Chapter 87: When Something Is Abnormal, There Must Be a Hidden Cause!

After Tan Yingyao killed Huang Guojie, he took control of one of the younger members of the Huang family and turned him into a puppet. In this way, he smoothly took over the entire Huang family business and was now the chairman of the Huang Corporation.

And the reason he had asked Song Yalan out today was to carry out the task Chu Fei had assigned him.

He was to find every possible excuse to give Song Yalan money and help her family weather the Guan family’s crisis.

Only, Song Yalan had been distracted the whole time. Even when the contract was placed before her, she did not sign it, so he finally had to speak up and remind her.

Only then did Song Yalan come back to herself.

She carefully read through the stock purchase agreement in front of her.

The more she read, the more outrageous it seemed. Her brows drew together so tightly they could have crushed a fly.

“Mr. Tan, are you making a fool of me?”

She looked at Tan Yingyao, clear displeasure creeping into her voice.

Tan Yingyao asked in confusion, “President Song, why would you say that?”

“You want to spend one billion to buy just one percent of our Guan Group’s shares. Isn’t this just you amusing yourself at my expense?”

No wonder Song Yalan thought he was toying with her.

The Guan Group was on the verge of collapse; its market value was not even three billion. And yet Tan Yingyao wanted to spend one billion on one percent of the shares. Either he had been kicked in the head by a donkey, or he had come deliberately to make trouble.

But Tan Yingyao thought she meant the money was too little, and hurriedly said, “If President Song thinks it’s too little, I can raise it to two billion!”

Why was he increasing it?

And yet his expression did not look like that of a man lying.

Because in those eyes of his, so full of worldly cleverness, Song Yalan caught a trace of genuine panic.

Could it be...?

Song Yalan instantly grew wary. “Take your filthy money back. I’m not selling my body.”

After turning it over in her mind, only one possibility remained.

Tan Yingyao was lusting after her body. Shameless brute.

“Miss Song, you may question my intelligence, but you must not question my character,” Tan Yingyao said solemnly. “I’m a very devoted man. No matter how old I get, I will only ever like eighteen-year-old girls.”

Had Chu Fei heard that, he would surely have offered some lofty comment about the gallant spirit of Jian’an, the lingering style of Wei Wu, Lord Cao’s soul, and Mengde’s grand ambition.

As for Song Yalan, she sneered inwardly.

You do not even lust after my body? What are you, a eunuch?

Still, after that exchange, she was convinced by Tan Yingyao’s sincerity.

But if he was not after her body, why was he so willing to throw away money like a fool?

With a grave expression, Song Yalan flipped through the contract in her hands, her face growing more and more serious.

“President Song... is there still a problem?”

Tan Yingyao frowned. He had personally reviewed this contract. There should not have been any mistake.

Song Yalan looked at him calmly. “Whether there’s a problem or not, don’t you know perfectly well?”

“Is it because the money is too little? I can add another billion!” Tan Yingyao hurried to reassure her, afraid of offending her. “Or you can name your own price!”

Song Yalan was stunned.

She had only meant to test him, yet he had instantly transformed into a man who knew nothing but how to add more money.

What on earth was wrong with this idiot—no, this fellow?

Could it be that I saw him kill Huang Guojie?

But I have absolutely no memory of that!

Unable to make sense of it no matter how she thought, Song Yalan could only lay her cards on the table.

“Mr. Tan, this contract is obviously just a way of handing me money. Can you tell me why you’re doing this?”

Chu Fei had not specified whether he could tell Song Yalan the truth, so Tan Yingyao found himself in a difficult position, afraid of saying the wrong thing.

He could only hint, “To be honest, someone did tell me to give you money. But as for who that person is, President Song ought to have some idea.”

By all reason, if Chu Fei was taking such care of Song Yalan, then the two of them must have a close relationship.

As long as she thought about it a little, she should be able to guess. There was no need for him to say it outright.

