Chapter 47

"Mr. Jiang, please, please, please."

Today's sun was rather blinding, and the temperature had risen significantly from yesterday.

Zhou Weiwu, with a fawning smile, kept urging the group led by Mr. Feng, who had come to visit the farm. The success of the farm's transfer depended entirely on today.

It was said that Mr. Feng—Feng Guoren—had just returned from Lake Yan, where he had taken his beloved dog to a competition. However, this time, he was very unhappy because the German Shepherd, Peter, which he had bought at a high price and trained meticulously, had been crippled by a small stray dog.

Zhou Weiwu was puzzled: what kind of stray dog could defeat a German Shepherd? He didn't dare to ask, knowing that Feng Guoren was his financial god at the moment, and whether Manager Zhou could get through this crisis depended on today.

Taking over this farm had been a huge misfortune for Zhou Weiwu. Initially, he had heard that the area was going to be developed, so he quickly bought it in advance, thinking that once the surrounding area was developed, running a countryside inn would be a good idea. If the development reached his farm, he could get a substantial compensation. However, it turned out to be a false rumor, and the person who had confidently provided him with the information had long disappeared.

This place was too remote, without even a store. Who would come to this godforsaken place for a holiday?

Money, Zhou Weiping urgently needed money to save his life...

"Charlie, what do you think of this place?" Alice asked in a coquettish voice.

During the competition at Lake Yan, Alice had made a huge fool of herself and became a laughingstock. Feng Guoren had been in a bad mood ever since. Later, it was said that Brother Yuan had also suffered a significant loss at the hands of Ai Xiaohai, which made Feng Guoren even more displeased with Alice.

After much effort, she managed to cheer up the old man in bed. They decided to start a dog breeding farm, believing that they could definitely find some good dogs. Moreover, running a dog breeding farm would be very profitable.

"The place is good... Oh, a rat, how disgusting."

A large rat was staring at the group from a distance. This rat was quite bold, showing no intention of fleeing despite the presence of so many people. Charlie, who was more afraid of rats than women, hid behind Alice: "I hate rats so much."

"Shoo, shoo." Zhou Weiwu hurriedly chased the rat away, fearing it would affect the transfer negotiations.

After all, Feng Guoren had bought this farm for his mistress, Alice. If she was unhappy and left, Zhou Weiwu would be in deep trouble.

Unexpectedly, the rat not only didn't leave but also made a couple of provocative squeaks.

Zhou Weiwu picked up a brick and threw it, finally driving the rat away.

"Just a rat, what's the big deal? It's normal to have rats in such a place." Fortunately, Feng Guoren didn't take it to heart. However, as he spoke, he suddenly felt something land on his head.

Instinctively, he reached up to touch it—TMD, it was a handful of bird droppings!

"Oh, how disgusting!" Alice also screamed, as her head had also been "bombed."

Several sparrows were circling in the air, dropping bird droppings one after another, accurately landing on Feng Guoren, Alice, and Charlie. The three of them couldn't even dodge in time.

This was an aerial "chemical weapon" attack...

Zhou Weiwu was terrified, loudly calling the Wei brothers to chase away the sparrows while repeatedly apologizing.

"Snake, snake!" Alice suddenly pointed ahead, her face pale with fear: "Snake!"

A large snake, coiled up, was flicking its tongue, its flat head and small eyes staring coldly at the humans, ready to attack at any moment.

A venomous snake, definitely a venomous snake from its appearance!

Alice was still okay, but Charlie was almost fainting from fear.

"Quick, quick, drive it away, drive it away." Zhou Weiwu was so angry he could spit blood. Why was he so unlucky today, encountering so many bizarre things?

Wei Lixia and Wei Dongzhi found some sticks and were about to attack the snake, but unexpectedly, the snake lazily slithered away.

Looking at Feng Guoren, Alice, and Charlie, they were in a terrible state, covered in bird droppings.

However, just as Zhou Weiwu was apologizing repeatedly, the incident was not over.

Two weasels appeared quietly. Everyone was so busy that no one noticed the weasels.

These were a pair of weasels. They looked at each other, stood on their front legs, and with a quick movement of their hind legs, two streams of amber liquid were sprayed out.

Instantly, a pungent, unbearable smell filled the air, forming a fine mist. The mist entered Feng Guoren's and Alice's eyes, causing immediate burning pain and tears.

Compared to the sparrows, this was a true "biological attack"!

