Chapter 1770: The Miraculous Man

"Brother Yan?"

Zhuang Zhuang subconsciously grabbed the corner of Wang Yan's shirt.

It couldn't really be blamed on Zhuang Zhuang; after all, a gang of rough-looking men were blocking the way, and with everyone's gazes focused on them, anyone would feel uneasy.

It was like walking into a small alley back in school days, where a group of school bullies were gathering. That kind of unbridled gaze, combined with the timidity in one's own heart, always made it hard to stay calm.

"It's fine, don't be afraid."

Wang Yan held her hand and walked in under the gaze of these people.

As soon as they entered, they saw many residents had come out, looking indignantly at the seven or eight rough-looking men who had their backs to the entrance. Their gazes all turned toward them as well.

Letting go of Zhuang Zhuang's hand, he let her run over to huddle with Shen Ranran for comfort.

Wang Yan scanned the room, his gaze finally landing on Xiao Dongbei: "What's the situation? Did you take out a usury loan?"

"No, look at me, do I have..."

Xiao Dongbei was just about to protest his innocence when he was interrupted by that group of people.

The leader wore a gold chain, a floral shirt, had a bag tucked under his arm, and was holding a brick-sized mobile phone.

He said with dissatisfaction: "I say, what's wrong with you? Why is your speech so unpleasant?"

Wang Yan seemed not to understand: "How was it unpleasant?"

"Playing dumb, are you? You said he took out a usury loan; doesn't that mean you're saying we're debt collectors? Can debt collectors be good people? Let me tell you, we are all law-abiding citizens. You came from the outside, are you blind? Didn't you see my brothers? Aren't they all migrant workers? I can sue you for slander for this."

"Then what are you here for?"

"No, who are you? What does it have to do with you what we're doing?" The leader turned to look at Xiao Dongbei. "Who is he? What's wrong with you people? Why are you popping out one by one? Can he make the decisions?"

Xiao Dongbei said: "He is the most capable person in our 'Winter Goes, Spring Comes' hostel, a big boss who runs a company."

"A big boss?" The leader laughed out loud. "You're just trying to make me laugh. How big of a boss could he be if he's still living in a basement? What kind of boss are you?"

"I sell seasonings. My name is Wang Yan." Wang Yan smiled cheerfully. "How should I address this brother?"

"Feng Tieyou."

Feng Tieyou shook his neck. "He said you're the most capable, so you tell me."

He then tilted his head at Xiao Dongbei, signaling him to explain the current situation to Wang Yan.

Xiao Dongbei chattered on and explained that this Feng Tieyou wanted to rent out the entire "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" hostel to let the workers who made a living following him sleep there.

The reality was that business at "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" was quite good. Xiao Dongbei was eloquent and brought in a lot of business. Plus, he consciously selected the people who stayed there, so the atmosphere was quite good, the personnel were relatively stable, and the turnover wasn't that high.

After all, everyone came to the capital to make money, and they made do with food and lodging. Unless it was loose to a certain degree, or there were other needs, people generally wouldn't upgrade their living conditions right away.

So, "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" didn't have many empty beds right now and couldn't accept Feng Tieyou's business. Feng Tieyou's intention was that they *had* to stay here, relying on his numbers to act like a rascal, forcing Xiao Dongbei to clear out the hostel.

But Feng Tieyou hadn't hit or cursed anyone; he just brought a group of people to loiter and refuse to leave. Even calling the police didn't solve the problem; at most, they would lecture Feng Tieyou, and then he would bring people back again.

Feng Tieyou pointed at Wang Yan, his words filled with ridicule: "Come on, you capable person, tell me."

"It's simple, why don't you just go to another place?"

Feng Tieyou laughed: "Playing dumb again, are you? Am I telling you a joke? Or do you think I'm a joke?"

His face was fierce, his eyes flashed with malice, and he took two steps forward while speaking, highlighting his sense of oppression to intimidate Wang Yan.

Many times, it's not that force must be used to solve a problem, just like Feng Tieyou right now. He didn't use force, but relying on his numbers to act like a rascal was also the confidence given by force.

In the original drama, this matter was finally solved by Xu Shengli because he met Feng Tieyou's wife while setting up a stall to sell clothes with Zhuang Zhuang. Now that that didn't happen, the problem couldn't be solved, and "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" was truly going to be finished.

After all, in the original drama, even with the help of Feng Tieyou's wife, it was only after Xiao Dongbei had no way to drive everyone away. At that time, Feng Tieyou went back on his word because Xiao Dongbei had no bargaining power after driving people away, so he forced them to lower the price.

And now that there was no Xu Shengli to solve the problem, naturally, it still had to be Wang Yan.

How could he solve it? Naturally, by speaking with force.

