Strange Life of a Cat-Chapter 191 - Feeling Really Great

Chapter 191: Chapter 191: Feeling Really Great

Chapter 191 -191: Feeling Really Great

Inside the folder, there was a piece of material which included a photo. In the background of the photo was a footbridge; the target subject was an old man sitting under a black umbrella, holding an erhu.

What unsettled Ye Hao and the others about this photo was the black cat squatting next to the wooden box, with its mouth wide open, revealing sharp fangs as it yawned. The description in the document below the photo stated: The cat, named Heitan, belonged to a Jiao family’s associate professor from the Chuhua University Life Sciences College…

Actually, even without the detailed introduction in the materials, Ye Hao and the others knew very well which cat it was. After all, how many other cats named Heitan could stir up so much trouble in this world?

Long Qi felt like hitting his head against the coffee table. He wanted to express his feelings, but Baozi opened his mouth and said what he had been thinking.

“This guy really shows up everywhere!”

Ye Hao put the folder he was holding down, set his coffee cup on the coffee table, and rubbed his forehead, falling silent for a long while before suddenly letting out a resigned smile, and then picking up his phone to make a call.

“Hey, Wei Leng, do me a favor… When can you bring that black cat out to meet… What? Grounded?!!”

Ye Hao frowned as he listened to what Wei Leng was saying on the other end of the phone.

Damn it, I should have known to have someone deal with that Cat Tamer in secret earlier to avoid all the trouble he caused at Chuhua University. If that black cat is grounded, when can it come out for a talk?

After learning the reason why Ye Hao was looking for the cat, Wei Leng decided to give Chuhua University a try. It had been quite some time since the Cat Tamer incident, and the people in the courtyard weren’t aware of the secret details, so hopefully, they wouldn’t keep him cooped up at home forever, right?

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So, on a Saturday when the weather was nice, Wei Leng showed up at the Jiao family’s, smiling harmlessly at Jiao Ma, who did not look in the best mood.

Although she was still somewhat reluctant, Jiao Ma turned to see Zheng Tan’s expectant eyes and agreed to let Wei Leng take Zheng Tan out for some fun. Sigh, he had been kept at home and behaved for a while; as soon as he went out, he would turn wild again.

Relieved that the owner had agreed, Wei Leng felt a weight lift off his chest. If she had disagreed, the cat would definitely not go to Night Building, and her agreement saved a lot of trouble.

That evening, at Ye Hao’s villa.

Ye Hao and Baozi had been waiting there for a while, and even Long Qi stayed, not that he was eager to see the cat, but he was curious about how the cat got to know this person. They say bears have hearts and leopards have courage, but it seemed this cat’s courage was no smaller.

On the way there, Zheng Tan had heard a bit from Wei Leng about the reason Ye Hao was looking for him, but, the “Mr. Kun” they spoke of, was he that blind old man?

He heard that the old man was a big deal back in his day, from the same era as Mr. Tang Qi and Nie Shijiu. However, Zheng Tan couldn’t help feeling that the old man seemed to have it rougher than the other two. Mr. Tang Qi was self-explanatory, and Zheng Tan had heard about Nie Shijiu from the stories Ye Hao and others shared at Night Building. Anyone capable of keeping a Super Cat and enjoying a luxury life clearly wasn’t doing too badly.

Compared to that, what about Mr. Kun? Dressed in poor man’s clothes, looking aged, and blind—if he was once a figure who could challenge both gods and Buddhas, now he was just playing the erhu on the footbridge.

Or maybe… things were not as they appeared to be on the surface?

If it wasn’t for the incident where Jin retrieved the wallet and phone, Zheng Tan wouldn’t have thought the old man was so capable. Now, seeing Wei Leng and the others’ reactions, the old man was still not simple.

Indeed, the thoughts of these important figures are always inscrutable. Just like Fang Shaokang, despite being a super-rich tycoon, he once took to street performances.

All of them, like cats, have weird thoughts on their minds.

Arriving at Ye Hao’s villa, Zheng Tan jumped onto an empty couch, found a comfortable position to lie down in, and waited for Ye Hao’s next words. After all, it was Ye Hao who had something to ask of Zheng Tan, so there was no hurry on his part.

Watching the cat make itself at home without any reservations, Ye Hao glanced over without making a sound. The cat’s audacity was really growing larger and larger, even more casual than ‘Lord’ when he was here.

Ye Hao handed the folder to Wei Leng. The confidential materials inside had been taken out; what was handed to Wei Leng contained the recent investigation results regarding Mr. Kun.

The room was quiet, with only the sound of Wei Leng flipping through the documents and Ye Hao sipping his coffee.

Ye Hao always seemed swamped with work and easily fatigued. Lately, he had become accustomed to drinking coffee to stay alert. His healthcare physician advised against consuming it for extended periods, but Ye Hao didn’t have much choice; he’d have to get through this period and then reconsider. Especially with this incident—naturally, it would be great to have a proper talk with Mr. Kun, but in the past, the man was known for not being easy to communicate with. It seemed like he had changed a lot now, yet no one could be sure. With a breakthrough at hand, Ye Hao was prepared to give it a try.

Wei Leng had been skeptical about Ye Hao’s proposal in the past. He hadn’t been active in Chuhua City and knew about Mr. Kun mainly through Ye Hao. Even without knowledge of Mr. Kun’s true state nowadays, assuming he was now a toothless tiger, he was still a tiger nonetheless. It would be easy for him to crush a cat. However, with the material in hand, Wei Leng skimmed it while twitching. He finally understood why Ye Hao had this idea.

