CHAPTER 1711: CHAPTER 812: REPLENISHING SUPPLIES_2

Boss White was interrogated right on his hospital bed. The interrogation process went unexpectedly smoothly—this guy started by directly throwing Fang Fan, Young Master Fang, under the bus.

The penalties for being a mastermind versus an accomplice are certainly different, but that’s just the most insignificant of reasons.

The important reason was that Young Master Fang had deeply disappointed Boss White.

It’s a long story with complicated beginnings, starting way back when Boss White’s garden base and Fang Fan’s garden company first opened.

Fang Fan wanted to start a garden company, but having just returned from outside, he was still young. Aside from relying on his father, he didn’t have many connections, so he approached the local bigshot, Boss White, to collaborate on the matter.

But it was obvious—even though Fang Fan lacked local connections, with his father backing him, he was able to guarantee sales. These days, in business, the person with the sales channels calls the shots.

Furthermore, to most people, Fang Fan, being young, able, and well-connected, definitely had brighter prospects compared to Boss White.

So between the two, Fang Fan naturally became the one in command.

As a result, Fang Fan joined the garden company as a silent shareholder—he took charge of developing the sales channels while managing some widely acknowledged but inconveniently discussed relationships. This entitled him to a share of the garden base, without putting forth any capital.

Of course, Fang Fan wouldn’t state it so plainly. He used the excuse that he feared any future issues with the garden base might create difficulties for him, so he preferred holding silent shares to feel reassured. And since Boss White wanted to make it happen, he couldn’t refuse.

Despite Boss White funding the establishment of the garden base, when the sales were made, Fang Fan still took the bigger cut. This was ultimately a matter of resources—getting a garden company off the ground with a little local influence wasn’t particularly difficult, but Fang Fan’s "channels" weren’t something everyone could access.

Their collaboration worked quite well. Each handled their own portion responsibly, and profits were split accordingly. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement with no trouble. After all, everyone knew the business profits were... notably substantial.

But this venture finally hit a breaking point following recent events.

Before Young Master Fang got bitten by some unidentified insects, he was scheming to buy out the garden company while Boss White lay unconscious—at that time, doctors had declared Boss White’s chances of waking fairly slim, so Fang Fan considered it better to take full control himself.

Thus, Young Master Fang used his silent shares as leverage to negotiate with Boss White’s family: "I already hold shares in the garden base. Given Boss White’s condition, why don’t I pay for his portion and buy out the rest of the shares?"

And as for the price—this was just a shabby garden company; how valuable could it possibly be?

Fang Fan thought this move was brilliant. With this, all future profits would be his. But he conveniently "forgot" that his original shares in the garden base were earned through sweat equity—he hadn’t invested even a dime.

The negotiations hadn’t concluded yet when Boss White’s family hesitated momentarily, leaving Fang Fan hospitalized soon after.

But the sneaky scoundrel wasn’t done. As soon as he slightly recovered, he resumed discussing the garden base—unfortunately for him, Boss White happened to wake up at just the right moment.

If Young Master Fang had shown some restraint, things might have ended differently. But he’d always believed the reason he couldn’t overpower Boss Yan was simply because Yan had money, and he needed to work harder to level the playing field.

So, with the garden base, Fang Fan became determined—it was something he simply had to have.

However, when Boss White reflected on his impending disability, on the fact that he had ended up in this condition while working for this spoiled brat, on how the young master showed no concern for saving him, helping his family, or avenging him—but instead schemed to steal his garden base—Boss White was beyond furious.

So upon realizing Fang Fan seemed dead set on kicking him out of the picture, Boss White gritted his teeth and turned him in.

There may have been other causes—like how Boss White, as a longtime local bigshot, was now inferior to Young Master Fang, who was full of youthful arrogance and obsessed with holding the upper hand in everything—but those motives didn’t matter anymore. From the moment Boss White resolved to betray Fang Fan, there was no room left for reconciliation between them.

Boss White, with years of experience navigating murky waters, was shrewd and thorough. When Fang Fan refused to admit to the allegations, Boss White simply disclosed the dirty deeds he’d carried out on Fang Fan’s behalf in the past.

That stirred up quite a commotion. Now it’s not just Fang Fan facing trouble—his nearly-retired father was dragged into the mess as well.

As one of the victims, Boss Yan was, of course, informed. The authorities needed him to cooperate with certain procedures—though originally Teacher Yu could’ve handled it, the teachers weren’t foolish. They knew who wouldn’t settle things easily. They simply pointed fingers at Boss Yan, stating they were employed by him and redirecting all matters to him.

For example, now that the mastermind was identified, Teacher Yu could demand compensation.

The amount of compensation depended on the verdict. And what affects the verdict? A good lawyer. And what does securing a good lawyer entail? Money.

Boss Yan happened to be the one with money—and not just money, but a strong sense of audacity.

The power of wealth goes without saying. If Boss Yan were brazen enough, Fang Fan and his father might find themselves having no choice but to defend themselves.

Nonetheless, Yan Fei hadn’t yet decided on a proper course of action, as it seemed these individuals were already facing due punishment. Yan Fei never considered himself the type who pursued grievances unrelentingly—just as Golangtai never believed himself to be miserly.

After wrapping up the phone call, Yan Fei realized he was close to reaching the Provincial City.

Stopping by a service area, he stepped out of his car and wandered casually into a secluded corner.

Moments later, a small black bird flapped into the sky, flying steadily towards the east.

For resupplying, it’s always better to stick with familiar territory.

The distance might be far, but with Boss Yan’s increasing speed, a well-known route would naturally cut down the travel time.

Just under two hours later—plus an additional ten minutes—Yan Fei had crossed Aipao City No. 2 and arrived at his target destination.

According to information provided by some laborers, there were several precision instrument manufacturing plants nearby. This area, not far from Japan’s capital, was a renowned industrial hub.

And thus began the covert transportation process.

Executing operations in absolute secrecy wasn’t difficult for someone capable of employing Seventy-two Changes. Even though the security systems here were stringent, they couldn’t compare to those of financial institutions.

With ample experience, Boss Yan wouldn’t bother emptying an entire warehouse—he’d only take what he needed. By the time the manufacturers noticed their losses, most would likely suspect it was an inside job.

Move small amounts at each location, just like ants hauling grains—if you’re patient and willing to put in the effort to visit multiple places, you won’t trigger any major uproars.

This was Boss Yan’s strategy for this round. After all, building a laboratory right as mysterious large-scale thefts occurred would inevitably leave even the most honest researchers uneasy upon receiving equipment of dubious origin.

Yan Fei then found himself in a nearby city. After donning a black night-suit and picking up a second-hand pickup truck, he boldly raided a photography studio—the sort that still processed camera film.

Finally, before departing, he visited a different site and moved several large oil barrels into Dinosaur World—this would likely be the act most suspected as part of the mysterious disappearance spree, but Yan Fei didn’t care.

Japan probably wouldn’t care either—since repeated disappearances had led some pseudo-experts to speculate that Earth’s spatial stability might be fluctuating, especially around Japan, suggesting these items were inadvertently swallowed by space-time rifts.

The vehicles he had "borrowed" across America were all intended for use in Dinosaur World. With the base expanding and activity zones increasing, transportation was naturally indispensable. Conducting large-scale oil refining operations in Dinosaur World—well, that was unnecessary and too much hassle.

After completing everything, he returned to the car parked at the service area. It wasn’t too late. Back home, he could claim he had simply grabbed a meal and taken a nap midway—easily covering off the whole thing.