Chapter 1694 - 1611: Does Your Family Own a Mine? (2)

"Plenty of fruit here." Old Mr. Ong saw the young lad followed by a group of boys and decided not to chase the dog anymore, figuring they’d come to pick fruit, and grumbled, "Kid, you speak in such a strong Beijing accent, what brings you to the Holiday Village?"

Julian Leighton flashed a grin like a youthful wolfdog and said, "Of course, I’m here for some fun. I came after seeing Mr. Ji’s posts on WeChat."

To be precise, it was from posts shared by others since he wasn’t friends with Mr. Ji on WeChat.

Old Mr. Ong, being an agricultural researcher, naturally didn’t know who Mr. Ji was. He snorted coldly, saying, "Young people these days don’t work properly, always off gallivanting, is there a mine at home?"

Julian scratched his head and laughed innocently, "Old gentleman, does a coal mine count? My dad comes from a coal mining background."

Old Mr. Ong: "..."

A-Tan chuckled out loud and said, "Old Mr. Ong, you’re really trendy; this joke won’t make sense to Marcus Quinn."

Old Mr. Ong instantly beamed with delight.

After a ten-minute walk, Julian Leighton shamelessly managed to chat warmly with Old Mr. Ong and found out all the details about the Holiday Village.

The others, like Fatty, weren’t keen on chatting with the old man. Seeing A-Tan’s good looks, they couldn’t find a chance to approach her since the female companions around were all watching closely, so they could only enjoy the rural scenery with their companions.

Julian learned that the Holiday Village was set up by A-Tan and Marcus Quinn, which surprised him a bit. The village was prepped in a month, opened in two months, and looked like this—all without governmental connections or a green light, it couldn’t have been possible.

Even if it was the Leighton Family, it couldn’t have been done so well in such a short time. Doing business, especially hotel and holiday village business, is quite complex.

Everyone trekked up the mountain path and happened to meet Marcus Quinn carrying two baskets of oranges down the hill.

The man was dressed in black due to labor, his thin shirt unable to hide his bulging muscles, and he swiftly descended the mountain. Upon seeing A-Tan, his dark eyes brightened, and he laughed deeply, "A-Tan, what brings you here?"

A-Tan was also full of joy upon seeing him. She glanced at Old Mr. Ong, who wasn’t thinking about complaining anymore. Seeing Marcus carrying so much fruit made him eagerly approach and say, "A-Tan is obviously here to see you, you blockhead, you’ve picked so many fruits already?"

"Mm." Marcus dumped the oranges into the truck, then saw a group of aloof youngsters and some dainty girls following behind. One of the handsome young men even stood beside A-Tan, and Marcus’s gaze deepened, his jaw unconsciously tightened, and his face turned a bit colder.

Julian felt his gaze like a blade, burning on him painfully. That invisible pressure made him instinctively shuffle aside.

This man was more dangerous than the bodyguard his dad spent heavily to hire, and that bodyguard was an exceptional mercenary.

"Bro, I’m here to help you and sister-in-law A-Tan with fruit picking." Julian wagged his friendly tail and called him bro, as if he had "harmless" written on his face!

Fatty and Kai were shocked and their eyes fell to the ground. Foggrass, was the same cute and obedient wolfdog earlier really the brother they knew?

Brother’s usual demeanor shouldn’t be all "Get lost," "Even pigs have more brains than you," "Damn, get the gear out"?

It turns out Brother can be so adorable!!!

Marcus raised an eyebrow, looked at A-Tan, silently asking what was going on? Since when had he gained a little brother?

A-Tan chuckled out loud at Julian’s words that could be both sharp and sweet, truly embodying the art of changing faces. No wonder he had a mining background. But after all, he was a guest, and given his low demeanor, she couldn’t help but show courtesy.

"These folks are guests at the village today, probably never seen fruit on trees before and are here for the spectacle." A-Tan laughed as she explained.

"Mm." Marcus didn’t doubt her, calmly saying, "Fruit picking is unlimited as long as it’s not wasted or spoiled; what’s picked can be bought by the pound to take home."

"Alright, bro, I’ll be your assistant." Julian said with a smile.

If he had kept up his arrogance before, seeing Marcus’s physique, those eyes as sharp as blades, and that dangerous aura, Brother Julian quickly accepted the reality—this was a true boss, capable of taking down all of them, and he wouldn’t lose by being the little brother.

Fatty and the others once again were stunned.

"Foggrass, bro, are you possessed?"