The liquid released by the weasels contained a substance called butyl mercaptan. A weasel produces 1 milliliter of butyl mercaptan daily, stored in the anal glands. When needed, the weasel stands on its front legs, aims with its eyes, and sprays the odor, which can reach up to four meters, demonstrating its powerful force.

Because of this, even fierce species like the prairie wolf never attack weasels.

After the attack, the two weasels immediately left the "battlefield."

Feng Guoren and his group were in a terrible state, attacked by rats, sparrows, snakes, and weasels, making them look very disheveled. Their eyes were burning and painful, and it took over ten minutes of rinsing with water to feel better. However, the smell on their bodies would likely linger for days.

"Mr. Feng, today..."

"Get out!" Feng Guoren roared in anger: "Zhou Weiwu, you want to transfer this破 farm? You've ruined me today!"

"Darling, my clothes are covered in the smell, and this is Dambino, very expensive." Alice grabbed Feng Guoren.

"Compensate, compensate!" Feng Guoren pointed at Zhou Weiwu and shouted: "Zhou Weiwu, listen, you must compensate us for all three of our clothes. If you're short by a single cent, I'll break your legs!"

With that, he stormed off with Alice and Charlie.

Zhou Weiwu was stunned. Who had he offended? He just wanted to transfer the farm to get through a crisis, but who would have thought such a bizarre thing would happen? It was too strange, too strange. Since he took over the farm, nothing like this had ever happened. What was going on today?

Feng Guoren was the only potential buyer, and now he was gone. What should he do?

On the other side, the animals that had just finished their "attack" gathered together. Seeing that they had successfully driven the humans away, they were all proud and vied to take credit, each believing they had made the greatest contribution and would be favored by the king.

Unable to decide who had the greatest contribution, they sent a sparrow to report their glorious victory to Ai Xiaohai, the king...

In the following days, Zhou Weiwu compensated Feng Guoren for his losses and tried to invite several more guests to the farm, eager to sell it. However, whenever guests came, the rats, sparrows, and weasels would always appear on time, scaring them away.

Zhou Weiwu was furious and tried to exterminate these animals with the Wei brothers, but 35 acres of land was too much for the three of them.

Old Yan, the creditor, kept calling, constantly reminding Zhou Weiwu that the final repayment deadline was approaching. If he didn't pay by the end of the month, Old Yan wouldn't be lenient.

Zhou Weiwu knew Old Yan's temper well. When he got angry, he didn't recognize anyone. Once, someone owed him money and didn't pay, so he had the person kidnapped to the outskirts, beaten severely, and stripped naked, leaving him only a pair of shorts, forcing him to walk over 20 miles back.

Thinking of this, Zhou Weiwu shuddered. He didn't care about owing money to the workers, but he dared not owe Old Yan, even if it meant his life.

What should he do? What should he do? He had already contacted everyone he could. Who else could he turn to?

He could only blame himself for his recent bad luck, his gambling, and his womanizing, which had cost him all his money. Now, he was in such a difficult situation.

He owed Old Yan about 200,000 yuan, which he used to look down on. But now, he was struggling to even afford gas for his car.

Frustrated, he flipped through his contacts and suddenly saw "Manager Ai." He paused, who was this? Suddenly, he remembered—it was the young man he had mistaken for a rich second generation. He had intended to delete this number but forgot when he received a call from Old Yan.

Even though the young man wanted to pay in installments, even a small amount could help him get through the crisis.

Biting his lip, Zhou Weiwu, with no other options, called Ai Xiaohai. After a while, he heard a lazy voice on the other end and quickly said, "Manager Ai? Hello, this is Zhou Weiwu. What? Who is Zhou Weiwu? The one who wanted to transfer the farm. Oh, you remember? Hello, hello."

He adjusted his breathing, trying to make his tone as gentle as possible: "Manager Ai, are you still interested in my farm? No, no, there are many people who want to buy it, and I can't even keep up with the demand. But I thought, you're so young, probably just starting your business, right? The country has said it wants to support young entrepreneurs, so I thought I should help you... When do you have time to come and take a look? Next month?"

Next month? By next month, I'll be beaten to a pulp by Old Yan. Zhou Weiwu quickly made up a bunch of excuses, and finally, Ai Xiaohai agreed to see if he had time tomorrow. Zhou Weiwu eagerly confirmed the time, saying he would personally come to pick him up.

Ai Xiaohai put down the phone and stretched. So many people wanting to buy it? Supporting young entrepreneurs? We'll see how long you can keep up this act.

The sparrows had already told him everything that had happened at the farm.

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