Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1741 - 825 Meng Wenhui Fake Watch_2

The actual situation was far from as simple as Meng Si’an made it sound. His little uncle, Meng Wenhui, was indeed a bit shaken at the time, but it wasn’t that severe. However, being shaken did delay him, resulting in him not mastering the family heritage skills and not being very good at anything else, leading to him just goofing around every day and occasionally causing trouble.

In fact, besides causing trouble, there were other things he did under the name of the family that weren’t suitable to discuss with outsiders, but that’s another story.

In short, with so many people in the family, it’s inevitable to have one or two who are a bit peculiar, that’s unavoidable.

But speaking of Meng Wenhui, he isn’t without his merits, and he has a bit of luck—many years ago, on a certain day, he was wandering around a scenic spot when a child fell into the sea.

The sea wasn’t the real ocean; how could there be a sea in the Capital? It was just the name of the scenic spot. On that cold day, Meng Wenhui was the closest and jumped in without a second thought to pull the child out.

This is where Meng Wenhui’s merits lie. Although he usually picks on others, pointing out their moral shortcomings, when it comes to actual events, he doesn’t back down.

Lucky for him, the child he saved had some significant background, the kind of background that’s quite extraordinary. Plus, with the Meng family backing him, no one really bothers to seriously confront him.

Then there’s Yan Fei’s wine, which, if consumed persistently, has quite a remarkable effect in strengthening the body. This has been proven over time. But there isn’t much of it, and its distribution is a big issue.

Coincidentally, the Meng family has an idle person who wanders around aimlessly every day. So, let’s give him this job. After all, he’s offended quite a few people, but even if they don’t respect the Meng family, they have to consider the child he saved, so they can’t be too serious with him.

Relying on this wine, Meng Wenhui finally found a bit of presence. He didn’t expect that he almost offended the supplier of the wine just now, so he had nothing more to say; of course, walking away was the best course—who says he’s stupid? He just knew that once he left, Meng Si’an would take the blame for him.

"Now, I plan to let him invest in my beef shop; he doesn’t have to manage it, I’ll give him some benefits," Meng Si’an laughed as he spoke. "Anyway, he doesn’t care about his reputation. If there are any issues or troubles, let him take the blame for me."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei also laughed. It seems indeed everyone has their use.

The troubles Meng Si’an referred to definitely wouldn’t involve some department inspecting hooligans charging protection fees; they would most likely involve social obligations that couldn’t be easily handled—like someone needing a large amount of beef for a banquet, but the shop can’t supply it temporarily, and they can’t lose face.

In such a case, someone like Meng Wenhui, seen as a troublemaker, would be particularly suitable to act as a ’stepping stone’.

Since they arrived at Meng Si’an’s place, there was definitely an arrangement for the evening by Meng Si’an.

Meng Si’an wasn’t like other young masters who liked to form cliques; he only invited two friends over and brought a few girls to accompany Xu Xiaoyan for a few glasses of red wine.

After agreeing to visit the Great Wall the next day, Yan Fei, along with his wife, graciously declined Meng Si’an’s offer to arrange a place to stay and returned to the hotel.

Due to the poor sleep last night, getting up early to watch the flag-raising, running around all day, and having some red wine in the evening, Xu Xiaoyan complained of being tired as soon as she got in, took a bath, and wrapped herself in the quilt to sleep—wrapping herself up supposedly to guard against Yan Xiaofei doing anything inappropriate after drinking.

To prove that if he wanted to do anything inappropriate, a quilt couldn’t stop him, Yan Fei thoroughly teased the silly girl for a while.

Once she fell asleep, Yan Fei started to take action.

There was a matter that had been delayed for too long. After returning from America, because of that issue with Ren Fei (Li Quanming), he felt he needed to wait a few more days, looking for a better day—a good day, of course, would be one that perfectly proves what he’s doing has nothing to do with him.

Unexpectedly, he kept waiting and waiting, and it seemed like waiting for a century—today is New Year’s Day, which can be considered the first day of a new century.

Until now, the matter hadn’t been dealt with; from the last century to now, indeed, it had been too long a wait. The task was somewhat time-critical; each day earlier was a day with advantages, and a day late might mean being late in every step.

Looking at his wife still fast asleep, Yan Fei decided to make a quick trip; the little fly flew out of the building, and a little black bird, like lightning, flew south into the night.

In Frozen Soil City, Director Pi’s scrap recycling station had long closed its doors. Except for a single incandescent lamp outside the gate, which offered a bit of light for passing pedestrians, the entire yard was dark and quiet, with faint snoring sounds coming from some room.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

The knocking not only woke up the person sleeping in the small room near the main gate, but also startled those at the back—since the aftermath of what happened, many in this yard could wake up at the slightest sound.

The door was opened by the young lame man from last time, the one who ran pretty fast. He opened the door while saying, "Selling something? If it’s untraceable, don’t bring it here, we don’t take it."

"I don’t like your attitude!" The person outside spoke in a muffled and impolite voice. "Didn’t you guys take it last time?"

The lame man had already opened the door and was about to retort when he swallowed his words instantly, also swallowing a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and after a moment he responded: "Well... you’re here... please come in, please come in... or it doesn’t matter if you don’t come in, whatever you’re selling, you name the price..."

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