Zhang Jian shrugged.

He said, "What else can I do? I've seen through this world too. People without power or money simply can't make a living. Since I'm on this path, I'll stick with it. One day, I'll open my own repair shop and become a boss. When I drive a Mercedes, that woman will regret it."

"Good!"

As soon as he finished speaking.

Chen Fang shouted cheerfully.

He couldn't help but think of himself back in the day.

The young man before him was much more capable than he had been. If only he had awakened as early as this young man, perhaps Tan Yandong wouldn't have died, and he might not have taken so many detours.

"Let's go!"

Chen Fang pushed away the coffee cup, stood up, and said to Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian was a bit puzzled and scratched his head, saying, "Go? Where to?"

"Take me to the repair shop where you work!"

Chen Fang said.

Although feeling puzzled.

Zhang Jian still complied.

The repair shop where he worked was called "Zhicheng Auto Repair."

Though it wasn't large, it had some scale.

On the way, Zhang Jian told Chen Fang that the boss of Zhicheng Auto Repair was Zhou Zhicheng, nicknamed "Zhou the Skinner."

This guy was the type to take advantage of others at every opportunity.

No matter what issue your car had, as long as it entered his shop, you'd inevitably be skinned.

Of course.

He didn't treat temporary workers like Zhang Jian well either.

He often deducted wages on a whim.

In the first month, Zhang Jian was told the apprentice wage was 1,500, but after various deductions, he ended up with only a hundred bucks, showing how deceitful Zhou Zhicheng was.

As soon as they arrived at the door.

Chen Fang saw a furious middle-aged man rush over.

He grabbed Zhang Jian by the collar and yelled, "You little bastard, where have you been? Do you still want to work here? Leaving your post during work hours will cost you 300 bucks as a lesson!"

Normally, Zhang Jian wouldn't dare confront Zhou Zhicheng.

But perhaps after just going through a breakup.

He raised his head in anger and said, "I earn just over a hundred a day, and I was only gone for three hours. You're deducting 300 from me. Can I just quit?"

"Quit? You can quit, but don't expect a dime of this month's wages. Pack up and get lost!"

Zhou Zhicheng pushed Zhang Jian.

Zhang Jian was furious and was about to hit back when Chen Fang stopped him.

"Boss Zhou, right? Can we talk?"

Chen Fang said, shielding Zhang Jian behind him.

Zhou Zhicheng gave Chen Fang a once-over.

He knew he was brought by Zhang Jian and didn't take him seriously.

He asked, "Talk about what?"

"Let's talk about what interests you the most."

Chen Fang said.

Zhou Zhicheng scoffed and said, "What interests me most? What interests me most is money, do you have it?"

"Then let's talk money."

Chen Fang said.

Zhou Zhicheng laughed heartily.

With crossed arms, he asked, "Okay, how do we talk? Let me hear it!"

"I want to buy your repair shop, name your price!"

Chen Fang said.

Zhou Zhicheng thought it was a joke.

He laughed loudly, "You? Buy my shop? You're kidding me, right?"

Chen Fang smiled faintly.

He said, "You can try. Even if it's just for fun, it's harmless, right?"

Zhou Zhicheng snorted coldly and said, "Fine. If you can afford it, I'll sell it to you. As you can see, my shop is the largest within fifteen kilometers. If you have the ability, shell out fifty thousand, and it's yours."

Behind him, Zhang Jian panicked.

He quickly shouted, "Fifty thousand, you might as well rob someone. Your lousy shop might be worth thirty thousand at best."

Zhou Zhicheng was unfazed.

He arrogantly said, "If you don't have the money, stop joking with me. Since you worked here for a few years, I won't hold it against you. Now get your butt out of here, you toad!"

After saying this.

Zhou Zhicheng turned to leave.

Chen Fang suddenly called, "Wait a minute."

Zhou Zhicheng turned back with a frown, asking, "What do you want? Picking a fight? You won't listen if spoken nicely, right?"

Chen Fang took out a bank card.

He handed it directly to Zhou Zhicheng.

Calmly, he said, "Sure, the fifty thousand you mentioned, swipe the card, but no backing out."

Zhou Zhicheng was dumbfounded.

Zhang Jian was also dumbfounded.

Both stood there stunned.

They didn't know what to say.

Zhou Zhicheng took a deep breath, looked at the bank card, and asked, "You're... you're not joking with me, are you?"

"Do I look like I'm joking?"

Chen Fang countered.

It was as if Zhou Zhicheng suddenly found a lifeline.

He grabbed the bank card and ran inside. He had to verify if the card really had fifty thousand.

Chen Fang was about to follow him in.

But Zhang Jian pulled him back.

With exaggerated expressions, he said to Chen Fang, "Brother, don't be impulsive. This shop has a bad reputation; it doesn't make any money. Fifty thousand is a total loss, trust me..."

"If you ran this shop, could you do it right?"

Chen Fang suddenly asked.

Zhang Jian was stunned.

He didn't react at first.

Chen Fang repeated the question.

Zhang Jian quickly patted his chest and said, "Business relies on conscience. I, Zhang Jian, may not have much, but I definitely have a conscience. If I run it, I guarantee it'll make a profit within three months."

"Then that's settled."

After saying this, Chen Fang walked into the office.

Zhang Jian scratched his head, muttering, "What does Brother Fang mean..."

This might have been the fastest deal in history.

In ten minutes, the transfer contract was drafted. Zhou Zhicheng signed and stamped it as quickly as possible, then smilingly handed it to Chen Fang, adopting a flattering tone, "Boss Chen, it's your turn."

"Zhang Jian, you sign it."

Chen Fang pushed the contract in front of Zhang Jian again.

Zhang Jian froze once more.

He pointed to his nose, asking, "Me?"

"Yeah, from now on, the repair shop is yours. Don't let me down."

Chen Fang said.

Zhang Jian, as if electrified, shivered.

He was about to refuse.

But Chen Fang stopped him.

He smiled and said, "Don't feel pressured. Consider this money as a loan to you. Pay it back whenever, but each year I'll charge you ten thousand in interest. How about it?"

Ten thousand a year in interest?

That's way too low!

Zhang Jian's hand started to tremble.

He looked at Chen Fang, then at the contract.

Finally, with trembling hands, he picked up the pen and signed his name.

And just like that.

The transfer contract officially came into effect.

Now, it was Zhou Zhicheng's turn to butter up Zhang Jian.

With napunk भाषा, he sweetly called Zhang Jian "Boss Zhang," a complete contrast to his previous arrogance.

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