Quick Wear: Why did the male protagonist fall in love with the vicious villain again?

Just a few days later, the manager hurriedly called Assistant Fang and said that the old man was clamoring to see him.

After what happened last time, they didn’t dare to offend the old man at all. Who knew that the old man later lived directly in this club. They didn’t dare to drive him away and could only ask Assistant Fang for help.

Assistant Fang had no choice but to go to the club again.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he could see that this was the most luxurious private room in the club. The table was covered with expensive drinks and meals that had not been cleared away. The floor was a mess. An old man was dozing on the sofa with a cigar that had been cut into pieces in his mouth.

Assistant Fang endured it again and again before he gently woke the old man up.

The old man shuddered and woke up. He was originally full of impatience, but when he saw that it was Assistant Fang who came, he quickly sat up, spat the cigar and saliva on the ground, wiped his mouth with his hand, and then came over to shake hands.

"..." Assistant Fang almost couldn't hold back the smile on his face. He calmly stepped aside, picked up a glass of wine and handed it to the old man: "How have you been recently? Are you satisfied with the service of the club?"

The old man had an extra glass of wine in his hand, and before he could react, Assistant Fang clinked his glass with another one, the rim of which was shorter than his own.

The old man's face was immediately filled with wrinkles: "Satisfied, satisfied, that's right, your service needs to be improved, the dishes are too slow, and how could those girls go to other boxes halfway through the service, it's really..."

Assistant Fang nodded in agreement, and after a few perfunctory words with him, he changed the subject and asked the main point: "I heard you wanted to see me?"

"Oh, right!" The old man just remembered and immediately sat up straight, saying in a friendly manner, "Xiao Fang, right? I think you are a good young man, young and promising. You look like a kind and righteous child."

Assistant Fang got goosebumps all over his body and smiled stiffly: "Ah... No, no, you're too kind..."

"Oh, that's not the case. I think you're the most reasonable person in this whole club. Oh, by the way, you gave me an umbrella before."

The old man waved his hands and then told his ultimate purpose: "Xiao Fang, would you mind lending me some money?"

Assistant Fang: “…”

He smiled and asked, "How much do you want to borrow?"

If it’s not much, he can borrow it first and then ask Mr. Yang for reimbursement.

The old man saw that there was hope, and looked at him with a kinder look: "Xiao Fang, I was right about you. It's not much, so I'll lend you one million first."

Assistant Fang: “………………”

This person really thinks he is a rich fool...

Assistant Fang immediately put down his glass, stood up and took out his cell phone: "Excuse me, I need to make a call first."

Before the old man could react, Assistant Fang quickly walked out of the box and closed the door tightly.

He really needs to call.

This person cannot be offended easily, and everything must be asked to Mr. Yang first.

Assistant Fang made a call and told Yang An about the matter.

Yang An was silent for a while, and actually agreed: "Okay, invite him out for dinner before borrowing it."

"Um...Okay Mr. Yang."

Assistant Fang couldn't help but wonder who this old man was. He had an extremely rude personality and could even ask for a lot from someone he had only met a few times. Yet, President Yang could still tolerate him.

How could such a person know Mr. Yang?

But he soon stopped speculating and realized that the first thing a subordinate should do was to obey all arrangements made by his superiors.

Assistant Fang straightened his collar and continued to walk in with a smile on his face.

The old man was still sitting on the sofa, drinking with a somewhat impatient look on his face.

But as soon as he saw Assistant Fang come in, his expression immediately changed and he grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Xiao Fang, are you done with your call?"

Assistant Fang smiled and nodded: "Yes, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

"Then..." The old man rubbed his hands, "What do you think about it?"

Assistant Fang said politely: "Well... maybe I don't have that much money to lend you."

The old man's face darkened instantly: "How could you not have it? The Black Diamond Card you gave me is worth more than one million, right? Don't try to fool me just because I'm old. You're so stingy when you open such a big club."

Assistant Fang continued to smile politely, but stepped back a little to avoid being sprayed with saliva.

"It's like this, our boss is the owner of this store, he hopes to treat you to a meal and talk to you about the one million thing."

"Your boss?" The old man looked at him suspiciously. It turned out that this guy was not the boss of the club.

The old man's eyes changed when he looked at Assistant Fang. He coughed twice and said with disdain, "Oh, then let's do it in a few days. I'm very busy and don't have time to have dinner with him."

Assistant Fang smiled and said, "Okay, when are you free, I'll make an appointment with you."

"The day after tomorrow at noon... No, in the evening! Yes, in the evening. Oh, by the way, I won't go to a restaurant unless it's a five-star restaurant. Don't waste my time."

