CHAPTER 1716: CHAPTER 815 MOM PICKS A CAR, SURPRISE

It’s been said that Ma Zi is dead, but Yan Fei didn’t even ask whether you all suspected him.

It’s pretty obvious—if they really suspected him, they wouldn’t just call him. They’d probably directly invite him over to assist in their investigation.

The police station’s call was just routine questioning. No matter who the deceased was, since it’s a murder case, there has to be a result. That’s their duty; they can’t just ignore it because the deceased happened to be a scumbag everyone wished dead...

Honestly, anyone could guess what happened—Ma Zi most likely carelessly revealed that he had two hundred thousand yuan, which led to his demise. As for suspecting Yan Fei, that’s impossible—just this afternoon, the news aired a story about Boss Yan. Yan Fei, a renowned entrepreneur from our province, donated research equipment worth millions to a prestigious research institution in the Capital.

Even the earlier suspicion regarding his involvement with the demolition of homes linked to two families has quietly been suppressed. It’s understandable—a famous entrepreneur, a leader in creating wealth, who’s now building connections in the Capital—if they lack evidence yet anger Boss Yan, that wouldn’t be appropriate at all.

There’s a saying everyone understands: one must consider the impact.

Ma Zi clearly wasn’t unaware of the risks of holding too much wealth. At least when the police checked his recent whereabouts, they didn’t uncover much. It seems this guy had enough sense to hide his spending when he acquired money. But, like those two, Knife and Club, he was a bit careless.

He forgot that if he could sell others out, the people he knows could just as easily take risks for profit. The so-called loyalty of the jianghu is absolutely cheap in front of money.

But these things have nothing to do with Yan Fei. Whether or not the case gets solved, he’ll certainly help if he can, but he’s not going to go out of his way to interfere.

After hanging up the phone, he briefly explained the situation to his wife, ate dinner, and then began organizing materials for future lab experiments.

After dropping his wife off at school, he started contacting Heizi about preparing to export cattle abroad.

Having gone through this process once, the ranch now has some experience with these matters. Moreover, the current national policy encourages export trade. Many procedures have been streamlined, making the paperwork simpler, and relevant departments like quarantine have been cooperative, greatly improving efficiency.

Every step of the ranch’s expansion adds several job positions in the village. Like now—once it’s confirmed there will be more exports, Xiaosong, who was recently promoted to fleet leader, immediately requested to hire two more drivers for the new large vehicles.

Then Heizi reported to Yan Fei: "Brother Fei, Aunt Xiumei drove off with the ranch’s big Jeep. We still need to buy two more vehicles. Old Ou and the others are factory directors too..."

Before Heizi could finish, Yan Fei made his decision: "Buy what needs to be bought, but don’t just buy vans—get something decent. You handle it, note down the expenses, and we’ll sort the accounts later."

After saying this, he curiously asked, "How’d you guys let my mom drive off with the Jeep?"

"She picked it herself," Heizi explained. "She and Uncle Wen Hai are no longer commuting together, right? Uncle Wen Hai used to drop her off, but it’s inconvenient now. Later, she wanted her own car but couldn’t bring herself to buy a new one. She said she wasn’t good at driving and needed something sturdy and old, preferably capable of handling village roads. Brother Fa suggested she take the ranch’s Jeep used for buying groceries, as long as she didn’t mind it."

Actually, the reason she wanted to drive was that, during a recent trip back, she happened to pick up Yan Chao, that naughty boy. Normally, there’s no need to pick him up, but the one time she did, this brat said he’d much rather have his dad pick him up because his dad drove a car.

Thus, unintentionally struck by her son, the mother instantly felt a sense of crisis—honestly, it’s not just kids who enjoy competing for affection; parents like competing in front of their kids too!

"Haha!" Yan Fei laughed. "Fine, then you guys buy it. Best to look into replacing my dad’s car too—whoever manages to get him a new car, I’ll immediately assign them a personal driver."

Heizi was speechless. This reward seemed almost unattainable.

Lin Xiumei didn’t understand cars at all. If people said Jeeps weren’t valuable, she believed them. And she did know that Jeeps were cheap, but she couldn’t distinguish between the Jeep Grand Cherokee and the green Jeep she was familiar with—there was a difference in price that, based on current inflation, added zeros to the cost and doubled it.

Yan Wenhai was different; most men know a bit about cars. Even if they knew nothing initially, they’d learn over time once they started driving. So, since he decided to drive a mini-van, no one could change his mind.

But it was clear he was still a caring husband. Though he drove a van himself, he knew his wife wanted to drive a ’Jeep,’ so he opted not to point out that her ’inexpensive Jeep’ wasn’t actually cheap—its price exceeded her twenty-plus years of wages combined.

Yan Fei was thorough. He finally reminded Heizi, "If the car breaks down, have the factory’s technicians repair it. Don’t let my mom find out one day that the cost of fixing even minor scratches on this ’cheap’ car wouldn’t be covered by her old monthly paycheck."

But as it stands, driving such a car in the county was still quite worth it—from a safety perspective, it was sturdy compared to some other cars. Plus, there’s an unpleasant but realistic topic: if a driver’s brakes fail and they see a Jeep Grand Cherokee and a van in front, which one would they choose to crash into?