Ling Zhenfei laughed, it seed he had made the right choice in people, Chunyu's future was boundless, and she might even beco a legendary figure.
Ling Zhenfei also realized that Chunyu was a cultivation fanatic, but since Zhou Yun should have finished preparing the al by now, he didn't encourage Chunyu to start cultivating imdiately and instead took her down the mountain and headed ho.
Upon arriving ho, Chunyu dashed back to her room. Ling Zhenfei knew she was off to study "Plucking Leaves and Flying Flowers". He saw Zhou Yun busy in the kitchen, so he walked in.
"Sister-in-law, is the al ready?"
Ling Zhenfei asked Zhou Yun, who replied softly, "It'll be ready soon." Although she spoke, Zhou Yun did not dare look at Ling Zhenfei, clearly embarrassed about the events of the previous night.
"About last night, I am truly sorry, Sister-in-law," Ling Zhenfei said with regret.
At that mont, Zhou Yun put down what she was holding and turned to face Ling Zhenfei, her cheeks slightly red as she said, "You don't need to say that, let's not bla each other for what happened last night."
Zhou Yun clearly had more to say, but she couldn't bring herself to speak, and the words she had ready died on her lips.
The two exchanged looks, their eyes filled with many things that hadn't been there before, and for a mont, Ling Zhenfei found himself at a loss.
As he stared dumbfounded at Zhou Yun, she turned back to her work, but Ling Zhenfei thought he saw a glimr of tears in her eyes.
"Alright, let's go eat. Go call Chunyu for the al," Zhou Yun said in a low voice, surreptitiously wiping her eyes.
The al was simple, and with each person harboring their own thoughts, few words were exchanged; they just ate.
After breakfast, Zhou Yun imdiately went to the manor, as the mornings were always the busiest ti there.
Chunyu had school to attend, and even though she wasn't very keen on it, she was only considered ten years old and had been enrolled in primary school. However, the primary school curriculum seed too simple for Chunyu now.
Having arranged everything, Ling Zhenfei thought of his own matters. There was still a lot to do, and now that he had been elected village party secretary, he definitely had to deal with the village affairs.
In the afternoon, he had to facilitate contract signings between the villagers and the manor, which would undoubtedly draw a large crowd.
The staffing issue of the company was also pressing; the security departnt could certainly recruit people from the village, but for marketing and financial managent, they needed to seek out professionals from beyond the village.
Business at the manor was expected to be very busy in the future, and finance was a significant challenge, not sothing a non-professional could handle.
The manor had already started raising chickens, ducks, and wild pigs, and they needed a robust marketing team to find markets, so the marketing departnt needed to be highly competent.
After posting a job advertisent online, Ling Zhenfei casually checked Weibo and was imdiately surprised; his post on Weibo had reached tens of millions of shares and likes, with countless comnts – it was truly frightening.
Realizing that it was ti to discuss the sale of "Xuantian Divine Water", Ling Zhenfei got into his car and drove towards town.
He stopped by a porcelain factory in town to order a batch of beautifully crafted small bottles, which were ant for holding elixirs and "Xuantian Divine Water".
If he wanted to mass-produce "Xuantian Divine Water", the packaging had to be flawless, but Ling Zhenfei had no intention of mass-producing it, as too much production would drive up the price; a premium approach was better.
In town, he transferred the money from his account to the bar's and Xishan Manor's accounts. To his surprise, the town couldn't handle such a large transfer, and Ling Zhenfei had no choice but to drive to Binyang.
After transferring several hundred million from his account, Ling Zhenfei imdiately beca penniless. Now that Xishan Manor was in need of money, he still needed to find more ways to make money.
At that mont, Ling Zhenfei's phone rang, and he received a call. It turned out to be from Chu San, the master craftsman from the Jade Shop.
"Li Hao, is that Mr. Ling?" Chu San's voice on the other end was very excited.
"Li Hao, Mr. Chu, this is Ling Zhenfei."
Chu San said with a laugh, "Mr. Ling, Li Hao, it's been a long ti since we've been in touch. I'm calling you today to tell you that I've finished carving that piece of jade you left with . Do you have ti to co over and have a look?"
Hearing this, Ling Zhenfei imdiately rembered the piece of jade he had left with Chu San, which Chu San was planning to carve and then enter into a competition. He hadn't expected the carving to take such a long ti.
To be honest, Ling Zhenfei was quite curious about how that green stone of his had turned out. Since it wasn't very far away, he could go and check it out.
"Sure, Mr. Chu, I am very eager to admire your masterpiece. I'll co over when I have ti."
"Good, I'll be waiting for you. Plus, we can talk about the competition then."
The two of them finished talking and then hung up the phone.
Ling Zhenfei was planning to go to the antique market, but at that mont, he unexpectedly received a call from Chen Dafu.
Seeing Chen Dafu's call, Ling Zhenfei was taken aback. He really didn't know what to say about Chen Dafu. A call from him usually ant no good news, likely a VIP's relative was sick, and they couldn't cure them at the hospital, so they needed him to rush over and treat them.
Although he didn't want to go, on the matter concerning Xiao Kunkun, Chen Dafu had supported him steadfastly, which Ling Zhenfei had not forgotten. The saying goes: one must repay kindness, so Ling Zhenfei still answered the call.
"Divine Doctor Ling, you finally answered my call. I've phoned so many tis without a response," Chen Dafu said, obviously pleased.
"Director Chen, sotis I get so busy that I don't see my phone. Please don't take it to heart," Ling Zhenfei explained.
"No problem, I know you're very busy. It's good that you answered my call today. Listen, we have a very special patient at the hospital that we can't handle, and we have no choice but to turn to you."
"What kind of patient is it? Is it a leader again, or a big boss's relative?"
Upon Ling Zhenfei's completion, Chen Dafu felt rather embarrassed, "Divine Doctor Ling knows well, I only call you for important people. It's a big leader's family mber, very important."
Ling Zhenfei knew that no matter who it was, since he had taken the call, he could not stand by and do nothing. So he said, "Alright, I'll be right there. We'll talk more when I arrive."
After that, Ling Zhenfei hung up the phone and drove toward Binyang Hospital.
He soon arrived at Binyang Hospital, where Chen Dafu had already arranged for soone to greet him at the entrance.
Coming to Binyang Hospital again, Ling Zhenfei's experience was quite different from before. When he used to co to Binyang Hospital, Ling Zhenfei was obscure, but now it was not the sa at all.
Whether it was the doorman or the cleaning lady, everyone seed very familiar with Ling Zhenfei, greeting him as they saw him.
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