To the north of the station road, in a slightly secluded area, there is a wet market. This market was built on village land, so naturally, the villagers have more say here. There’s someone in the village who can handle things, has a group of relatives and friends in the village, and usually manages things in the market a bit more ’excessively.’ This handler is a strategist type, rarely getting directly involved in fighting. With the money earned from the market, his ambitions grew, and his ’territory’ expanded to the station area. He considers himself a smart person, making a living with his brain rather than fighting. Although he’s done plenty of disgusting things, even more than others, his reputation isn’t as widely known. Yet, his misfortune is no less than those ’celebrities.’ He wasn’t drinking or indulging; he was just honestly sleeping at home! During the hot summer, people weren’t used to air conditioning yet—it was a luxury, and its noise was bothersome. In the quiet night, something buzzing away was uncomfortable. This handler was sleeping on his rooftop, typical family-style three-story building with two or three rooms on the third floor, leaving the rest open. The open space could be used for planting flowers and vegetables, enjoying the cool, and drying things, especially comfortable for sleeping at night with a mosquito net to keep the bugs away, enjoying the night breeze and stars. If you have two bottles of cold beer before sleeping, and then lie on a cool mat, it’s more comfortable than sleeping in an air-conditioned room. Yet tonight, he got bitten by a mosquito. He was just getting into it with his wife when he suddenly went limp with no more energy. His wife thought he had a stroke, but at the hospital, they found out he’d been bitten by some insect. They didn’t know what kind of bug it was; the hospital couldn’t do much except run some tests. As he came in early, they had no treatment plan, so he just lay there limply. Visitors saw his eyeballs move, and his lips tried to, as if he wanted to talk, but he was practically a PVS, unable to do anything! If you want to talk about bad luck, those people weren’t particularly unlucky. There was someone even unluckier—a person called ’Black Dog’ who opened small shops near the station, doing multiple kinds of business, seemed even more unfortunate. ’Black Dog’ was a nickname people in the neighborhood gave him. His shops sold everything: a bun shop, a small grocery, and a craft shop, all across different trades. But they share common traits. For example, if someone new gets off the bus to eat and orders buns listed at three yuan, they might be sold by the piece instead of by the basket—not a small difference. A basket holds ten buns, at three yuan each, making a tenfold profit. The grocery store sold drinks, cigarettes, and alcohol, usually moving lots of cigarettes and water. Some less smart folks insist on using larger bills, like fifty or a hundred yuan, to buy things which could turn out to be ’fake’ bills. The craft shop sold jade and ceramics. Wan City is a jade producer, attracting visitors who wanted souvenirs. You never know what might happen in the shop; a seemingly inconspicuous Song Dynasty teapot might ’get broken’ while viewing, or a fine jade bracelet might get randomly knocked and shatter on the floor... So ’Black Dog’ had money, and with money came more people lining up to be associated with him, more impressive than the likes of some ’White Wolf,’ and now he even drove a nice car. The trouble started with that car—he had an accident at night. He claimed he wasn’t drunk and was driving fine when suddenly someone appeared in front of his car, causing the accident. But no one believed him! The car was totaled, crashed against a utility pole in pieces, who would believe a drunk driver’s story? The key issue was, this guy insisted he knew the person, claiming it was a big boss from the Morning-glory Enterprise. People laughed at that, thinking nobody could be so foolish. They thought he was drugged into stupidity—a midnight hospital visit with multiple injuries, even with the entire medical staff rallied, was overwhelming. His surgery took especially long, with extra anesthesia. If he hadn’t mentioned who he saw, people might have believed he was simply drunk, dazed into driving into a pole. But his mention of a person made them think it was a case of drunken recklessness. Because Boss Yan was attending an auction in Australia! Especially those with more extensive information knew Boss Yan was doing exceptionally well abroad, even buying mines. But some started connecting this night of extreme misfortune to Boss Yan’s involvement. While quite a few thought so, no one dared say it aloud. Obviously, even the authorities regarded these injuries as accidental. Even the victims themselves weren’t sure whether it was an accident. Without evidence, making accusations is illegal! Besides, look at who these unlucky ones were; truthfully, it was their misfortune that allowed others’ good fortune. If bullying others is done quietly without the victims even knowing, it’s almost like a sneaky night mission! This was always Yan Fei’s opinion, and he always acted this way. So when he encountered ’Black Dog,’ he didn’t even bother coming up with a plan, just directly crashed into him, into the pole. Wan City had been well-promoted over the years. Economic development brought funds for various tourist sites. With investments in attractions, people naturally want to visit. Wan City boasts five-star natural protected areas and countless historical sites, taking days to explore. Follow current novels on novel~fire~net Even a small county can have natural attractions and ancient sites, creating abundant tourism resources. People come for scenery, not just to learn but to relax. If they get scammed at the station, conned while viewing attractions, or pickpocketed, who’d want to visit again? A bad reputation might come from one or two small incidents, but restoring it could take hundreds or thousands of good deeds... So, although some thought they faced extreme misfortune that night, even more people felt divine justice had been served! Actions have consequences, heavens watch over, and everyone has their moral compass—there are even ’blind men’ who see clearly with their hearts. Early morning, Yan Fei was driving with his wife in Skar City! Casually sharing tales of his heroic deeds, Xu Xiaoyan was quite pleased. After all, those who suffered were all bad guys; even if she hadn’t personally experienced much, she’d heard enough. Being scammed, extorted, or framed, those things are genuinely disheartening. Especially now with fewer wealthy people, those carrying money had specific, unavoidable expenses. After a morning stroll and local breakfast, they headed to the auction. Regarding these two mines, Yan Fei had his thoughts. He wasn’t planning to acquire both; he was set on the small iron mine close by. The farther bauxite mine was more of an uncertainty for him. Firstly, it was too far, and secondly, the bauxite mine was quite large. Honestly, if not for some last-minute research, Yan Fei wouldn’t have even known what a bauxite mine was for. Cross-industry exploration isn’t casually done; during his spare time, he preferred to relax rather than delve into such matters. But given the opportunity, he was willing to give it a shot. It’s indeed a huge bauxite deposit. The estimated reserves are a long string of numbers, usually taking a while to process the digits—it’s one of Australia’s prominent bauxite fields, with no small mines within. As an outsider, aiming for a bauxite mine while hoping for too much would only cause trouble for oneself. With plenty of money, buying is just a game! Whether it succeeds or not, so be it.