"Okay." Assistant Fang wrote it down without changing his expression, and did not mention the fact that the old man had already stayed in the club for three days.

Two days later.

When the old man got out of the special car that picked him up, he opened his mouth wide when he saw the restaurant.

It was the first time he saw a restaurant decorated like a pavilion or waterside terrace. The pillars on both sides of the gate were made of solid wood with carvings, which looked very classical and elegant.

The waiter in cheongsam came over to greet him with a smile: "Excuse me, are you Mr. Wu?"

The simple and elegant cheongsam just showed off the woman's graceful figure. Old man Wu's turbid eyes couldn't help but look at her several times before he straightened his posture and nodded his chin.

The waiter led him into the restaurant. As soon as he entered, Old Man Wu couldn't help but look around.

The restaurant is decorated with antique styles and you can smell the elegant sandalwood. In the distance you can hear the music of the guzheng.

Every few steps there was a different calligraphy or painting hanging on the wall. When Old Man Wu saw the signature on one of the paintings, his eyes widened.

This guy seems to be some kind of landscape painting master. One of his paintings can be sold for tens of millions at an auction on TV. Yet this restaurant just casually displays one of his paintings. Could it be fake?

The waiter walked to a partition screen and stopped. When Old Man Wu saw the figure behind the screen, he suddenly felt hesitant. How could this boss be so rich that he could eat in a place like this?

But thinking of the harassing calls from the debt collection agency every day, he immediately cleared his throat and walked in with his hands behind his back.

A man with outstanding temperament was sitting on a mahogany chair, looking at the scenery outside the window with his head tilted.

When the man heard the footsteps, he turned his head slightly, revealing a stern look.

Old Man Wu pretended to be calm and didn't dare to look down on others: "Are you Xiao Fang's boss?"

The man just looked at Old Man Wu, then stood up, stretched out his right hand, and said humbly: "Yes, long time no see, Master Wu."

When Old Man Wu saw the man suddenly stand up, he was almost startled. He had just wiped his hands and hadn't stretched them out yet when he heard the man's words, his face full of confusion: "Who are you? Have I seen you before?"

Yang An glanced at Old Man Wu's hand that was about to be stretched out: "I am Yang An. You personally handed me the key to the bee farm. Don't you remember?"

The wrinkles on Old Man Wu's face were all wrinkled together. He thought for a long time before he remembered the broken apiary that he had long forgotten.

"It's you?!" Old man Wu looked at him in surprise. How could the lame child have changed so much?

No, when he gave the key, the kid seemed to have lost one of his legs, but he didn't pay much attention to it at the time. He was only thinking about completing the task as soon as possible and going to see his big house.

Old Man Wu looked at Yang An's leg strangely: "Isn't your leg broken? Is it healed?"

Yang An put down his right hand, which had been idle for a long time, and said calmly: "An's prosthesis, Master Wu, please sit down."

Old Man Wu relaxed a lot at once, and sat down on the chair carelessly. When he saw the dinner plate on the table, he was surprised again: "Is this real blue and white porcelain?"

The satin tablecloth is laid with porcelain tableware as smooth as jade, dotted with delicate and elegant green landscape patterns, like a collection to be admired from a distance.

Yang An also sat down, and the waiters outside the screen began to come in and serve the dishes.

Old man Wu didn't hesitate to eat without being asked.

When he had almost finished eating, Old Man Wu burped and took another sip of tea.

"Since you don't seem to be short of money, just lend me another two million."

Yang An hardly ate anything, and his chopsticks made a crisp sound when they were placed on the white jade chopstick holder shaped like a rock.

"can."

Old Man Wu's eyes lit up. He didn't expect it to be so straightforward. He couldn't help but feel that he had reported too little. When he was muttering in his heart whether he should borrow some more, he heard Yang An's faint voice.

"Master Wu, you knew I was a student and not yet an adult, so why did you agree to let me be your assistant?"

Old Man Wu was stunned: "What? How would I know that you were a student at that time, tall and strong..."

The air suddenly became quiet.

"...You don't know?"

Old Man Wu suddenly remembered something and shuddered: "Ah, ah, yes, I know, I know..."

Yang An raised his eyes and stared at him: "How did you know?"

Old Man Wu scratched his head and thought for a while before saying, "This, this, this... I, I guessed! You only come to the bee farm on weekends, and you said it's just a part-time job, but you didn't say what your main job is, so I must guess that you are a student."

"..." Yang An frowned, "Then how did you know that I was a senior high school student and found my examination room?"