If he reasoned with Feng Tieyou, the other party obviously wouldn't listen. If he also wanted to act like a rascal, he at least had to have an equivalent number of people to prove himself. If he threatened them alone, Feng Tieyou wouldn't believe in his combat power and destructive power.

At this very moment, any language was pale and powerless. Fight! Only by fighting could they have a truly calm conversation, and only by fighting could they bring out Feng Tieyou's "quality."

So, just as Feng Tieyou was intimidating him up close, Wang Yan raised his hand without warning and slapped him directly across the face.

"Damn! You hit someone? Brothers, get him!"

Following the shouts of Feng Tieyou's brothers, the crowd swarmed up, and those waiting outside also ran in, all crowding over to beat Wang Yan.

As for the "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" side, Tao Liangliang shouted at the top of his lungs and rushed up without thinking to help Wang Yan fight. Some female tenants in the back hid behind. Of course, there were also a few heroines who grabbed mops and smashed them onto Feng Tieyou's group.

Some were cursing, some were groaning in pain, some were screaming; the scene was chaotic for a moment, truly a scene of utter bedlam.

Amidst this chaotic noise, Wang Yan stood his ground, moving through the crowd, completely ignoring the attacks landing on his body, as if he didn't know any techniques and was relying entirely on his formidable physical fitness and strength.

Just like that, a few minutes passed, and the ground was covered with people. Many had bruised faces and swollen eyes, some were holding themselves and rolling on the ground, and others were clutching their crotches, trembling on the ground.

Feng Tieyou was in a sorry state, leaning against a stone bench, covered in footprints from head to toe. As the leader, he received the reward matching his status; even his bruised face had a large footprint on it.

Wang Yan walked over cheerfully, took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, handed one to Feng Tieyou, and even helped him light it.

"Is what I said okay?"

"Okay! Too okay!" Feng Tieyou was so angry he laughed. "I hadn't even made a move yet, and you guys started first. With such a big commotion, someone will definitely call the police. You just wait, I definitely won't let you have an easy time."

"It seems your understanding of yourself is still not profound enough." Wang Yan shook his head. "We are all residents here, and you are the one who brought a group of people to cause trouble, so you're in the wrong. As for who started first, it's definitely you saying we started first and us saying you started first. Since no one else saw it, the police will just slap both sides with fifty lashes each to smooth things over."

"What do you do? Do you really sell seasonings? Why do I feel like you're more like a rascal than I am?" Feng Tieyou felt that Wang Yan was not a good person.

"I'm not a rascal, we just won the fight. If I had been beaten half to death by you guys, would you be carrying other people's luggage and driving them out right now?"

"Don't think I don't know the law; that's illegal, my brothers and I don't do that."

"Yes, you don't break the law, you just act like rascals to disgust people." Tao Liangliang cursed, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and he walked over wanting to kick Feng Tieyou a couple more times.

"Alright, the fight is over. If you kick him now and he developed some problem from being beaten just now, it'll all be blamed on you. Besides, we are the winning side, we must treat the captives well."

Tao Liangliang said: "Then if I don't hit him, won't it be blamed on you?"

Feng Tieyou chuckled, choked on the smoke, and even while coughing, he laughed: "When the police come, I'm going to the hospital for a checkup. If there's a problem, I'll extort you. Aren't you capable? You just wait."

"You, you're just sick in the head, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Wang Yan slapped him back and forth.

"No, aren't you treating them well?" Tao Liangliang's mouth hung wide open. "You changed too fast."

"Isn't he provoking me? Why treat him well in this situation? That would be sick. Since we've fought, we have to fight until they're convinced, otherwise, there will be endless trouble later."

So, in the next few minutes, under the obstruction of Tao Liangliang, Zhuang Zhuang, Shen Ranran, and others, Wang Yan gave Feng Tieyou a sound beating.

"Brother, dear brother, stop hitting, if you hit him anymore, you'll kill him." Xiao Dongbei had found it satisfying to watch, but seeing that he couldn't stop Wang Yan and that Feng Tieyou had stopped making a sound, he hurriedly ran over to stop him.

Zhuang Zhuang also had a stern face, clutching Wang Yan's arm tightly: "Stop hitting! Do you really want to beat him to death and then go to jail? Don't tell me you know what you're doing!"

"Right! Brother Yan, you really can't hit anymore, it's not worth it!" On the other side was Shen Ranran, also holding Wang Yan's arm.

Wang Yan opened his mouth and then closed it, shaking his head with a light laugh, and finally withdrew his hand.

Before long, a large group of police arrived, and Wang Yan was taken to the police station to assist with the investigation.

Just as he had told Feng Tieyou, with so many people fighting, and with Feng Tieyou's group causing trouble first, it was just a matter of slapping both sides with fifty lashes each. Even though Feng Tieyou's injuries looked very serious, and he was even clamoring for an assessment to have Wang Yan arrested, after the doctor looked at him, it was nothing. They were all superficial wounds.

