Chapter 180: Chapter 178: Some People Are Done For Just Like That
Gu Tong looked at Lin Chu again, at a complete loss for words. Truly and utterly speechless.
’This guy has connections in the medicinal herb business too?’
’And for top-tier herbs like these?’
Then again, thinking it over, Lin Chu was interested in traditional culture. He was probably a fan of Chinese medicine, so it wasn’t too surprising that he’d have connections in that area.
...
Jin Jiaying wasn’t aware of the conversation in the group chat; she wasn’t qualified to be in the group.
But now, seeing the medical expert who had just been speaking walk briskly toward Lin Chu, she vaguely sensed something was happening and quickly brought over another chair.
...
Farther away, in a corner by the wall.
An Qingning, working as a temporary waitress, was stunned to see Lin Chu suddenly become the center of attention, as if he had just made some major move.
She stared, her gaze slightly unfocused, a stark contrast forming between two images in her mind.
Less than three months ago, Lin Chu had been nothing more than a pathetic bootlicker.
Now... he was the center of attention among the highest-tier members of Mission Hills.
’What is going on!’
’Seriously, what is going on?’
’Did he suddenly inherit a ten-billion-dollar fortune? Or find out his real dad is some tycoon? Or maybe he was replaced by a lizard person?’
This kind of treatment wasn’t something you could get just by having money!
Who here wasn’t rich?
...
Wang Huating walked over quickly, a wide smile on his face, and shook Lin Chu’s hand.
He was also slightly surprised by how young Lin Chu was.
But you can’t judge a book by its cover.
With a young man in a place like this, who knew how deep his connections ran?
"This is Lin Chu, the club’s youngest member."
Zhu Yixian, who had followed him over, offered a quick introduction.
He too was surprised by Lin Chu’s capabilities—he had money to invest and was able and willing to help.
Besides, objectively speaking, this kind of favor was mostly about building goodwill. You didn’t make much money from it, and it was a lot of trouble.
His favorable impression of Lin Chu instantly grew.
The slight abruptness he had sensed from Lin Chu earlier vanished into thin air.
This sort of mutual assistance was beneficial for the entire club.
After all, a tangible exchange of value was the foundation that held such a circle together.
"Dr. Wang, please have a seat."
Lin Chu said with a smile. He had just sent a message to Sister Tang asking if he could come see her inventory and warehouse, and whether she still had those two herbs. She had replied almost instantly: "Of course. I have them."
"Here’s the situation. I have a friend who stockpiled a lot of aged medicinal herbs a while back. I checked her list, and two of the items match your procurement list. I just confirmed with her—she has saiga antelope horn and long-nosed pit viper."
Upon hearing this, a wide grin spread across Wang Huating’s face.
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
"So... when would be a good time for me to take a look? Ah, perhaps I’m being a bit too eager, haha," he said immediately, then gave an awkward laugh, feeling he had been too hasty. It revealed a certain simple sincerity, typical of a technical expert.
Lin Chu nodded and smiled.
"How about tomorrow? I’ll schedule a time. As the middleman, I’m just doing this as a friendly favor to connect the two of you. After that, if you need more and she still has some, you can deal with each other directly."
In a situation like this, Lin Chu could have easily acted as a reseller and made a bit of profit.
But there was no need. It wasn’t that much money anyway.
At most, it would be tens of thousands, maybe a few hundred thousand, and that was pushing it.
This was his "debut" in this circle; it was better to be generous and take the long view.
Hearing this, Wang Huating was even more grateful. He naturally understood Lin Chu’s intentions, and his grateful smile grew even brighter, now tinged with a clear sense of respect.
’A good man!’
’A truly good man!’
"Alright, this is a favor Old Wang won’t forget. If you ever need anything, just say the word. Of course, it’s best if you never have a reason to need me," he laughed heartily.
Lin Chu smiled, nodded, added him on WeChat, and they continued to chat casually.
Two other bosses who seemed to be close with Wang Huating also came over to join, and the small table was starting to feel crowded.
Lin Chu learned that Wang Huating’s research was in a relatively cutting-edge field of medicine and pharmacology: targeted drugs for various tumors and cancers.
He didn’t understand the more technical details, nor did he need to. Knowing that the man researched cancer was enough.
What he’d said made sense, too—it really was best if you never needed him.
Still, it was definitely necessary to know a person like this and maintain a good relationship with him.
...
Time passed quickly in the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.
Around four-thirty in the afternoon, the heat of the sun had subsided considerably. Many people began to get up, making plans with acquaintances to go play a round of golf.
Just then, a few men appeared at the entrance of the hall. Zhu Yixian, who had already received a phone call, took one look and walked over quickly to greet them.
"Second Uncle, what brings you here?"
The man who had arrived was his second uncle, Zhu Yaohui, the vice president of the entire group. He was a man of high status and authority, with an imposing gaze. He was tall, had kept himself in good shape, and his slightly tanned skin showed signs of regular outdoor activity.
"Address me by my title during work hours!"
Zhu Yaohui rebuked him, his expression blank.
Zhu Yixian immediately grew tense and apologized, addressing him again by his title. He then stood obediently to the side, hands clasped.
Zhu Yaohui’s eyes swept across the room and found the person he was looking for. His gaze held a hint of vigilance, as well as a touch of resignation.
"President Qian from Fangyuan Wealth... that’s him over there, isn’t it? I’m correct?" he asked in a very low voice, not even glancing in that direction.
He knew some of the club’s specific clients, but certainly not as many as Zhu Yixian.
"Yes. His name is Qian Zhi. What’s going on?"
