Chapter 104: The Definition of a Wanderer

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Still without a solution in mind, Jiang Fan watched for less than a minute before Zhang Chunge had already beaten Zhao Sixi to a battered, unrecognizable state. If he didn’t intervene soon, Zhao wouldn’t just be unable to leave his home for ten or fifteen days—he might not survive at all.

Hurriedly, Jiang Fan called out, “Alright, I said practice, not to the death!”

Ignoring the struggling, now feeble Zhao Sixi, the two men headed toward the fruit shop.

Jiang Fan introduced Zhang Chunge to Wang Wenyu and Xiao Yuxin.

As soon as Zhang Chunge called out “Sister-in-law,” he hadn’t even greeted Xiao Yuxin properly before Hui Ge’s car arrived.

The moment Hui Ge’s foot hit the ground, Jiang Fan teasingly said to Xiao Yuxin, “Sister Xin, look at how many unopened boxes of fruit we have in the shop—let Chunge help you move some out. The big spender’s arrived.”

Seeing Jiang Fan’s informal, teasing tone—like with family—it felt more natural and familiar.

Hui Ge joked back, “Too lazy to look, just take it all.”

Yueyue got out of the front passenger seat and chimed in, “I just delivered the fruit I bought a couple of days ago yesterday. Should I clear out my entire rented place today? Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t have enough room to store it!”

Jiang Fan, unfamiliar with Yueyue, remained silent. Xiao Yuxin smiled and teased, “That works. Want me to pack it up for you now? If you have nowhere to sleep and Hui Ge doesn’t mind, you’re welcome to crash at my place.”

As the group settled down, Zhang Chunge stood there dumbfounded.

Seeing there were no stools left in the fruit shop, Jiang Fan asked Zhang Chunge to borrow a stool from the Hui Feng restaurant across the street.

Hui Ge laughed and said to Jiang Fan, “You should pick your spots better. You’re right next to the village committee, making it look like a slaughterhouse. That’s not a good impression.”

Only thinking of the quiet among the weeds, Jiang Fan, unaware of the proximity to the village committee, scratched the back of his head and teased, “Did you put someone on me? Otherwise, how do you know it was me doing the slaughtering?”

Hui Ge warned again, “You look like some bandit conscripting men—dragging a grown man like that without caring about who’s watching. Do you really need someone tailing you? When I’m having tea in the village, I can clearly hear the screams. If I hadn’t intervened, the village probably would’ve called the police. Next time, be more careful.”

Although the act was about punishing the wicked and upholding justice, the method was hardly justifiable.

“Got it, I’ll be more careful next time,” Jiang Fan said awkwardly, introducing Zhang Chunge, who was carrying the stool, to Hui Ge.

Hui Ge sized up Zhang Chunge and pinched his arm, saying, “You look thin, but I didn’t expect you to pack such a punch when you smashed that place!”

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Jiang Fan stared at Hui Ge, silent but puzzled—how did he know everything?

Seeing the confused look in Jiang Fan’s eyes, Hui Ge smiled and said, “Don’t worry, no one’s tailing you. Most of the convenience stores around the factories here are run by people from our village. If something unusual happens on the street, the whole village hears about it.”

Thanks to Hui Ge’s explanation, Jiang Fan learned that many factories don’t allow employees to leave during workdays except holidays.

With thousands, sometimes tens of thousands, of workers confined within factory grounds to eat, drink, and relieve themselves, running a convenience store inside such a factory is a unique business. Outsiders have no chance, and even locals without influence can’t grab such opportunities.

After some casual chatting, Hui Ge asked Jiang Fan why he was taking care of Zhao Sixi.

Since the deed was done and there was no hiding it, Jiang Fan explained what he knew and his plan to make Zhu Bing and Gou Biao cough up the money.

Hui Ge chuckled and shook his head. “Brother, you’re thinking too simply.”

“They ate it, so they should spit it out,” Jiang Fan insisted, believing that once he found the person paying the introduction fee, Zhu Bing and Gou Biao would refund the money.

Hui Ge was blunt: “If it’s just dealing with a few low-level thugs, you can handle it however you want. But if you want to achieve what you expect, you must consider a few things.

“1: Do you know Chen Anlong? Do you know what he values most?

“2: Are you someone important enough in Chen Anlong’s eyes?

“3: Get to know the relationships among the Taiwanese executives at Dafeng.

“4: Why did Gou Biao let his men know that Deputy General Manager Li was involved with the profits but didn’t reveal who that other colored deputy manager is? I think it’s because he’s scared to say it. If nothing unexpected happens, I can guess who it is.

“When you really think through these four points, you’ll understand how hard the task is.

“Some things can’t be done recklessly by one person.”

Hui Ge’s words left Jiang Fan stunned.

After hearing this, Wang Wenyu went to the trunk of his car, took out a pack of cigarettes wrapped in yellow kraft paper with no label, and handed it to Hui Ge.

“Hui Ge, sorry for not knowing you before and neglecting you. Please forgive me. This is just a small token; please accept it.”

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Hui Ge quickly pushed the cigarettes away in surprise. “Sister-in-law, such a precious gift—absolutely not acceptable.”

Hui Ge, who had some knowledge, knew that things bought with money weren’t truly precious. The cigarettes Wang Wenyu held were an exclusive internal supply, impossible to purchase even with money.

Because they were special supply, the cigarette boxes were wrapped in plain white paper with no markings on the packaging or cigarettes inside.

Made from top-grade tobacco, their quality was unquestionable. Those who smoked them had a special status.

Wang Wenyu shoved the pack directly into Hui Ge’s hand. “It’s just a day’s worth of cigarettes—what’s the harm in accepting them?”

Jiang Fan, unaware of such nuances, caught hold of Wang Wenyu and joked, “You came back from Guangzhou with gifts for uncle, aunt, and my two little sisters, but none for me. You even hid a pack of cigarettes and won’t let me smoke them.”

Xiao Yuxin didn’t know the significance of the cigarettes either, but seeing Hui Ge’s expression, she understood they were no ordinary gift.

Sensing the purpose behind Wang Wenyu’s present, she refrained from teasing Jiang Fan and instead listened attentively to the conversation.

Seeing Jiang Fan complain about not receiving any cigarettes in front of Hui Ge, Wang Wenyu feigned disdain and said, “You smoke like you’re inhaling dry grass. You can’t even tell good from bad. It’d be a waste to give these to you.”

Hui Ge didn’t mind Jiang Fan’s childishness and curiously asked, “Sister-in-law, there must be a reason behind such a valuable gift. Why give it to me?

“Normally, with your connections, you wouldn’t need to give gifts to get things done; people would be eager to help. Someone like me probably couldn’t do much for you anyway.”

Wang Wenyu smiled. “Thank you for saying that to my man. Besides, I’m no big figure—just a wanderer.”

Hearing Hui Ge speak earnestly to Jiang Fan like that, Wang Wenyu thought he was someone worth Jiang Fan’s acquaintance.

Hui Ge held the cigarettes with a meaningful look. “People who leave their hometown are wanderers, but there are different kinds.

“The two most common are: those who wander out of necessity to make a living, and those who have comfortable lives but don’t want to stay in comfort—they seek new experiences and choose to stay temporarily in unfamiliar places.

“To be honest, out of curiosity, I asked around about you. Others wouldn’t tell me.

“When a high-ranking, powerful person mentions you, they get a bit startled. Can you still call yourself just a simple wanderer?”