Chapter 113: Pan

After greeting him enthusiastically, Hammon looked at Angler and said sourly, "Fuck, you’re lucky. Two crown jewel villas sold. Your dad and those old fossils in your family booked two imperial private rooms tonight."

"Haha, that’s because my brother here came through. Why fuss over it?"

Angler was unusually proud.

Not long after they sat down, someone else came up.

It was Pan. They brought back quite a few fishing boxes and had someone take them to the kitchen.

According to what Angler had said earlier, they went sea fishing on his boat. If club members caught nothing, they had to pay.

But if they hooked fish, they could offset the cost with fish over one catty. So every trip he made had pretty good results. The fish he brought back plus those from shallow-water nets were enough.

Not every fisherman was rich, so this sea fishing club was very popular. On holidays, even middle-aged and elderly officials had to line up.

"Ryan, no need for introductions, right?"

Hammon stood up first.

Pan looked very refined. People who spend time in the sun look older. He seemed rather introverted. He extended his hand and said, "Ryan, first time meeting you. Welcome. Please take care of my business in the future."

Ryan immediately shook his hand and said with a smile, "Hello, Pan. Thanks for your help last time."

"It’s nothing. Fatty Funto, huh. He used to sell a lot of redwood furniture he collected from debtors here. Not exactly someone presentable."

Pan immediately called to the kitchen staff, "Make this table good tonight. Don’t make me lose face in front of my brother."

The third floor was the sea fishing club’s base. They actually made quite a bit of money. The main thing was that costs weren’t high, and he’d really managed to get it going.

In a spacious, bright, and simply decorated private room, Pan brought over a bottle of blue-ribbon foreign liquor in an arch bridge bottle and said, "Let’s drink this tonight!"

It was a private club and a sea fishing club. It sounded high-end, but the real key was the old chef in the back who was good at cooking. As for waitstaff, there was none. After all, it wasn’t open to the public.

Before the food arrived, the drinks were already poured. Hammon raised his glass first and said sourly, "Tonight’s meal is on Angler, that bastard. If he dares say no, I’ll twist his head off."

Angler laughed and raised his glass. "Fine, fine. Bring out whatever’s good. It’s rare for Brother Ryan to grace us with his presence."

Linda, Anna, and even Ryan were all eating at this kind of place that didn’t receive outside guests with top-tier rich kids for the first time. They couldn’t help feeling a bit excited.

They clinked glasses, and more than half the wine in the tall glasses was downed. That counted as bold.

"By the way, Brother Angler, I heard your crown jewel unit sold."

Pan put down his glass and then said, "The economy’s bad right now. Your real estate business is tough, and our furniture business is barely surviving."

"Didn’t you say before that the crown jewel units weren’t expected to sell quickly? Even if they didn’t sell, there was nothing you could do. It was just to maintain the community’s housing prices."

"Where’d some sucker come from, buying a mansion like this in this economy..."

Hammon laughed when he heard that. "Pan, for that comment alone, you deserve to drink a glass."

"Why? I’m telling the truth. Real estate is in a slump right now."

Pan rolled his eyes at him.

Ryan took the opportunity to smile and say, "Sorry, the sucker Pan mentioned seems to be me."

Angler laughed even harder. "You little brat, your mouth has no filter. Now let’s see how you talk your way out of this. Brother Ryan didn’t just buy our villa number one. Today he bought villa number two too."

Hammon, not afraid of stirring things up, said, "And both were paid in full. Damn, and you still call him a sucker. One glass is definitely deserved."

"Your family’s furniture mall still hasn’t finished paying off its loan, right!"

"Fuck... for real???"

Pan was shocked, his head buzzing as he looked at Ryan.

This was over a Fifteen million in funds. His family business was worth a Fifty million, but that was if they sold everything at a loss.

If they really had to pull out ten million, it would have to be for business investment and strictly calculated. Pulling it out to squander was completely impossible.

"I have to drink this glass!"

Pan was very straightforward. He poured a full glass and downed it directly. Ryan didn’t even have time to stop him.

After drinking it readily, he said eagerly, "Ryan, I was blind to look down on you. After this glass, you can’t hold it against me."

After chatting for a while, the atmosphere immediately picked up. They were clinking glasses and having a lively time. These rich kids actually had no spoiled air about them at all. On the contrary, their emotional intelligence was especially high.

The truly brainless playboys were the children of nouveau riche. These top-tier rich kids were even easier to get along with than ordinary people.

The food came quickly. Braised stonefish, half-fried devil ray, steamed red-backed golden thread, cat-eye sea snails. Honestly, these were varieties you’d never see in a regular market.

They were drinking happily when suddenly the door was pushed open. A playboy-looking guy said, "Brother, you’re personally hosting guests tonight?"

"Oh, Brother Angler, Hammon you’re both here too. Rare guests. I was wondering why my cousin was personally receiving people tonight."

Pan immediately got angry. "You know they’re honored guests. Why are you barging in without even knocking?"

"I just came in to say hi. Why the hell are you so mad?"

The newcomer laughed and looked around. He looked at the unfamiliar Ryan with some confusion, then his eyes immediately lit up when he saw Anna and Linda.