Chapter 137: Rough Words, True Meaning

"Could you tell me about Ji Xiang?" Feng Yuqing elegantly crossed her hands in front of her, her exquisite curves drawing attention.

Heh.

Wang Daxiao tried hard to banish all sorts of distracting thoughts from his mind.

Doctor Xiao Ji really is quite lucky, being pursued by such a beautiful and charming girl, tsk tsk.

He sighed to himself, then began to brag extravagantly for at least an hour.

He might not be good at other things, but who isn't good at bragging? Besides, Ji Xiang had indeed accomplished those things, so it couldn't be called pure bragging.

From the first day on stage when he saw through Ji Xiang's knot-tying technique at a glance, to Ji Xiang scolding the closed-door disciple of the top national Expert, Gu Lao, on the operating table, berating him like a grandson.

From the Cavernous Body Puncture to the knot-tying record of the grand competition, which had been sealed away for over twenty years, being broken time and time again.

Every single one of these stories was legendary; if they happened to someone else, they could talk about them for a lifetime and have them become a fixed label.

But when applied to Ji Xiang, everything seemed quite ordinary.

For over an hour, Wang Daxiao bragged wildly, to the point where even he almost believed it—Ji Xiang was a heaven-sent talent who would inevitably have a place in world medical history.

Brag away, it's not taxed anyway.

He ate while he bragged, sweeping away Spanish steaks and French Gillardeau oysters as if they were free.

Once full and satisfied, and having bragged enough, Wang Daxiao rubbed his belly with satisfaction.

"Miss Feng, you truly have a good eye! Doctor Xiao Ji is excellent and has a boundless future. If you want to find a boyfriend, you certainly can't go wrong with a doctor."

"Oh?" Feng Yuqing raised an eyebrow, a trace of disdain appearing at the corner of her mouth.

Ji Xiang is Ji Xiang, and a doctor is a doctor; what's so "not wrong" about that?

"Let me give you an example." Wang Daxiao saw the expression on Feng Yuqing's face but didn't mind. "At your age, do you know about Fetion?"

"I do." Feng Yuqing nodded; she didn't understand why Wang Daxiao was bringing up that old antique, Fetion.

Back then, her family had collaborated with the telecommunications department, but it was hard for private capital that made money so easily to squeeze in. Moreover, the other side had a tough attitude, and her family gradually lost interest.

To say more would just be history, so Feng Yuqing didn't discuss it further with Wang Daxiao.

"Fetion once had hundreds of millions of users, and its interface was no different from WeChat. Why do you think WeChat was able to succeed?" Wang Daxiao asked.

Feng Yuqing raised an eyebrow; was this greasy middle-aged professor trying to discuss business operations with her?

He wasn't worthy.

"At the beginning, WeChat had a small feature—'People Nearby.' It's been used to death now; people don't even turn on their location. Back when WeChat first came out, five out of every ten people around me used it because of 'People Nearby'."

"Uh..." Feng Yuqing didn't expect Wang Daxiao to give such an answer.

"Why do I say five out of ten used it? Because the other five were working in hospitals. They were too busy to flirt every day, tired like donkeys."

Looking at Wang Daxiao's greasy, smiling face, Feng Yuqing quietly savored his words.

"As for doctors, their income isn't high, but it isn't low either—certainly incomparable to your family. But the advantage is that they have skills, the kind of skills that both high-ranking officials and commoners can use."

"The key is that they are also busy, too busy to talk nonsense."

This statement was a bit absolute, but when Feng Yuqing thought of the group of guys around her who drove supercars, constantly changed girls in the passenger seat, and chewed Tadalafil Oral Soluble Film, she accepted Wang Daxiao's words.

This made sense.

Although the example wasn't exactly appropriate, it was acceptable.

There's no cat that doesn't eat fish, but at least when they're busy, they don't have the time.

And not everyone is a time management master.

"You are truly brilliant; I just mentioned the beginning, and you already know what I mean." Wang Daxiao didn't spell it out; reading the room, he was already prepared to end the conversation.

He wiped his mouth, finished eating, and began his closing statement.

"Doctor Xiao Ji is very good. If my daughter weren't still young, I'd even have a mind to have a chat with him."

"You?"

Feng Yuqing's words carried deep disdain.

Wang Daxiao knew this group had this kind of temperament and didn't mind. He just helped say many good things about Ji Xiang before leaving.

"Professor Wang, wait a moment."

After Feng Yuqing got into the car, a woman in her thirties appeared from somewhere.

"My name is Liu Hui, I am the young lady's assistant." Liu Hui smiled and handed over a suitcase.

"This is..." Wang Daxiao was a bit puzzled.

In his imagination, the other party was definitely going to give him some benefits, but a suitcase... it must be some kind of item.

Perhaps a bag from a luxury brand.

Wang Daxiao felt it was uninteresting.

"A small token of appreciation, please accept it." Liu Hui said politely, a professional smile on her face. "If you need any help in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

"You're too kind, too kind," Wang Daxiao said perfunctorily.

As she spoke, Liu Hui handed over the small suitcase.

"What is this for? It was just a few words."

"A small token, just a small token."

The two exchanged a few polite refusals to keep up appearances, and Wang Daxiao half-heartedly accepted the small suitcase.

It felt heavy in his hand, his arm sank, and Wang Daxiao almost dropped the suitcase on the ground.

Whoa, so heavy.

"Professor Wang, until we meet again. If anything comes up, contact me by phone." Liu Hui wasn't surprised; she waved with a smile. "If you come to Shanghai for a conference, give me a call, and I will play the host."

After saying this, Liu Hui got into the car, and the sports car roared, driving away like a monster.

This car... it seemed familiar. Wang Daxiao watched Liu Hui and Feng Yuqing leave, staring at the sports car's emblem.

Is that an Aston Geely? A domestic car.

Trotting away and disappearing into the sea of cars, Wang Daxiao lifted the small briefcase in his hand; it had an LV logo, and the case itself was worth a bit of money.

He was somewhat surprised; what had he said? It was just like bragging while eating with the department, just blowing some smoke about Ji Xiang.

But...

Wang Daxiao found a secluded spot to open the case, his "krypton gold" dog eyes nearly blinded by the red light.

He had thought the other party was a girl from a wealthy family, but he hadn't expected her to be so generous with a casual gesture.

There was so much money that Wang Daxiao's hands went a bit numb; he felt like he had committed a crime, terrified that some wrong word he'd said would invite big trouble.

Carrying the small briefcase as if it were a ticking time bomb, Wang Daxiao returned home trembling and hid the case well.

As for that red light, it would take time to digest; otherwise, it wouldn't be good if he were to have his soul scattered by its glow.

"Yuqing, do you really like Ji Xiang? That young man is not bad, he's different from everyone else in your circle."

"Pah!" Feng Yuqing spat, "If it weren't for my dad forcing me, who would like that stinking face of his? He keeps a straight face all day long, like a disciplinary committee member."

"It's different, it's different." Liu Hui smiled, "What that Doctor Wang said, though crude, was reasonable; it really had some truth to it."

(End of this chapter)