The doctor even praised Wang Yan's technique, having never seen someone hit so precisely—beating someone half to death, yet ending up with only superficial wounds and no open lacerations. Where could one even go to reason about this?

By the time the matter was over, it was already the middle of the night.

"Look, didn't I know what I was doing? I said it was fine, and it's fine." Wang Yan looked at Zhuang Zhuang with a smile.

Zhuang Zhuang felt a bit embarrassed being looked at: "Even the best horse stumbles. You can't be fine every time. You're such a grown man, you can't always rely on your fists to solve problems."

Shen Ranran said: "Sister Zhuang Zhuang is wrong. This time, there was no reasoning with them at all. I support Brother Yan. Just don't really beat someone to death; that's not worth it."

Wang Yan shook his head slightly, and seeing Xiao Dongbei and the others about to speak, he waved his hand and said: "Actually, it's not that I hit him, it's that he was looking for a beating."

Cao Ye said: "Brother Yan, you're saying more and more novel things. Who would want to get beaten for no reason?"

"Think about it, Feng Tieyou had so many people under him, and he was slapped away by me, and his whole army was wiped out. If he had just given in, how would those people following him look at him? It's a matter of losing face; even if he died, he couldn't say he gave in."

Wang Yan said, "I gave him a sound beating, and he actually feels more comfortable; he even has to thank me. You guys think about it carefully, isn't that the logic?"

Xu Shengli nodded thoughtfully from the side: "Don't say that, it really might be the case."

"Being a boss is often just a facade. Don't think being a boss is that easy, that people will listen to you just by waving your hand. They are all people with brains."

"No matter what kind of boss, it's useless. I say, fellow villager, you're going to be a big boss in the future. It's really not worth it to throw away your future because of these people."

Xiao Dongbei popped out from the side. "But regardless, fellow villager, you really helped our hostel a lot this time, otherwise we really couldn't have handled them. See when you have time, I'll treat you to a meal."

"That's all easy to say." Wang Yan urged everyone: "Alright, it's getting late, you guys hurry back and rest. If that Feng Tieyou comes to cause trouble again later, call me, and I'll beat him up again. But I estimate he probably won't come again."

"It's so late, aren't you going back?" Zhuang Zhuang asked.

"Old Guo is still waiting. Now is the time for hard struggle, it's not about one or two days."

Shen Ranran couldn't even listen anymore: "You also said it's not about one or two days, then take a rest. If you keep working like this, you'll collapse."

Wang Yan smiled: "I have a good body and plenty of energy, I can hold on for a while. I'm off, you guys stay safe."

After saying goodbye to everyone, Wang Yan pedaled his bicycle away, leaving the crowd from "Winter Goes, Spring Comes" to stroll back.

Cao Ye was still quite sensitive, and he asked curiously: "Zhuang Zhuang, why hasn't Brother Bao come back?"

In the past, Guo Zongbao would always come back at night to talk to them about the company's development and show off Wang Yan's rapid progress from the side. Only when Wang Yan mentioned it did he remember that Guo Zongbao hadn't appeared from beginning to end.

Zhuang Zhuang said: "His business over there is quite good and developing fast, but isn't that seasoning a secret recipe? It can't be leaked. It's too tiring for him to do it alone, and he can't keep up with sales, so he left Brother Old Guo there to help him."

Tao Liangliang's mouth hung wide open: "Whoa, Brother Yan really trusts Brother Bao. To be honest, although I also trust Brother Bao, if I were Brother Yan, I would guard that secret recipe tightly, tell no one, and just sell lamb skewers outside every day. If I had money, I'd open a restaurant; wouldn't that be better?"

"That's why you're not Brother Yan, and you can't make big money." Cao Ye took over the conversation, his mouth full of insults.

"Stop talking, as if you've made money. This fellow villager of mine is no ordinary person. Back at the train station, I saw at a glance that he was different from others!" Xiao Dongbei said, his eyes bruised, looking triumphant.

Zhuang Zhuang listened to them discussing Wang Yan in a jumble, a smile hanging on the corner of her mouth.

By today, she actually understood very well that selling seasonings was the right path, capable of setting up a bigger stall and making more money.

Not to mention anything else, just look at the scale of the company. In the past, when Wang Yan sold lamb skewers, including feeding the group of people who helped him skewer them at "Winter Goes, Spring Comes," it only affected seven or eight people, and he still had to go out and be smoked for several hours every day.

Now Wang Yan is there operating machines to produce seasonings; the amount stirred up at one time sells for tens of thousands of yuan, and he has more than twenty people working for him.

She never meant to look down on anyone, but Wang Yan, a man who looked like a migrant worker when she first saw him, was indeed repeatedly breaking her inherent impression.

Truly a miraculous man...

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