Chapter 149 - I'll Give You Guys Some Good Things!
As Su Ming stood in surprise, two familiar figures emerged at the doorway: President Chen and Wang Guohui.
These elderly gentlemen held positions of distinction—one as a bank president, the other as the chairman of a trade company.
Yet, they found themselves on Su Ming's property.
Despite their irritation, they were powerless to act, which was quite endearing!
“Mr. Wang, I got here first, yet you've snatched my job. That's hardly fair, is it?”
“Cut the pleasantries. Only the competent get to stay.”
“First-come, first-served should be honored. Don't think you can flaunt your wealth and intimidate Mr. Su.”
“Bringing up ‘first-come, first-served' is pointless. We both run companies. Why haven't your employees shown any improvement?”
“Wang, if you're going to talk like that, don't expect me to hold back!”
“What's that? Boss Chen, are you challenging us to a fight?”
Each old man grabbed a bucket, poised for a scuffle.
The commotion inside the room startled Su Ming.
He wondered, Who could this be?
Was someone drunk and brawling at his doorstep?
Rushing outside, Su Ming found the two seniors tussling over a bucket, both donned in the quintessential old man's shirt.
He couldn't help but feel exasperated.
Good heavens!
It was a good thing he came out when he did.
Otherwise, he might have been the one with a cracked skull and brains spilling out.
“Hold on, hold on!”
Su Ming intervened hastily.
“Mr. Su, you've finally appeared. Please, I need you to set things right. This man has taken my livelihood, and he's only been here a short while. I've been the one assisting you all along,” pleaded President Chen.
“Mr. Su, don't buy into his bluster. His work is sloppy, not nearly as thorough as what I do,” retorted Wang Guohui.
“Wang, listen up. Your company may be more profitable, and I can't compete there. But don't you dare try to usurp my place helping Mr. Su!”
“I will vie for it! What are you going to do about it? If you're brave enough, go ahead and hit me!” President Chen continued defiantly.
Su Ming's head throbbed with the onset of a sudden headache.
Typically, these scenarios involved a dramatic struggle for favor within a harem.
But now, it was two elderly men vying for attention.
Why is my life filled with so much hardship? Su Ming wondered.
After a moment's thought, he told them, “Hold on a second.”
With a shake of his head, Su Ming headed to the neighboring warehouse and retrieved a bucket.
“One bucket per person, one acre each. That should suffice, shouldn't it?”
“Hmph!”
The two seniors each grabbed a bucket, exchanging glances before snorting coldly and turning away, refusing to acknowledge one another.
Outside, two lines of carriages stood at the ready—one belonging to Wang Guohui, the other to President Chen. The tension between the two parties was palpable.
Su Ming couldn't resist the urge to rub his temples.
“Could you have your men stand down for now?” he asked them.
“Sure!” one replied.
“No problem,” the other agreed.
Despite their mutual animosity, both men showed considerable respect toward Su Ming and promptly dismissed their followers.
Before Su Ming even had the chance to delegate tasks, the two elders were already fiercely competing in a race to weed, fertilize, and water—like rivals in a contest.
Their pace was astonishing.
Su Ming watched them for a long while, his expression blank with astonishment.
He blinked, his mouth agape in surprise.
Let them have their fun. I'm staying out of it, Su Ming resolved.
After indulging in another round of dumplings, Su Ming patted his full stomach and was struck by a sudden thought.
President Chen had been a great help to him, and Wang Guohui had presented him with a generous gift.
Truth be told, the two seniors had put in a lot of effort, and Su Ming couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.
As he gazed down at the fennel, a spark of inspiration flickered in his eyes.
These two gentlemen were no longer in their youth, and after years of toil, their strength was not what it once was. Perhaps in certain respects, they might…
The old adage goes, when one reaches middle age, they have little choice but to add wolfberries to their thermos.
Yet, even a potent brew of ginseng, turtle, and oyster might struggle to rejuvenate a man's vitality in certain areas.
Could these two seniors regain their youth by eating fennel? Would they be ecstatic to the point of madness? Su Ming chuckled at the thought. He went to the kitchen and retrieved the previously harvested fennel that had no immediate use. He split it into two roughly equal bundles, intending to present them as gifts once the elderly gentlemen had finished their work.
Before long, it was midday, and the two seniors, having previously benefited from Su Ming's medicinal concoctions, were in robust health and completed their tasks with ease. Su Ming emerged to treat them to a lunch in gratitude.
“Thank you for your help,” Su Ming said. “You've both assisted me greatly, and I can't thank you enough. Please accept a small token of my appreciation.” With that, he handed each of them a bag.
He patted their shoulders with a significant look. “Don't underestimate these gifts or discard them; they possess extraordinary properties.”
The two men exchanged puzzled glances, recognizing the fennel but unsure of its significance. One was the president of Tianhua Bank, the other the chairman of a Trade Company—both highly esteemed figures. They were accustomed to receiving countless gifts, yet they wanted for nothing.
And now Su Ming was offering them fennel? The thought would surely amuse anyone in the know. These wealthy individuals had no need for such a simple herb.
President Chen and Mr. Wang exchanged a knowing look. They were no ordinary men, especially having witnessed the wonders of Su Ming's medicinal brews. The potions, resembling ink and tasting almost lethal, were in fact potent tonics capable of bolstering health and even saving lives.
Mr. Su had been explicit about the fennel's remarkable effects. Could it be just an ordinary herb? Certainly not! It must be as beneficial as the famed Body-stretching Pill.
“Mr. Su, we don't doubt you,” they said. “We know this must be akin to that miraculous pill you gave us before. But forgive our ignorance—what exactly does this fennel do?” President Chen inquired with cautious curiosity.
He had no idea what the object was for.
Su Ming chuckled and gave the shoulders of the two elderly gentlemen a reassuring pat, his tone laced with intrigue, “You'll find out in due time.”
At his words, the eyes of the two seniors sparkled with anticipation.
It had to be a Top Grade treasure!
After all, Su Ming wouldn't wear such an inscrutable expression for nothing.
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