“…You actually yanked Mr. Kun’s beard?!!” Wei Leng looked at Zheng Tan on the sofa in disbelief.

Ye Hao propped his forehead with one hand, wanting to voice his agreement: the fact that this cat was still alive and kicking was damn impressive. But considering what he had learned about Mr. Kun’s attitude from the investigation material, Ye Hao chose to remain silent—what was going through that man’s mind, really?

The investigation materials included some information gathered from the vendors on the overpass, so the incident where Zheng Tan “presumptuously” acted in front of that old man was listed in the files, along with detailed information regarding his usual behaviors. Just by looking at these, one could not associate the old man in the materials with the once influential Mr. Kun.

If Mr. Kun’s temperament hadn’t drastically changed, then he must have treated the cat differently.

Wei Leng put the folder in his hand down and leaned back on the sofa, tapping his fingers on the armrest.

“How about this,” he said, “you let it send a letter to Mr. Kun as a test of his attitude, and also to see what the old man’s temper is like now.”

According to the information they had, they hadn’t seen Mr. Kun with a mobile phone or any other contact numbers. Mr. Tang Qi might have some, but Ye Hao didn’t want to ask for them. Moreover, in broad daylight, Ye Hao didn’t want to go directly to the overpass to find someone; he didn’t want to expose himself to others before they had a deal.

Hearing Wei Leng’s suggestion, Ye Hao nodded in agreement, “That works.”

After making a decision, Ye Hao promised Zheng Tan that if he helped this time, he would directly arrange for Zheng Tan to have a private room on the third floor of Night Building, just like Wei Leng’s, although certainly smaller. It would belong to Zheng Tan, and he could bring people over without borrowing Wei Leng’s.

Zheng Tan did not immediately respond, lying thoughtfully in the distance, until Ye Hao placed a brief letter written in braille in front of him. Zheng Tan did not understand it, but Wei Leng explained the content, which was essentially an invitation letter without mentioning other matters.

Feeling that it was nothing serious, Zheng Tan then expressed his stance.

So, the next day, Sunday afternoon at three o’clock, Zheng Tan arrived at the overpass as usual. Wei Leng followed at a short distance behind, watching to prevent any accidents. Ye Hao and others watched the progress from somewhere in a building.

Zheng Tan was also a bit nervous as he placed the envelope the size of a bank card on Mr. Kun’s lap. Zheng Tan only reluctantly carried the envelope in his mouth after Wei Leng and Ye Hao repeatedly assured him it was clean—he couldn’t help it, his intermittent OCD kicked in.

The old man seemed to be getting ready to play the erhu. After Zheng Tan placed the letter down, he opened the envelope and felt the raised dots on the letter, then put it in his pocket, hugged the erhu, and sat there with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep.

Zheng Tan didn’t feel any malice from the old man, so he boldly went over to the wooden box to see how the old man’s business was doing today.

At a glance, Zheng Tan noticed something was off.

What the hell, there are even game coins!

Which little brat threw these in?!

Lifting a paw to sift through, Zheng Tan found quite a few game coins among the contents. No wonder it felt like there were more coins than usual today—they were all fakes!

Some of these game coins looked very similar to the one yuan coin and others to the 50 cents. Without paying attention, one could easily mistake these game coins for real coins. No wonder Jiao Yuan complained the other day that someone had used game coins to buy steamed buns at the university, and the vendor hadn’t even noticed.

Without hesitation, Zheng Tan started fishing out the game coins one by one and threw them out of the wooden box, making a continuous clinking sound as they landed. The overpass, especially where the old man was sitting, was covered in non-slip material, so the discarded game coins didn’t roll far. They mostly gathered around Mr. Kun’s seated area. The nearby small vendors didn’t dare to go over and have a look, and with the weather being so fine and the sun shining brightly, many people rushed past under their sun umbrellas and sun hats without paying attention to the details. They just assumed it was a cat playing around—after all, aren’t cats always such mischievous creatures? Even if someone noticed the game coins on the ground, they just smiled and moved on, so for a while, nobody pointed out what was actually happening.

The old man who had been leaning against the railing heard the sound of the game coins hitting the ground, his ears twitched, and a subtle relaxation appeared on his stiff face, though it was hardly noticeable to others.

Zheng Tan, however, was enjoying himself fishing out the game coins, making a loud ruckus in the box, while Wei Leng who was standing not too far away, and Ye Hao who was nervously watching from a building, didn’t realize that they were highly coin-like game coins. They hadn’t even thought in that direction. Seeing Zheng Tan’s behavior, they almost spat out blood in frustration.

“…Boss, is that cat trying to get itself killed again?” Baozi stood behind Ye Hao, his face expressionless, and said.

What if the old man, who was originally willing to accept the visit, changed his mind and rejected it because of a bad mood? The thought alone made Baozi frustrated.

Ye Hao’s face twisted. He was beginning to regret entrusting this matter to the cat. Did he not only fail to gain favor but also make an enemy?

Wei Leng crouched at the turn of the overpass stairs, agonizingly ruffling his hair. Then he looked over at the cat, who was spiritedly fishing coins, and felt a pain in his stomach. It must have been something wrong with his breakfast.

“Young man, do you want some steamed cake?” A steamed cake vendor smiled at Wei Leng, her gold tooth shining brightly in the sun.

Wei Leng: “…” His stomach felt even worse.

Compared to Wei Leng and Ye Hao’s conflicted feelings, Mr. Kun sitting there readjusted his posture and began to play the erhu.

To others, nothing seemed amiss, but if Jin had been there, hearing the tune Mr. Kun was playing at that moment, he would have certainly thought, the old man’s mood is super great.(To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it and cast your monthly ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)