Chapter 1089: 1062 military medal, half mine, half yours

1062 military medal, half mine, half yours.

Boss, it's already six in the evening, come out and grab a bite to eat. Su Yun's voice sounded somewhat ethereal, as if some important words weren't spoken.

What else? Zheng Ren felt his head a bit swollen, but his mind was clear. Although Su Yun didn't say it, his tone already indicated there were other matters on that side, not just asking him to eat.

That side fell silent for a few seconds, giving Zheng Ren a sense of foreboding.

Boss, Ning Shu is in Heidelberg. Su Yun said.

Ning Shu…… That name is so vivid, it directly brought Zheng Ren's somewhat ethereal thoughts to that warm land.

He is a perpetually calm, reliable person who never loses passion; refined and elegant, yet inevitably inspires awe in others—a middle‑aged man.

How did you run into Ning Shu? Zheng Ren asked, delighted.

The other end of the phone remained silent. Su Yun today seemed different from usual. Zheng Ren, in his delight, failed to notice this.

After another few seconds of silence, Su Yun replied: "Coming to Germany, we definitely need to contact Otto Bock. Fortunately, Ning Shu is also on this side, so things are shaping up. I contacted Ning Shu, and he took the train over."

All right, I'll change and come find you. Zheng Ren said, then hung up.

Finally, a faint shout of "Boss" from Su Yun could be heard, but Zheng Ren didn't pay it any mind. If there were something big, he'd surely call back.

Su Yun stood in the hotel lobby, holding his phone, staring blankly. After a moment, he slipped the phone into his pocket and gave a faint smile.

Will luck be this good again? he muttered to himself.

Doctor Su, are you waiting for Doctor Zheng to eat? Zou Jia Hua came down from upstairs, saw Su Yun standing in the lobby, and asked.

Su Yun's heart stirred; he looked at Zou Jia Hua as if eyeing a fat sheep.

Mr. Zou, hello. Su Yun said politely.

Zou Jia Hua smiled lightly, but a sense of wariness rose in his heart. This young man's overly polite talk—if there were nothing wrong, it would be uncanny.

There are a few friends here who want to eat together. Su Yun said: "Mr. Zou, would you like to join?"

Zou Jia Hua chuckled and didn't refuse. Was this a fairly formal invitation from Su Yun? As an old fox who has battled the marketplace for countless years, Zou Jia Hua, though wary, didn't think Su Yun would scheme against him.

Without that confidence, how could he lead Zou's Real Estate to ride the wind and waves? In Zou Jia Hua's view, Su Yun was merely a decent youngster, not even worthy of his notice.

He nodded and asked: "Have you arranged a place to eat?"

Not yet; it's a spontaneous meetup. If it weren't like that, Boss wouldn't have called him up feeling unwell.

Then I'll arrange it. Zou Jia Hua said a couple of words to Zou Zhi; Zou Zhi gave a slight nod and hurried off to make arrangements.

In the New City District, there's a steak place that's not bad—worth a try. Zou Jia Hua said.

Then thank you, Mr. Zou.

Doctor Su, you have wide connections—you even know people in Heidelberg. Was it through you that Professor Rudolf Wagner got in touch with Doctor Zheng back then? Zou Jia Hua asked with a smile.

Mr. Zou, you've misunderstood. Su Yun said gently and politely: "It was a volunteer I met a while ago in Pengxi Village, Rongcheng. At that time, Boss and I carried people down from the epicenter, performed a few days of surgery at the Pengxi Village Hospital, and that's when we got to know him."

Recalling those days, Su Yun also felt a bit sentimental.

Isn't it that many people have had amputations? Ning Shu is contacting Otto Bock to buy some prostheses to send to Rongcheng. Su Yun said.

Zou Jia Hua pondered, seeing that Su Yun's expression didn't look feigned; he must have been overthinking.

Su Yun, long time no see. A warm, resonant voice came from the doorway.

Su Yun paused, smiled, turned, and opened his arms.

Xie Ning wasn't used to young people expressing feelings this way, but he didn't refuse, hugged Su Yun briefly, then pulled away.

Ning Shu, you've come out of Pengxi Village looking much more spirited. Su Yun laughed.

Over there, sleeping only a few hours a day and still being energetic is unheard of—his hair's turned white in patches. Xie Ning glanced at Su Yun, then at Zou Jia Hua.

Su Yun immediately understood, smiling: "Ning Shu, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Zou Jia Hua, chairman of the board of Xianggang's Zou Real Estate."

Xie Ning was taken aback.

Mr. Zou, this is the old friend I mentioned earlier, Ning Shu.

Zou Jia Hua and Xie Ning locked eyes; Xie Ning extended his hand and said gently: "Mr. Zou, your great reputation is known like thunder. A dozen years ago in Rongcheng, your vice president spent lavishly, and we small bidders who competed alongside you could only eat dust."

Zou Jia Hua's face broke into a restrained smile as he shook Xie Ning's hand, saying nothing.

Mr. Ning, are you also in real estate?

A few years ago I was, doing small projects. Land prices keep rising, the trend toward consolidation is clear, and I didn't want to hassle with it, so I got out early. Xie Ning didn't correct Zou Jia Hua's mistake, smiling.

Su Yun peered through the black hair on his forehead at Xie Ning. The longer he looked, the clearer it became—between the brows and eyes, he truly resembled Xie Yiren.

Boss's face blindness probably wouldn't notice.

Su Yun laughed, feeling delighted, a pleasant aura radiating from deep within.

Mr. Zou, are you here to look at a project? Xie Ning made small talk.

No matter what Zou Jia Hua says, he won't take it seriously or feel it deeply. They've just met, and not saying anything would be awkward.

No. Zou Jia Hua said: "I came with Doctor Zheng."

Zheng Ren? Xie Ning asked immediately.

Yeah. Doctor Zheng operated on me a few days ago; I still have occasional flare‑ups afterward, so I'm not at ease and came with him to Heidelberg. Besides, I wanted to clear my mind—I haven't walked the Philosopher's Path in years.

The Philosopher's Path he mentioned is a sight in Heidelberg; it used to be quiet a few years ago, but lately tourists have flocked there, and Zou Jia Hua isn't particularly interested.

Xie Ning said lightly: "Doctor Zheng's skill is still quite good; Mr. Zou, your eye for talent is sound."

As they were speaking, Zheng Ren came downstairs.

Seeing Xie Ning from afar, Zheng Ren felt a bit happy. Those days, Xie Ning always gave him a sense of reliability.

No matter how busy or tired, no matter how many things piled up, Xie Ning could always simplify the complex and nip potential problems in the bud.

Zheng Ren knows that if he were to perform surgery himself, medical order would probably collapse in 912. Yet in Pengxi Village everything runs smoothly—this can't be said enough to be the achievement of Ning and Xie.

Military medal, half mine, half yours.