Happy Little Farmer
Chapter 42 - 42 42 Wei Juan's Conception

42: Chapter 42: Wei Juan’s Conception 42: Chapter 42: Wei Juan’s Conception Yang Fan left Old Zhou’s place and hurried to the hotel where Wei Juan was staying, as if he was rushing to a market.

In the somewhat cramped reception area, a young girl who looked like she was working a summer job was watching a drama on her phone.

When she saw Yang Fan heading straight for the stairs, she quickly looked up and called out, “What are you doing?”

“I’m looking for someone, my friend stays here,” Yang said.

The girl pushed up the black-framed glasses on her nose bridge, took a good look at Yang Fan, and suddenly said, “Oh, I remember you now.

There’s nothing in the room, you have to buy it here.

Do you want some?”

As she spoke, she pointed to a square box placed at the front desk.

Yang Fan thought it was something else, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be condoms.

He felt so embarrassed in that moment.

The young girl might not have seemed old, but she certainly had some experience.

“I don’t need it!” Yang Fan waved his hand and said.

“Hey, you…

I suggest you use one, for lasting longer,” the young girl even started to upsell.

Yang Fan waved his hand again, “I don’t need to last longer.”

“The thinnest one won’t affect your experience,” the girl suggested with a hint of a knowing smile.

“No, no!” Yang Fan repeatedly declined, quickly making his way upstairs.

The young girl didn’t look old, but she talked as directly as those aggressive saleswomen at train stations.

As the girl looked up to see Yang Fan heading straight for the stairs, she shook her head and muttered, “Good intentions mistook for salesmanship, in and out in just three to five minutes, and still too stingy to spend a little money.

What can you even do in one or two minutes?

Hmph…

over already?”

Yang Fan went upstairs and found the room where Wei Juan was staying, and gently knocked on the door.

Soon, rustling footsteps came from inside, followed by the door crackling open, revealing Wei Juan’s somewhat haggard side profile.

Seeing that it was Yang Fan, she quickly removed the security chain and opened the door.

“Why did you come over?” Wei Juan asked with a bit of embarrassment.

“You’re not carrying a phone with you, and you don’t have much money.

I was quite worried, so I came to check on you.

How are you doing?

Is the place okay?” Yang Fan said, placing the bag of second-hand phones that Zhang Yulan had forcefully given him onto the table.

Wei Juan let out a self-mocking laugh, “The stay is fine, but when you’re alone and quiet, there’s just too much stuff on my mind.”

“Still haven’t figured it out?” Yang Fan took all the roughly eight or nine phones out, pressing the power button on each one.

“…Yes.” Wei Juan replied with a faint and pitiful look, noticed the phones Yang Fan brought out, and asked in surprise, “You didn’t have to bring me so many phones just because I don’t have one, did you?”

“They’re second-hand phones I collected.

Just check if any of them work,” Yang Fan explained, “You don’t have ID, so you can’t get a SIM card.

But there’s Wi-Fi here, so at least you can use WeChat.

It’ll be more convenient that way.”

“Oh, I see.

I thought you went out of your way to get them for me, scared me for a second,” Wei Juan responded with a laugh.

“Sort of,” Yang Fan replied with a smile, “But they’re all second-hand, so don’t be too picky.”

Picking up a phone to inspect it, Wei Juan smirked and said, “Big brother, these second-hand phones mustn’t be cheap, right?

They all look so new, and this model is pretty expensive if I remember correctly.”

“They’re not worth much second-hand.

Hey, this one booted up, take a look and see if it works,” Yang Fan said.

Chen Zhong’s attitude towards phones was much like his attitude toward women; he always liked the new ones.

Although these phones were phased out, they were hardly worn out.

Wei Juan nodded and took the phone.

After a brief look, her cheeks suddenly turned red, “Fanzi, what does the owner of this phone do?”

Yang Fan was busy charging other phones, with every socket in the room being used.

Hearing her, he casually said, “Not sure, it seems they have some power.”

“Fanzi, why don’t you take a look for yourself, they must have quite a bit of power,” Wei Juan suddenly said.

Yang Fan turned to look at Wei Juan’s expression, raised his eyebrows heavily, “You’re kidding, there’s stuff in this one too?

Is this guy that crazy, having goods in every phone?”

He hurriedly came over and took the phone from Wei Juan’s hands.

What made Wei Juan blush was actually a few text messages that hadn’t been completely deleted, and they were in the blocked messages.

The person who sent these messages had been blacklisted by the owner, and not a single message got through, but they sent quite a few.

There was almost one every half month, only stopping at the beginning of this year.

Yang Fan looked at the end dates of other blocked messages.

Around the beginning of the year, it probably wasn’t that the person stopped sending them, but the phone owner had changed phones.

“This looks like a pimp!” after reading through about twenty messages back and forth, Yang Fan muttered with a strange expression.

The content of these messages was almost the same, with the sender continuously introducing women to Chen Zhong.

There was his secretary, subordinates, and even the wife and daughter-in-law of so-and-so, some even came with photos.

The words were very direct and very dark.

First, he would talk about the merits of the woman, where her figure was good, then go on to her family situation, and how she could be taken advantage of without any trouble afterward.

“This is obviously a pimp.

But, that woman in the earlier photos, she looks kind of familiar to me, like she’s from our village,” Wei Juan said thoughtfully, murmuring softly.

“This one?” Yang Fan scrolled up the messages, opened the photo in question, and asked.

Wei Juan glanced at it and nodded, “Yes, that one, she looks very familiar to me.”

“Now that you mention it, I think she looks familiar too.

Hey, isn’t this Yu Guafu, the one rumored to have gotten together with her father-in-law?” Yang Fan exclaimed in surprise.

“Exactly, it’s her,” Wei Juan said eagerly, nodding repeatedly, “Fanzi, do you think the person who sent the messages could be someone from our town?

Look at the way he talks, he seems very familiar with Yu Guafu, even saying he’s taken care of everything, that with a bit of money, anything is possible.”

Yang Fan shook his head, “That’s hard to say.

Yu Guafu has been running around a lot these past two years; she knows many people.”

Yu Guafu was in the business of vegetables and fruits, similar to Yang Fan, always on the move, up and down the streets and alleys.

“That’s true,” Wei Juan looked at the messages thoughtfully, then suddenly murmured, “If we could figure out who sent these messages, maybe it would be much easier to take down Shen Lin.”

“This phone owner is addressed as Chen Bu, likely someone from the county.

And the sender, despite sounding obsequious, has ties with such people and willingly plays the pimp, he must have greater power than Shen Lin.

If we bring these things to him and ask him to target that bastard Shen Lin, it shouldn’t be a problem.”

Upon hearing Wei Juan’s words, Yang Fan suddenly thought of Zhang Yulan.

“No need, no point in going through the trouble of finding him; I know someone more direct.

Let me handle it,” Yang Fan said solemnly, “But we’ll have to wait a few days; it won’t be that quick.”

When he first met Zhang Yulan, their relationship developed quickly, and she was very straightforward in saying similar things.

But Yang Fan thought it’d be better not to ask for her help so soon.

It would be better to wait until next time.