Chapter 211: Chapter 209: Recycling Old Phones~ For Kitchen Knives~ Basins

Just as Fang Chenyi took the bowl of porridge from Bai Menghan and was about to pour it into his mouth, someone burst through the villa’s front door in a frantic rush.

Everyone turned to look.

Seeing who it was, Fang Chenyi shot the person an annoyed glare.

"Xiaocong, what’s with the mad dash? I never see you this eager, but you sure run fast when it’s time to eat..."

The newcomer was none other than Principal Wang. Seeing everyone holding their bowls and about to eat, the corners of his mouth split into a grin. He greeted Mrs. Fang and Mrs. Bai with a smile, rubbing his hands together as he approached the dining table.

Seeing him, Mrs. Fang quickly smiled and beckoned him to sit down and eat with them.

"Xiaocong, you’re just in time. Your Aunt Bai just made some porridge. It’s delicious. Go wash your hands and come eat with us."

Mrs. Bai also greeted him with a warm smile.

Hearing this, Principal Wang instinctively glanced at Fang Chenyi. At this, Mrs. Fang gave Fang Chenyi a light, annoyed slap on the back.

"What are you looking at this brat for? Go wash your hands and get ready to eat."

Getting slapped by his mom for no good reason, Fang Chenyi was completely exasperated. He glared at Principal Wang.

"Hey, if you’re here to eat, then eat. Why are you looking at me? Is it my fault you can’t eat or something? Fine, fine. You got me slapped. I think we can just forget about that other matter."

Principal Wang’s smug expression instantly fell when he heard Fang Chenyi. He quickly spoke up, looking pitiful.

"No, no, Brother Fang! I’ve been busy all afternoon and got you a huge truckload of junk! You can’t just back out of helping me now~"

Fang Chenyi looked at Principal Wang, puzzled. "You’re saying you brought the stuff?"

Principal Wang nodded his head eagerly, like a woodpecker.

"I brought it, I brought it! I’ve already arranged for people to unload it into the garage."

Only then did Fang Chenyi nod in satisfaction. He patted Principal Wang’s shoulder and said,

"Mm, not bad, not bad. You’re teachable. Alright, you’ve worked hard all afternoon. Go wash your hands and eat!"

"Yes, yes, you got it."

Watching Principal Wang trot off to the bathroom, Mrs. Fang shot her son an exasperated look.

"You child. Xiaocong is such a good kid. Look at how you bully him."

Er...

Fang Chenyi was speechless. ’When did I ever bully him?’

Although frustrated, he couldn’t say it out loud. He just laughed it off, raised his bowl, and with a loud SLURP, downed half of it. He smacked his lips, tilted his head back, and finished the rest.

Seeing this, his mother-in-law quickly spoke up, full of concern.

"Oh my, it’s so hot! You child, what’s the rush? Eat slowly, there’s plenty more. Menghan, hurry and get Chenyi another bowl."

But his own mother, standing nearby, laughingly stopped Bai Menghan and then glared at Fang Chenyi.

"Don’t you have your own hands? Why are you ordering our Menghan around!"

Er... ’So it’s true, once you have a daughter-in-law, you forget all about your son.’

He wiped his mouth, but with a nonchalant smile, he picked up his bowl, got himself another serving, and sat back down to eat with relish.

"Auntie, this porridge you made is just delicious," he said with a grin. "But why are you cooking yourself? It’s so much work. We have a private team of chefs. We pay them an annual salary, and they’re on call twenty-four hours a day. Whenever you need anything, there’s an intercom by the door. Just give them a call. They’re always stocked with all sorts of delicacies."

SMACK.

Before he could finish, he felt another sharp pain on his head. He looked up with a gloomy expression at his mother, who was staring at him indignantly, wondering how he had managed to provoke Her Majesty this time.

"Hmph, you have the nerve to say that? Do you really need to hire five chefs just to cook a meal? Most restaurants don’t even have that many! I see you’ve got money now and don’t know how to spend it, is that it? From now on, Menghan’s Mother and I are moving in. We’ve already discussed it. You can just fire those chefs. Menghan’s Mother and I will cook, and we’ll all eat together."

Hearing his mother’s words, Fang Chenyi finally understood. His mom was worried about the money.

But to be honest, Fang Chenyi didn’t want so many chefs either. They were a freebie from the system, though, so it would be a waste not to use them. Even if he fired Char and the others now, it wasn’t like he’d get a refund.

He chuckled helplessly.

"It’s not that I won’t fire them. The main thing is, I’ve already paid them for ten years. There’s a contract. Even if we don’t use them, they won’t give us a refund."

His mother was about to lecture him some more, but just then, Principal Wang, finished washing up, trotted over eagerly. Seeing his chance, Fang Chenyi immediately downed the rest of his porridge in one gulp, wiped his mouth, stood up with a grin, and announced he was going to check on the things Xiaocong brought before turning and bolting.

At this, Mrs. Fang could only sigh helplessly and mutter, "Spendthrift."

Once outside the villa, he shook his head with a wry smile. Patting the leather satchel under his arm, the well-fed Fang Chenyi swaggered toward the garage where the junk was stored, walking like he owned the place.

As he walked, he wondered what kind of goodies Principal Wang had brought him.

Arriving at the garage, he didn’t open the main door. Instead, he went through the villa’s basement door, passed through the lower-level multimedia theater, and came to the small inner door of the garage.

Through a large tempered glass wall, Fang Chenyi could clearly see that the inside was piled high with cardboard boxes of all sizes.

Seeing this, Fang Chenyi was stunned. ’Holy shit, what’s this? Didn’t I ask for junk? What the hell did he bring me?’

Muttering to himself, he managed to squeeze open the door to the garage and went inside.

He reached out, opened a large box in front of him, and saw that it was filled with old, broken-down cell phones.

He opened a few more boxes nearby and found the same thing: more old cell phones.

Seeing this, a smile touched Fang Chenyi’s lips. ’Heh, this kid is reliable! This stuff is great. I wonder if he traded scissors and kitchen knives for these, haha.’

In the countryside near Fang Chenyi’s hometown, people would often drive through the villages offering stainless steel basins, or even kitchen knives and scissors, in exchange for old cell phones. Rumor had it they were taken back to extract gold, though who knew if that was true.

He shook his head, pushing aside these random thoughts, and took out the woven bag.

The phones in front of him were all in boxes, which made it convenient for Fang Chenyi to collect them.

After shaking the woven bag open, he casually picked up a large cardboard box, and with a great RATTLE, aimed it at the bag’s opening and poured the entire box of old phones inside.

At the same time, a series of system notifications began to ring rapidly in his mind:

[You have collected one old Huawei phone. The system rewards you with 8,000 yuan. The reward has been deposited into your bank account. Please check your balance.]

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[To be continued...]

PS: Third update of the day! An extra Chapter for the 2,000 Qidian coin donation from brother ’綾弑’!