“Could it be him...?”

Song Yalan murmured, and at once she had a rough idea in her heart.

But she did not say it aloud. Instead, she smiled sweetly at Tan Yingyao.

“Since the price has now gone up to three billion, I suppose the contract will have to be redrawn?”

“...Didn’t President Song just say my money was filthy?”

“What nonsense are you talking about? How could money ever be filthy?”

Song Yalan beamed so brightly she could hardly stop smiling. “If Mr. Tan thinks money is filthy, you can give it all to me. I’ll gladly suffer that burden for you.”

Tan Yingyao hurried off to have the contract redrafted.

He was truly afraid that if this conversation went on any longer, three billion would become six billion.

He was rich, not insane.

The moment the new contract was ready, Song Yalan signed it at once.

To hesitate even one second longer would have been disrespectful to those three billion.

After the contract was signed, Tan Yingyao rose and shook hands with Song Yalan, his attitude earnest.

“President Song, I hope we will have a pleasant cooperation. And please, when you see that person, put in a few good words for me.”

Spending three billion to earn Chu Fei’s favor was no loss at all for Tan Yingyao.

After all, it had never been his money to begin with.

Once Tan Yingyao left, Song Yalan’s phone rang.

She glanced at the number and, already understanding, picked it up.

“Xiaolan, I’ve come to Dragon City. Do you have time to meet?”

A deep, steady male voice came through the phone.

Song Yalan asked, “You were the one who had Tan Yingyao give me that money, weren’t you?”

“Give you money?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. Other than you, who else could make Tan Yingyao hand me three billion?”

“Oh, oh, you mean that. Yes, I did arrange it. I knew the Guan family was short on funds, and I also knew you wouldn’t accept my help for nothing, so I... I just didn’t expect you to find out.”

Song Yalan sighed. “You really are... never mind. In any case, I still have to thank you.”

“Then can we meet tonight?”

Song Yalan thought of Chu Fei. She did not know whether he would come tonight, so she instinctively shook her head.

“Not tonight. Let’s talk about tomorrow night instead...”

On the other side, Chu Fei was in his room, fiddling with that black box, when the phone by the bed rang.

It was Tan Yingyao calling.

“Young Master Chu, I’ve done what you asked. I gave President Song three billion for nothing.”

“Mm. Not bad. You make quite a good little god of wealth. I won’t treat you unfairly.”

Delight surged through Tan Yingyao, and he quickly added, “Also, I’ve made progress on the medicinal herbs you asked me to find last time!”

At those words, Chu Fei instantly dropped his perfunctory tone and grew excited.

“Well done, Old Tan. Your efficiency is pretty impressive.”

As long as the herbs were gathered, he could make the Blood-Cleansing Pill.

And once that was done, he could finally indulge in all sorts of delightful things with his senior sisters.

How could he not be excited?

“You flatter me, you flatter me. To be able to serve Young Master Chu is my honor. Naturally I had to move as fast as possible, so that you could—”

“Enough. Get to the point.”

“In the list of medicinal herbs you gave me, the Dewfall Grass is in the hands of the Du family of Dragon City.”

“Then why don’t you just seize it for me?”

Tan Yingyao said helplessly, “I’m not strong enough. I don’t know if the Du family used some kind of cheat in the last few months or what, but every single one of them has turned into a Martial Grandmaster. When I went to negotiate last time, I was nearly scared to death!”

That was indeed strange.

The Fang Yuanliang Chu Fei had met was only a ninth-rank martial artist, yet he had already been called the strongest in Dragon City.

Even Jiang Zechen had said before that there were no Martial Grandmasters in Dragon City.

So why would the local Du family suddenly produce so many Martial Grandmasters in such a short time?

Whenever something was abnormal, there was surely something behind it.

But Chu Fei did not care much. He merely replied in an offhand tone,

“All right then. Send me the Du family’s address. I’ll go have a little talk with them using physics.”