Yan Fei quickly held him back, "You're better off driving a tractor, and let Xiao Guan go inquire! Can you sneak in quietly? Do you think you're still fishing for Yellow Eel?"
Pang Fa thought about it and was right, chuckled, stopped the tricycle, and planned to wait for Xiao Guan who was driving the hand-holding tractor behind him— the young guys from Guan Village were still pretty low-profile, but the police station definitely knew them, aware that they were guys from the premises.
Pang Fa would certainly not be suitable, after all, he was a factory manager now, even going around the county and municipal offices, he would be recognized by quite a few faces. Not to mention here in Sancha River town, trying to sneak into the village quietly was totally impossible.
A few minutes later, the tricycle arrived at the cattle farm entrance.
Yan Fei didn't rush in, but smiled and asked, "Old Luo, business must be good during New Year with more people around, right?"
