Carrying a Jurassic on me-Chapter 1246 - 618: Reliable Desk Mate_3

Speaking of An Changhe, he was already twenty-three or twenty-four years old. When he first took the college entrance exam—in his final year of high school, he was full of youthful vigor. His family wasn’t well-off either; if his grades had been poor from the start, given the situation in Sancha River village, they would never have let him retake the exam.

As it turned out, he ended up retaking it for four or five years. With each passing year, the glasses on his nose grew thicker, and his back became a bit hunched, making him look like a little old man. Now, his retaking was free of tuition, and he cut corners on living expenses as much as he could—there was no way around it, his family had long been unable to support him. He now depended on his married younger sister, hoping that a good university would improve his future life.

Thus, Yan Fei’s "bribe" was quite targeted. Initially, An Changhe had some reservations about losing face, but the blocks of brownish-red beef jerky, wafting their tempting scent, proved too much of a temptation for him.

In the end, he couldn’t resist Boss Yan’s sugar-coated bullets and succumbed under the slices of beef jerky, becoming Boss Yan’s dedicated college entrance exam consultant.

Now in his sixth year of third year high school, An Changhe had a huge database in his head. He could recite the college entrance exam papers from recent years, and was very familiar with all the types of exam questions and knowledge points for each subject.

Having taken from others, he was incredibly supportive of Yan Fei, guiding him in his studies with all his heart and soul, making other students envious of Boss Yan—who could blame them? Boss Yan was wealthy enough to supply packages of beef jerky, which cost dozens of yen each, as snacks without interruption!

Having such a desk mate was like having a teacher skilled in all subjects by his side, making studying extremely convenient. Yan Fei had even begun to consider whether he should try testing himself in a few days when there was another exam?

After school, Yan Fei packed up his things, and An Changhe reminded him, "You must be quite busy usually. If you don’t have time to come to school, take the notes and these exam papers home. Look at them when you find time to familiarize yourself with the format."

Yan Fei didn’t hesitate at all, gathering all the notes and exam papers into a bundle: "Then I won’t be polite, haha. Once school is out, I don’t even know if I’ll have had dinner, and if I can come back to school—it can’t be helped!"

An Changhe was an honest kid, and speaking to Yan Fei, a big boss, he wasn’t very articulate. As he was about to leave, he plucked up his courage and added, "There’s a test in a few days. Will you be available to come?"

Yan Fei had just been thinking about whether or not to take the test, and upon hearing this, he stopped and asked, "What’s up?"

An Changhe said, "If you can make the time, participate in more exams to avoid being nervous during the actual exam. Otherwise, no matter how well you’ve studied, if you perform poorly in the exam room, that wouldn’t be good."

He spoke from profound personal experience. Unfortunately, Yan Fei was in a hurry to leave and didn’t elaborate, merely nodding: "Sure! We’ll talk about this later; I’ve got some other things to take care of as I go out."

Indeed, he had things to do. He hopped on his motorcycle and headed for the school gate. Catching up with a group of students, he shouted at one of them, "Erwa, wait up, I need to talk to you."

Zhang Erwa immediately came running over: "Brother Xiao Fei, what’s up?"

Yan Fei replied irritably, "Didn’t you say your brother was doing some work down at the Cattle Market? Why hasn’t there been any word from him for such a long time?"

"He had just recovered recently, and I was just about to discuss this with you!" Zhang Erwa responded, visibly annoyed. "I told him, and he didn’t believe me—can you believe that?"

Yan Fei was not at all annoyed, and laughed heartily: "Come on, hop on; I’ll give you a lift home!"

Zhang Erwa was thrilled, hopping on the motorcycle and waving goodbye to his group of classmates: "Well, I’m riding back with Brother Xiao Fei, not waiting for you guys!"

He tried to sound nonchalant as he spoke, but his demeanor and swagger were akin to a strutting duck, almost striding with a chest-thrust and a head held high, just short of a pronounced swanky walk.

