"Xiao Fan, come take a look for me?"
"The sisters all want to see you too."
"You're so good at reading faces, why bother with illnesses? Sister here..."
Su Yurou was saying this when Lin Fan suddenly interrupted, "We'll talk about it later. Don't forget to give me Sister Wang Ying's phone number."
Lin Fan hung up immediately after speaking.
"So, I actually know physiognomy."
"No, it should be the effect of my Purple Extreme Spirit Eyes."
Lin Fan had read a miscellaneous book before that said: During the Pre-Qin period, there were sorcerers who were skilled in physiognomy!
Xiang Yu's advisor Fan Zeng said of Liu Bang: "Looking at his aura, it's five-colored, truly a dragon!"
Liu Ji, the Earl of Chengxian in the early Ming Dynasty, assisted Zhu Yuanzhang with his ability to observe celestial phenomena, driving out the barbarians and expanding the territory!
Dong Yunqing of the Qing Dynasty, also known for his ability to observe phenomena, was called "Half-Immortal," often performing miraculous deeds!
This skill could both save the dying and heal the injured, and also predict a person's fortune or misfortune.
With this ability, Lin Fan felt he could conquer the world.
The Cao family father and son were just two hillbillies from a mountain village, what was there to fear from them?
As Lin Fan thought this, his phone buzzed.
He lit up the screen and saw that Su Yurou had sent him a text message.
Besides Wang Ying's phone number, the message also urged him to visit Simiao Beauty Salon within a week.
"That's fine, I'll consider it extra income."
Lin Fan briefly organized his thoughts and then dialed Wang Ying's number.
He stared at the phone screen, waiting for over a minute before the call was answered.
"Hello, who is this, what do you want?"
Wang Ying's tone was sharp, as if she had swallowed gunpowder.
Even though she couldn't see him, Lin Fan smiled and said, "Sister Wang Ying, it's Lin Fan."
Wang Ying let out an "Oh": "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you. There have been many family matters recently, please don't take it to heart."
She took a breath and asked, "What made you think of calling me?"
"It's like this..." Lin Fan explained his predicament to Wang Ying.
Wang Ying replied directly, "Mm, I understand."
"I'll call and ask later, you can rest assured."
Wang Ying's tone was flat, and her meaning was clear: this was a trivial matter!
"Thank you, Sister Wang Ying!"
Lin Fan thanked her with excitement.
"Why are you being so formal with me?"
Wang Ying chuckled, "I should be thanking you."
She chatted about a few more everyday matters and then hung up.
Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the house.
At this moment, Xia Xue was sitting in the courtyard, looking dejected and sighing.
Seeing this, Lin Fan immediately went over to comfort her, "Sister-in-law, stop sighing, everything will be alright."
Xia Xue was slightly taken aback and then asked joyfully, "Xiao Fan, is there news?"
"It's hard to say if there's news yet. They said they'd look into it, and I expect we'll have an answer soon."
Lin Fan patted Xia Xue's shoulder, "Sister-in-law, don't worry, a living person can't be drowned by pee."
Xia Xue's face was filled with worry, "Then let's stop for now. We don't want to move back and forth and then not be able to build the house, making ourselves a laughingstock."
Lin Fan shook his head, "No need, keep moving."
"Once the arrow is released from the bow, there's no turning back. We must build this house."
Lin Fan's tone was firm, "Even if the King of Heaven himself tried to stop us, it wouldn't work!"
They had been busy for over an hour.
Xia Xue remained worried and dispirited.
Lin Fan, however, was full of energy.
But just then, at 3:30 PM.
The van stopped in front of the Lin family's old house again.
It was Cao Yun and his group again.
However, this time they were in a hurry and lacked their previous arrogance.
"Is Lin Fan home?"
Xia Xue's face darkened, and she said urgently, "We're just cleaning up, we're not building the house."
"Oh, sister, what are you saying?"
The middle-aged man had a fawning smile, "It's only natural for ordinary people to build houses on their own homesteads."
"Huh?" Xia Xue was stunned and very surprised, "Why has their attitude done a complete 180-degree turn?"
She looked at Cao Yun again and saw him with his head down, seemingly afraid to look her in the eye.
"Sister, is Lin Fan home?" the middle-aged man asked again.
"Yes, he's here, Xiao Fan!"
Xia Xue called back, knowing that there was a turn of events regarding the house construction.
"What is it, Sister-in-law?"
Lin Fan, brushing dust off his clothes, came out of the house and was also taken aback.
"Oh, Brother Lin Fan, I called you so many times, why didn't you answer?"
Upon seeing Lin Fan, the middle-aged man's smile was as bright as basking in the spring breeze.
"Look, it was all a misunderstanding. We weren't here to stop you from building the house."
The middle-aged man handed Lin Fan a document and smiled, "These are your renovation permits, I've handled everything for you. You just need to sign it."
"I've also spoken to the village committee."
"And don't worry, the town has approved it, so the village can't obstruct it."
"We shouldn't cause trouble for the common people!"
Lin Fan took the document and stared at it blankly.
It was truly a case of the weasel paying a new year's visit to the hen!
It wasn't like the saying that famous doors are hard to enter, matters are hard to resolve, and faces are hard to see.
Why were they personally delivering this to his doorstep?
"Brother Lin Fan," the middle-aged man leaned in and whispered, "You're a relative of Section Chief Wang. You should have said so earlier. It's truly a case of the Dragon King's Temple being flooded by the Great River, and family members not recognizing each other."
He intimately put his arm around Lin Fan's shoulder, "It was truly a misunderstanding. Here's what I'll do, I'll have Xiao Cao come over to apologize to you."
"Xiao Cao!"
The middle-aged man called out without even turning his head.
Cao Yun reluctantly took a few steps forward.
After a few seconds, the middle-aged man, not hearing Cao Yun speak, looked back at him and scolded, "What are you standing there for? Apologize to him! What kind of job have you done?"
The middle-aged man scolded Cao Yun like he was a subordinate, leaving Cao Yun with no room to retort.
Lin Fan knew Cao Yun held some minor official position in the town, but he didn't know exactly what he did.
Now, it seemed he was a mere underling in the housing construction office.
"I, I'm sorry."
Cao Yun gritted his teeth and squeezed out the words.
The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he snorted, "Xiao Cao, what's this? You're still reluctant?"
Cao Yun shook his head repeatedly, "No, no, Director Liu."
He was now swallowing his pride and anger.
In the past, Luofeng Village was always under their control, especially his father, who always saw himself as the local overlord.
But now, after always hunting geese, he had been blinded by a goose.
Wang Ying wasn't that powerful; she was only one level above them, but her father was quite formidable.
"Brother Lin Fan, you are magnanimous and don't hold grudges."
Cao Yun said with a pained expression and his head down, "My father and I were temporarily confused. We didn't mean to give you trouble."
Lin Fan's face was cold, and he didn't respond.
Seeing this, Xia Xue stepped forward to mediate, "It's alright, it's alright. We're neighbors, it was just a misunderstanding, it's in the past."