?58: Chapter 58: The Director’s Wealth and Pomp 58: Chapter 58: The Director’s Wealth and Pomp “I can’t dance for shit.

    Those pros who learned it can strip and twist with grace,” Zhang Yulan shook her head, “If you ask me to gyrate, it’s nothing compared to showing you how I can spread my buttocks to pick flowers.

    When the time comes, I’ll send you a message, and you just come over.

    What’s so improper about that?

    Just watching is fine, or if you don’t mind, you could fuck her too, no problem at all.”

    “I’ve got this woman totally figured out!”

    Zhang Yulan’s words were outright vulgar, but Yang Fan found them incredibly satisfying.

    This type of frankness, without any hint of taboo, was totally his cup of tea.

    It’s just that he wasn’t too keen on getting involved with her and someone else’s affairs, though Zhang Yulan’s proposal was quite tempting.

    “We’ll see when the time comes.

    Are you planning to start your revenge with the woman?” Yang Fan asked.

    “I’m not that stupid.

    Why bother taking revenge?” Zhang Yulan said with a cold laugh, “This status I have is still pretty useful; I don’t want to just throw it away.

    If Old Chen, that son of a bitch, loves to play around, then let him.

    We can play our own games too, and I’m living quite the good life, aren’t I?”

    “As for those videos, naturally, I intend to maximize the benefits.

    Old Chen’s bitches are no simpletons.

    If I just stir up this matter and offer them a deal they can mostly accept, ninety-nine percent of them will agree.

    They might not care about themselves, but they definitely will care about that son of a bitch Old Chen.”

    Yang Fan nodded slightly.

    She said the others were no simple folk, but in fact, this woman was the truly complicated one.

    Her head might already be a grassland, but she could still suppress her rage, thinking about using those videos to haul in greater benefits for herself.

    That’s something an average woman wouldn’t be capable of.

    This realization made Yang Fan aware that he had to carefully examine the relationship between the two of them to clarify his own position.

    “Your approach, I’ve got nothing to comment on, but I can only say you’re damn cool-headed!” Yang Fan shook his head and smiled, his left hand resting on Zhang Yulan’s abdomen, his right hand clutching her smooth thigh, as he entered deep plowing mode again.

    This woman, full-figured and ripe as the golden valley, felt best in this position.

    “Ah...” Zhang Yulan let out a cry with her throat pulled tight, “What wisdom do I have, it’s just being driven to desperation.”

    “Though, that suggestion I made earlier, you might want to seriously consider it.

    Watching a striptease, screwing someone else’s wife, paving a new track for yourself, how good is that?

    If you want to make money, not only do you have to go all out, but you also have to loosen up your pants.”

    “You think I’m not loosened up right now?” Yang Fan laughed.

    “Right now, I’m the one opening up, almost blooming, ah...” Zhang Yulan let out a voice rising and falling rhythmically.

    With one thrust, Yang Fan left her no space to speak.

    ...

    After a good hour of toiling, Yang Fan finally finished with Zhang Yulan.

    By the time they were done, it was almost noon.

    Zhang Yulan enthusiastically insisted that Yang Fan stay for a meal before leaving.

    Unable to refuse, Yang Fan ended up staying.

    After lunch, he left Zhang Yulan’s home.

    Through his actions, he had thoroughly conquered this incredibly rational woman.

    She was as docile as a loving little wife, speaking in a soft, tender voice.

    Yang Fan didn’t linger in Zhangli Village, he crossed straight through the town and made it back home.

    As he stepped over the threshold, seeing Shen Lin once again sitting in the courtyard drinking, a surge of anger flared up inside Yang Fan.

    This damn bastard, was he really starting to treat this place like his own home now?

    In the past, at least he had the decency to cause trouble on an occasional basis; now, it seems he comes running here as soon as his eyes open.

    The approach Zhou Wenhui had taken did indeed vent some anger and managed to confuse this damn bastard.

    But the negative impact was far from negligible.

    Looking at Shen Lin now, he seemed genuinely convinced that Zhou Wenhui was interested in him, ready to be his kept woman.

    It wasn’t just Shen Lin in the courtyard; Zhou Wenhui was there too, keeping him company.

    The two of them, drinking under the scorching sun, presented a ludicrous sight resembling a nine-tailed fox accompanying a weasel for drinks.

    Yang Fan walked over with a stern face and sat directly opposite Shen Lin, “Director Shen, I’ve realized your skin is really thick.

    I think you shouldn’t bother going home anymore, why don’t you just move all your stuff over here!”

    “Fanzi, that’s actually not a bad idea, and I’m seriously considering it.” Shen Lin adjusted the sunglasses that were perpetually perched on his nose, took a leisurely sip of liquor, and said boastfully, “Later on, we can tear down this decrepit ancestral home and build two small two-story buildings, one for you and one for us.

    Don’t worry about the money.

    I’ll pay for it all, and it won’t cost much.”

    Yang Fan’s face darkened as he stared at Shen Lin and scoffed, “Since Director Shen is so rich, how about you lend me some money first?

    Our household has been struggling to make ends meet because of your antics lately.”

    “How much do you need?

    Just name it.” Shen Lin said arrogantly, gesturing grandly with his hands.

    “Let’s start with one hundred thousand yuan.

    That shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?” Yang Fan asked sarcastically.

    “What difficulty is there in that?” Shen Lin said, dismissively.

    He pulled out a stack of bills from his pocket and handed them to Yang Fan, “My money is all in fixed deposits at the bank.

    When it matures, I’ll withdraw one hundred thousand for you to use.

    If you’re really struggling, I’ve got some cash on me.

    You can use it, and it’s not a loan.”

    Yang Fan’s eyes coldly swept over the money.

    One hundred thousand yuan seemed like a trivial amount to completely ignore, but the cash he had didn’t even add up to two hundred yuan.

    Yet, that less than two hundred yuan was being offered with extravagant condescension, as if Yang Fan was a beggar.

    “Although I’m short one hundred thousand, a hundred or so yuan isn’t a problem for me.

    If you can’t cough it up, then you’d better shut your filthy mouth and stop barking orders in my face,” Yang Fan snapped as he pushed away Shen Lin’s hand.

    “Hey, kid, even a hundred or so yuan is money, and I’m not asking you to repay it.

    Just take it,” Shen Lin said with irritation, “My money is all in time deposits; you think I’d be short over one hundred thousand yuan?

    I’m telling you, I’d lend it to you just like that.”

    “As long as you don’t claim the bank is yours, I’ll believe whatever you say about how much money you have there.

    But I think I’m unworthy of your dirty money.

    Why don’t you save it to bury with you when you die?

    Now, hurry up and get out of my house.

    This estate bears the name Yang, not Shen, old man, at least have a little shame!” Yang Fan cursed with a look of disgust, having no mood to entertain this damn bastard any longer.

    “Kid, do you have any idea what you’re talking about?” Shen Lin’s face suddenly darkened, “If it weren’t for the respect I have for your stepmother, this house would’ve become the Shen’s a long time ago.

    What do you think you count for?

    I wasn’t even thinking of despising you for bringing death upon your father and brothers, and yet you dare to scorn my money as dirty?”

    With those harsh words, Shen Lin’s hand lashed out, throwing the money into Yang Fan’s face, “Take it!”