It’s no wonder, after all, Boss Yan is held in such high regard in these students’ hearts, even higher than the gang leaders in the movies who deal in both black and white. To ride home on his motorcycle is truly a brag-worthy event. Did you see how envious Zhang Erwa’s classmates were, their eyes turning red with jealousy?

When they arrived at Zhang Erwa’s home, his family was shocked. His mother was so excited that she couldn’t even speak. Finally, his father broke the silence, "Boss Yan, you... why have you come?"

After uttering those words, he turned to Zhang Erwa and scolded, "Erwa, you little rascal, how could you ride in Boss Yan’s car? You’ve wasted Boss Yan’s time. Don’t you know how busy he is?"

Yan Fei chuckled, "It’s fine, it’s fine. School just got out, and it was on my way. He mentioned last time about having Dawa work at the site, so I came to ask if Dawa is still going?"

Barely able to speak upon hearing this news, his father, fumbling with his hands and wearing a nervous smile, hastily agreed, "Go, go, of course he’ll go! Before, when that rascal Erwa came back and told us, we thought he was just full of hot air!"

Indeed, that was the case. Erwa was the youngest at home, and in his family’s eyes, was typically unreliable and only good for causing trouble. They rarely took his words about how close he claimed to be with Brother Xiao Fei seriously—after all, how could a big boss be buddy-buddy with such a little brat? frёewebηovel.cѳm

But now that Yan Fei had shown up at their doorstep, the entire family was suddenly excited.

Zhang Dawa, pushed twice by his father, finally came forward bashfully and greeted Yan Fei, "Brother Xiao Fei, hello!"

Yan Fei still chuckled, "Alright, alright, it’s settled then. I need to hurry back. You get well from your illness in these next few days and then come over. The site is really busy right now and is short-handed!"

The Zhang family eagerly tried to keep him longer, but Yan Fei laughed, got on his motorcycle, and left.

It was actually a minor issue. Yan Fei just happened to remember and came to ask. Zhang Dawa had worked at the farm before and was quite skilled. They needed to hire some people for the site, so starting with him seemed a good idea.

At dinner time, Yan Fei casually mentioned, "The new site is almost ready, and we’re really short on manpower. I just came from Zhang Erwa’s; looks like his brother will be coming over in a few days. If anyone in your families is idle and not afraid of hard work, mention it..."

"I have someone!" Heizi was the first to jump in. "Right now, our Cattle Market isn’t busy, and my brother has become idle. Can he come?"

"Isn’t that obvious?" Yan Fei rolled his eyes. "Did he need your permission to come? We’re seriously short-staffed, and you just think of telling me now? Anyone else with idle family members should give it some thought. They need to be reliable and not too loose-lipped; we can’t use anyone blabbering all over the place."

As soon as they mentioned needing someone tight-lipped, Old Gao, holding his bowl, cheerfully chimed in, "If you’re talking about keeping secrets, I know a guy. He’d been in jail for fighting and just got out recently. Heard he’s been involved in quite a few things, but the courts only convicted him on one charge, and that was the time he was caught on the spot by the police..."

Someone who could resist to the end even in jail surely was tight-lipped.

But now it was Boss Yan hiring workers, not recruiting secret agents or anything. So, when Old Gao said this, everyone felt it was a bit odd—like something inherently unfitting but indescribable about it.

Seeing everyone’s silence, Old Gao, still clueless, continued, "What’s with that look? Didn’t the boss say he wanted someone tight-lipped? The guy I mentioned is extremely discreet; if it were wartime, he’d be the type captured by the enemy and still wouldn’t spill any secrets... Right, Old Li? Such talent is only found in the military, isn’t it?"

Talent? More like misfit talent.

As soon as Old Gao finished speaking, the room fell silent for a moment, then burst into laughter. Several people nearly choked on their noodles; a few nearly dropped their bowls...

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