The next day!
Lin Fan hummed a tune as he drove his car.
Although he was only a fortune teller with a side job of selling scallion pancakes, he was able to afford a car.
Lin Fan thought the car wasn't too flashy, but in his eyes, the car was a beauty, worth a few hundred thousand dollars.
But if Wang Mingyang knew that Lin Fan drove such a car, he would vomit blood. A car worth a few hundred thousand dollars was as good as trash to him.
The hour was still early. Lin Fan took a long detour to get to his shop, enjoying the breeze against his scalp.
At Cloud Street.
Fraud Tian was up especially early today and opened the shop early.
Lin Fan got a shock when he reached his shop front. There was already a crowd of people waiting outside his shop.
This was unexpected.
The neighboring shop owner greeted Lin Fan, "Master Lin, your business is doing really well!"
