Chapter 88

"Yang Kang, I'm just a bit short on cash, right? Can you lend me some? Look at our friendship, do you really think I won't pay you back?" Jiang Yan said hurriedly.

"I'm very worried you won't pay me back," Yang Kang looked at him.

"Yang Kang—" Jiang Yan clenched his fists tightly and said, "Don't insult me."

"I'm not insulting you!" Yang Kang didn't know what to say. With his current state, who in their right mind would lend him money? Pay back? Jiang Yan must be overestimating himself.

It's not that Yang Kang is worried he won't pay back, it's just obvious he won't, right?

"I didn't ask you to come borrow money from me!" Yang Kang said, "The door is over there, feel free to leave!"

"You—You—You little brat, just wait, wait until I get rich..." Jiang Yan could feel the contempt in Yang Kang's eyes and his condescending attitude, which instantly reminded him of Yang Chongxuan. That dead man was always like this, always thinking he was better than others. Humph!

"If you get rich, that's your business, what does it have to do with me?" Yang Kang didn't understand. With Jiang Yan's personality, getting rich was just a dream.

He always believed that there were only three types of people who could get rich: those who work hard and strive, whom heaven favors, and their efforts will eventually pay off; those who are naturally smart, who can easily see through the market, spot opportunities, and seize them; and those like him, who have exceptional talent and rely on the blessings of their ancestors, with extremely good luck.

Yang Kang believed he was someone who got rich thanks to the blessings of his ancestors—Fat Shao treated him differently because of his father, Yang Chongxuan.

And the Taiyin Treasure Mirror he had was a blessing from his mother's spirit.

With the Taiyin Treasure Mirror, he wouldn't make mistakes in antiques. As long as he had some capital and occasionally found a good deal, making some money wasn't a big problem.

"Mr. Jiang, if you ever get rich, you can come and show off to me, it's your right," Yang Kang said seriously, "But you haven't gotten rich yet."

"Wait and see, I will definitely get rich, definitely!" Jiang Yan clenched his fists tightly; he hated being looked down upon.

"Okay!" Yang Kang nodded seriously.

At this moment, Fat Shao came over with a plate, placing two fried sunny-side-up eggs and a cup of soy milk in front of him.

"Thank you!" Yang Kang hurriedly thanked him. Living with Fat Shao, he felt truly happy, having breakfast every day.

"Little Prince, why are you always so polite to me?" Fat Shao smiled with a simple, honest face.

Yang Kang took a sip of soy milk, his homemade soy milk was really good, with a rich bean aroma. It was much better than the watered-down stuff sold on the street, which barely had any soy milk flavor.

Seeing the fried eggs and soy milk, Jiang Yan's stomach suddenly made an ungraceful noise. He then remembered that he had only had a bowl of watery porridge for breakfast and hadn't eaten dinner the previous night...

"Mr. Jiang, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" Fat Shao asked deliberately.

"I... I haven't eaten..." Jiang Yan said, then he looked at the fried eggs in front of Yang Kang and swallowed.

"Did you come to our house to beg for food?" Fat Shao asked deliberately.

"You—You're talking nonsense." Jiang Yan's face turned red instantly.

"That's good!" Fat Shao hurriedly said, "I know you, Mr. Jiang, are a respectable person and wouldn't do such things as begging or freeloading. I misunderstood you! I apologize!"

Fat Shao said sincerely, "I'm sorry, Mr. Jiang. You know, I'm a fat man with a big appetite. The food expenses at Ruyi Workshop always exceed the budget, so there's really nothing left. You don't know—"

"I don't know what?" Jiang Yan asked blankly.

"I love dogs so much, I've always wanted to keep one, but dogs eat a lot, and I really can't afford it!" Fat Shao shrugged, smiling with a simple, honest face.

Jiang Yan thought about it seriously and his face changed instantly. He pointed at Fat Shao and shouted, "You fat bastard, how dare you insult me?"

"When did I insult you?" Fat Shao looked aggrieved.

Yang Kang almost burst out laughing. This Fat Shao was really something, insulting people without using a single dirty word.

"You wait and see!" Jiang Yan was so angry that the veins on his forehead bulged, and he stormed out of the door.

"Fatso—" Yang Kang was a bit stunned. The original plan wasn't supposed to go this way. He and Fat Shao had agreed to make Jiang Yan so angry that he would blurt out something, and then they would slowly interrogate him.

But in the end, Jiang Yan was not only angry, but Fat Shao's few words actually made him leave.

"Don't worry, I can guarantee that he'll be back before noon," Fat Shao said confidently, "Where else can he go?"

"That person—" Yang Kang clenched his chopsticks tightly and said in a low voice.

"If he goes to that person, it would be even better, saving us a lot of trouble," Fat Shao also said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Monkey will send someone to follow him."

"Okay!" Yang Kang took a sip of soy milk, somewhat absent-mindedly.

Fat Shao was about to speak when his phone rang. He searched through his pockets and finally found it. He looked at the number and hurriedly answered—

"Scholar, where are you?" Fat Shao shouted into the phone, "I'm almost dead from work."

The Nokia phone had some leakage, so Yang Kang heard a young man cursing, "Fatso, who do you think you are, calling yourself 'daddy'? I'll tell you—your daddy is at the Nanjing train station, come and pick me up quickly!"

Yang Kang found that this Scholar was also a very unique young man.

"Are you at the station?" Fat Shao asked.

"Yes, yes, I've got off the train, come and pick me up quickly," the Scholar said loudly over the phone.

No matter what, Fat Shao, despite his cursing, seemed unwilling to provoke this Scholar. He immediately said, "Okay, wait for me, I'll come and pick you up right away."

"I'll go too!" Yang Kang quickly finished the fried eggs in three bites, then tilted his head and drank the entire cup of soy milk, saying, "I want to see what your Scholar looks like."

Yang Kang was very curious about this Scholar and the Secretary Fat Shao mentioned.

"Okay, let's go!" Fat Shao didn't mind, and the two of them locked the door. Fat Shao drove the old, dilapidated minivan straight to the Nanjing train station.

No matter when, the train station was always a bustling place. Fat Shao parked the car in the parking lot and then pulled Yang Kang towards the exit.