Chapter 71: Son of a Turtle

“I can’t think of any solution,” said Shang Shi, shaking his head helplessly. He simply wasn’t the intellectual type.

Bai Lang racked his brain too and felt disheartened, “I can’t think of anything either. Boss, do you have any good ideas?”

Both of them turned to look at Hao Yansen with anticipation.

He was their only hope now; with just a word from him, what problem couldn’t be solved?

It all depended on whether he was willing…

Hao Yansen glanced at them and said indifferently, “Call Mr. Bai.”

“Who?!” Bai Lang was astonished, “You want to contact that old guy?”

“At this time, only he is the most useful.”

“But how can I order him around! How would he possibly listen to me! That old antique is more difficult to serve than the emperor…”

“Did I say you should contact him?” Hao Yansen asked coolly.

Bai Lang: “…”

Shang Shi finally caught the chance to look down on him, “I think your brain really isn’t enough. Think about it, it’s not possible for you to make the contact. Of course, it should be my young master himself who will do it.”

“Oh, is that so?” Bai Lang said with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, “Maybe your young master is letting you do it.”

Shang Shi instantly became nervous, “Young master, you wouldn’t really make me go, would you?”

Hao Yansen: “…”

What a pair of fools!

…

Bai Lang soon helped dial the number, and as soon as the call connected, they heard an elderly voice full of vigor cursing them out.

“You son of a turtle, why the hell are you calling me?! You know nothing but to loaf around all day, never thinking of taking some of the pressure off me. But let me tell you, I had the foresight 25 years ago, predicting that everything about you is just a ‘Bai Lang’ (meaning ‘wave in vain’)!”

Bai Lang was so tired of this; every time he dialed this number, it was like asking for a scolding.

Fortunately, he had the foresight to hold the phone far away from his ear as soon as he dialed, and quickly thrust the phone into Hao Yansen’s hands.

The elder was still cursing away, “Spit it out, why are you calling me! I’m very busy, I don’t have time for your nonsense. Where the hell do you vanish to all the time? Disappearing for a month in the blink of an eye, do you even have me in your eyes? What sin did I commit to have given birth to a son like you! Hey, why aren’t you speaking, son of a turtle…”

“Uncle Bai, it’s me,” said Hao Yansen, unable to bear it any longer, yet managing to keep his composure.

Meanwhile, Bai Lang couldn’t help himself and started pounding the desk in hysterical laughter.

Son of a turtle, Hao Yansen had indeed become one for once, hahahahaha…

Shang Shi couldn’t hold back either. Oh my goodness, why did he feel like laughing so much!

Hao Yansen’s self-control was much better than theirs, though a vein on his forehead was throbbing.

Mr. Bai was really into his tirade when he suddenly heard Hao Yansen’s voice; he choked up, almost scaring the daylights out of the old man himself.

“Oh, it’s Asen,” Mr. Bai’s tone instantly became affectionate and gentle, “Asen, what is it that you need from your uncle? If you’re in any trouble, just tell me, your uncle can handle anything for you. Is it that Bai Lang causing you trouble? If so, just tie him up and beat him; if there’s a problem, your uncle will take responsibility.”

Bai Lang: “…”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

So I treat you like a real dad, and you really treat me like a son of a turtle!

Hao Yansen couldn’t help but want to laugh a bit: “Uncle Bai, Bai Lang has been helping me out with some work recently. I’m contacting you because there’s something else. I hope this time you can lend a hand and do me a favor.”

“What favor? Just tell me, I’ll definitely help!”

Hao Yansen quickly outlined his plan to him, and without a second thought, Mr. Bai agreed to help.