Old Man Wu was getting restless: "This, I'm asking..."

Yang An seemed determined to get to the bottom of this: "Who are you asking?"

Old man Wu blew his beard and glared, slamming the table and standing up: "You, you, why are you so talkative?! Are you still going to lend me the money? Why do you keep asking these questions? Is this going to end?"

"..."

Yang An frowned, a hint of inquiry flashed in his eyes.

I always remembered that although the old beekeeper had a strange temper, he was not a bad person. At least he saved his family's bees out of kindness and gave the apiary to him for free, giving his parents a new home.

Now when I think about it again, I realize there are so many loopholes.

The old beekeeper seemed different from what I remembered. Now he looked a bit like one of those nouveau riche who became arrogant because of his wealth...

And... he seemed to be trying hard to avoid talking about the bee farm.

Given his greed for money, if he was so short of money, why didn't he ask him to take the apiary back? It was originally his, so it was only natural that it should be returned to its original owner.

Old Man Wu swallowed, a little worried that Yang An would go back on his word.

"Anyway, you just agreed to lend me the money. Ask Xiao Fang to transfer the money to me tomorrow. Three million. Don't forget it!"

After Old Man Wu finished speaking, he was about to leave. Yang An kept asking questions, and he didn't want to breach the contract and pay compensation.

But just before he reached the screen, two tall and strong men in black blocked his way.

Old Man Wu was full of impatience: "Get out of the way! A good dog doesn't block the road!"

But the two of them didn't move, and Old Man Wu suddenly felt something was wrong, and pretended to be calm and said: "What kind of service attitude do you have? Be careful or I will complain to you!"

Suddenly, the two men seemed to have received some instructions. One of them picked up Old Man Wu and brought him back to his original seat.

Old man Wu was sitting in his chair in shock. He was about to stand up in anger, but two people held his shoulders tightly and he couldn't move.

Old man Wu's heart skipped a beat and cold sweat broke out on his wrinkled face.

He looked at the calm man sitting opposite him with fear and said nervously: "Um...Xiao Yang, is there any misunderstanding..."

Yang An looked at him calmly: "Master Wu, we haven't finished talking yet, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Old Man Wu smiled awkwardly: "We have already finished our meal..."

Yang An said calmly: "Well, let's talk about the bee farm."

"What's there to discuss? I've already given it to you. I don't want it anymore..." Old Man Wu wiped his sweat, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "Do you feel embarrassed to give it to me as a gift? Then just consider it as something you bought. I won't pay you back for the money I borrowed."

Yang An's attitude was straightforward: "Sure, I just need your land use right certificate to start the construction again."

Old Man Wu shuddered all over: "...This...this is not with me..."

"Where?"

Old Man Wu held his breath and said, "...It's with my son!"

Yang An nodded: "Okay, call and ask."

"Yes." A sturdy man immediately searched the old man Wu's pocket for the mobile phone and forcibly unlocked the door with his fingerprint.

Old man Wu was horrified and tried to snatch the phone back in a panic, but the sturdy man's hand had already touched his son's number.

Old Man Wu shouted, "Don't hit him! He's not there!"

He didn't tell his children about the sale of the apiary. If they had known, they would definitely come to him and ask for money. He had finally lived a comfortable life for a few years, but now he had spent all the money. When they called him to ask, the truth was revealed soon!

Yang An glanced at the sturdy man, and the sturdy man immediately put the phone back.

Old Man Wu was annoyed: "Oh, don't ask me, I have already signed the contract..."

Yang And paused: "What contract?"

Old Man Wu sighed and shook his head repeatedly: "I can't tell you, I really can't tell you, or I'll have to pay you for it!"

"..."

A bank card suddenly fell in front of Old Man Wu.

"There are 10 million in this card. I will pay the full amount you need to compensate." Yang An's tone was cold.

Old Man Wu widened his eyes and stared at the bank card.

A dark light flashed in Yang An's eyes: "Tell me, what contract?"

Old man Wu opened his mouth hesitantly, but when he looked at the bank card in front of him, he couldn't resist greed.

"Hey... my apiary was bought by someone a long time ago, but I don't know the owner. But he made a request and asked me to teach you how to make medicine to treat bees before he would pay me..."

"..." Yang An's breathing suddenly became unstable. He stared at Old Man Wu closely, his eyes dark and filled with unfathomable coldness. "What's his name?"

"Ah? I don't know his full name... I only know his last name..." Old Man Wu swallowed nervously, "Bai..."

Snapped!

The porcelain tableware on the table fell off instantly and shattered all over the floor.