Zhang Dadan glanced at the dicine cabinet in the store and said to the man, "If you’re not busy fetching dicine, please step out from behind the counter."
The guy listened and, realizing Dadan wanted to see the shop owner, sighed in frustration and spoke more respectfully.
"Hello, I’ve been an apprentice here for two years. I’m sure I won’t make a mistake with the dicine. You can trust !"
Zhang Dadan realized the misunderstanding and quickly explained, "This little brother here is selling ginseng; you think you could help?"
Selling ginseng? The guy glanced at the man behind Dadan, noticing he was indeed holding a bundle, confirming his purpose.
"It would be a bother, but a wealthy middle-aged man rushed out from the inner room just as we were having tea.
"Must these two leave Jiqing Hall?" The wealthy middle-aged man smiled broadly at Zhang, who hadn’t even sat down.
The two couldn’t help but look at each other. How did he know they had just left Jiqing Hall? Was it that obvious?
"How did you know? Did Yu QingWeen call you? Does he have that kind of Kung Fu?" Zhang chuckled bitterly.
Fearing that Zhang would misunderstand him and consider him a traitor to Yu QingWeen, the wealthy middle-aged man quickly explained:
"Don’t get wrong! That’s what my senior said. He said Jiqing Hall sold him fake dicines and tried to cheat my little brother out of his ginseng!"
Although relieved by his explanation, Zhang Dadan couldn’t help but feel stormy inside. Did this just happen at Jiqing Hall, and he already knows?
This truly is a case of good news walking while bad deeds travel a thousand miles!
"The old man you’re talking about, isn’t he Mr. Wu Wenxiong?" Zhang Dadan thought for a mont and casually asked.
The middle-aged man’s respect for Zhang grew as he realized he knew Wu Wenxiong. He said, "Yes, Mr. Wu Wenxiong! Do you know him?"
Zhang Dadan, having no relation with Wu Wenxiong, didn’t want any extra consideration and denied, "No! It’s just a familiar face from Jiqing Hall."
"Ah! So that’s it!" The middle-aged man seed a bit puzzled, then nodded in understanding.
The young man selling ginseng, noticing Zhang Dadan’s reluctance to acknowledge any relationship with Wu Wenxiong, quickly interjected: "Boss, look at my ginseng!"
He then carefully unwrapped the ginseng plant he had carried for over twenty years.
Seeing the ginseng, the middle-aged man got excited again, pushing his glasses up for a closer look.
"Tsk tsk... Tsk tsk... This is a very fine ginseng. It must be over twenty years old. A rare find indeed." The middle-aged man praised.
Seeing he was knowledgeable and not intending to deceive him, Zhang Dadan asked, "What price can you offer?"
The middle-aged man, seeing Zhang looking towards him with expectation, asked back, "Do you really not know Mr. Wu Wenxiong?"
If Zhang had claid familiarity with Wu Wenxiong, the boss might have been obliged to give a higher price.
However, Zhang Dadan, not one to take undue advantage, denied any connection to Wu Wenxiong once again.
Seeing his consistent denial, the herbal store owner offered him a price of 90,000 yuan.
Going from 3,000 to 90,000 yuan, a thirtyfold increase, the young man selling ginseng was naturally thrilled and did not refuse.
Although 90,000 yuan wasn’t a huge amount, it aligned with the market price, and the seller was satisfied. Zhang Dadan, not one to push his luck, accepted the deal.
After the sale, Zhang Dadan took away dozens of herbal dicines and left with the young ginseng seller.
With 900,000 yuan, the seller wanted to treat Zhang to a al in gratitude, but Zhang sternly refused.
Impressed by Zhang’s generosity and refusal of reward, the young seller invited him for a drink.
With many ways to make money, Zhang had to refuse once more.
Repeatedly turned down, the young seller grew frustrated and disappointed.
Unable to change his mind, Zhang had to give him his number, citing an ergency, and promised to et again.
Seeing Zhang burdened with herbal dicines, the young man guessed he was in a rush to help a patient, felt even more abrupt, and hastily apologized to Zhang.
After parting ways, Zhang Dadan hurried back to the teahouse, eager to find Liu Shu.
The mont he got out of the taxi and entered the teahouse, Liu Shu rushed over, currying favor, "Doctor Zhang Shenyi, you’ve worked so hard... It’s a sin to make you run around for ."
Seeing he was about to start flattering again, Zhang Dadan interrupted, "Enough! Stop being so fake! I know you’re anxious!"
Though scolded, Liu Shu’s face lit up with a smile. "It’s... not really... not really..."
That afternoon, nurous retired elders were grouped for tea.
They saw Liu Shu’s imnse respect and even slight fear towards Zhang, and couldn’t help but think ill of it.
Two righteous elders approached Zhang and sternly asked, "Who are you? Why bully this young man?"
Before Zhang could respond, Liu Zhi trembled with fear, wondering if these old folks were genuinely wanting to harm him.
"Mind your own business! Let’s not get involved!" Liu Shu snapped at the elders to avoid enraging Zhang further.
His arrogant manner left the two elders baffled. What was going on? They were just trying to help him! Instead, they got berated like this.
The tall elder severely reproached, "What did you say to the young man? We are on the sa..."
Before he finished, Liu Shu looked at him furiously and said, "Mind your own business..."
Before the sentence was completed, Zhang Dadan stood up and admired him with a slap, scolding, "Special indeed! How dare you talk like that? Can you even speak human words?"
Trying to please Zhang, Liu Zhi hurriedly nodded and bowed, apologizing profusely, "Zhang... Zhang Shen, I was wrong... I was wrong..."
The two elders, seeing Liu getting slapped and humbly admitting his mistake, felt unexpectedly relieved.
"Are you stupid? Apologize to ? Apologize to these two elders!" Zhang rebuked.
Liu hurriedly turned to bow deeply to the two elders, "Uncle! I was wrong... Please forgive !"
Without waiting for the elders to respond, Zhang Dadan quickly continued, "Grandpa, sorry for the insult. My nephew is a bit neurotic. I hope you forgive him."
Neurotic? The two elders looked at each other, suddenly understanding his behavior. No wonder Zhang scolded him so harshly, fearing he’d lose control.
"It’s nothing! If he’s sick, we old folks can’t hold it against him. It’s all good!" The elder with the booming voice chuckled.
anwhile, Zhang Chi, being described as neurotic by Dadan, didn’t dare refute, and instead cooperated, foolishly laughing.
The onlookers, seeing this, didn’t linger on Zhang Dadan and Liu Shu anymore, even starting to avoid Zhang altogether.
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