underlings do you have?"    

    

When the baldy heard that, he proudly showed off. "There are seven or eight of them. Boss, are you going to cut people? Who do you want to cut? I will definitely do it properly for you."    

    

" What the hell? You only have seven or eight people? You still have the nerve to show off?"    

    

The baldy's face turned red, "No, it's not the boss. It's not as easy as it used to be. The big hoodlums have long turned white. Or rather, they have put on white clothes. For us small hoodlums, for a bigger place, they don't want us, so a small place can't make a lot of money. And now, our brothers are no longer as loyal as before. Without money, it's very difficult to gather people."    

    

Yang Hsingchen naturally knew that what he said was the truth. He chuckled. " So, don't take this path anymore. This is the era of money. You can't even stay there without money. The main reason I called you today is to see you work so hard to acknowledge me as your master. Although I don't want to be your master, I can still help you."    

    

"I'll give you two conditions right now, you can choose for yourself One is to enter my Chen Lin company as a security guard and be a security manager for you. You can also bring your best brother in, but you have to restrain them. The second choice is that I will ask my brother Wang Hongyun to transfer you a million dollars later. What about you? Lead your brother to find a proper deal. Do a good business. Think about both of them. Choose that one? "    

    

With a gudong sound, the baldy forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva." Master, is what you said true? "    

    

"Isn't that nonsense? It's not true. I have nothing to do, so why would I call you?" Yang Hsingchen rolled his eyes.    

    

"Master's father... Wuuuu..."    

    

Suddenly, there was a sobbing voice that sounded like a grievance, causing Yang Hsingchen to tremble. "Baldy Qiang, you're not sick, are you?"    

    

"Master's father, you don't know. I'm too excited in my heart! Did you know that when I was young, I was also a good boy? But ever since my dad got together with his stepmother, he kicked me away."    

    

"I fell from a little prince who was favoured to a stinky dog shit that was despised by others all of a sudden. The huge difference made me feel extremely unbalanced in my heart. I've been working hard since I was 16 years old, from nothing to debts. Now, not to mention that my parents are ignoring me, even my family and friends are avoiding me like a plague when they see me."    

    

" I've seen through it all these years. What familial love? It's all f * cking bullshit! You don't have money, even ghosts look down on you. So I started being a gangster, I cut people down, I also saved people... I also went into the Palace three times, and for me, it was like going back to my mother's house, my heart was really numb... Sometimes, I feel that my friends on the mountain are more considerate. I only feel like home when I get there. "    

    

"But, Shi dad, you... you actually treated me, a stranger who has nothing to do with you. You gave me a million yuan as a financial aid. I-I won't say anything more, dad Shi. From now on, this 180 jin of meat will be yours! If you want it any time, your disciple will always hold it with both hands, not uttering a single word! Wuwuwu... " The big man was so moved that he squatted on the ground and continuously cried.    

    

Every loyal person who slaughtered dogs was a scholar. Yang Hsingchen deeply agreed with this sentence. He believed that a guy like Baldy Qiang would be better off than anyone else if he had a chance.    

    

Yang Hsingchen chuckled. "Brother, I don't want you to repay me. I'm your brother. Don't mention such things in the future. Say, do you want a million, or do you want to be a security manager? "