Chapter 770: 758 Deep, Unfathomable

758 Deep, Unfathomable

Although his smoking habit wasn't strong, when he went to the front lines, Zheng Ren almost forgot to smoke, and he wouldn't have a cigarette for days. But now, with nothing to do, smoking a cigarette to pass the time is also good.

He found a small convenience store, bought a pack of Purple Cloud cigarettes for ten yuan, and also bought a disposable lighter.

The boss lady of the small convenience store saw Zheng Ren's clothing and the cigarettes he bought, and became a little curious. After Zheng Ren left, she kept staring at his back.

"What are you thinking about?" the boss asked.

"The person who just bought cigarettes, guess how much his outfit costs?" the boss lady asked.

"Someone who buys Purple Cloud cigarettes can't be wearing expensive clothes. A few hundred yuan is already impressive, and he went to Bai Li supermarket to buy vegetables—he definitely isn't some rich big shot." the boss casually said.

Running a convenience store, he's seen all kinds of people; he's practically seen it all.

"Tch, you don't know anything. His outfit may not be custom-made, but it's not cheap either. At least... his clothes cost thirty to fifty thousand." The boss lady, looking through the transparent glass door, saw Zheng Ren walk to a corner, leisurely light a cigarette, and said.

"Let's bet, tonight I'll add a meat dish to my dinner—I've been eating only vegetables these days and I'm craving meat." The boss laughed and said, "In a bit I'll go ask; if you're wrong, remember to add a meat dish for me."

"If you ask, they'll only tell you if it's strange." The boss lady said disdainfully, "This is keeping wealth hidden—do you think you're like me, showing off a little money? Besides, you want to eat meat—how many times have you had a heart attack? No way!"

Zheng Ren didn't know anyone was watching him; he had already become a sight in others' eyes.

He carried the vegetables to a secluded corner near the trash can and lit a Purple Cloud cigarette.

After finishing his cigarette, he went to the System Library to browse journals and magazines, which was also a good way to pass the time.

He put the plastic bag on the ground, started sending location info to Xie Yiren, and told Xiao Yi Ren not to rush, to drive slowly.

After finishing his cigarette, Zheng Ren entered the System Library and began reading magazines.

Various medical journals and magazines compile research on countless cases. Those that are valuable, or rather valuable to Zheng Ren, are few.

But this is a necessary step; Zheng Ren doesn't find it tedious—on the contrary, he's quite happy.

An hour or so passed just like that, unnoticed.

Just as he was engrossed in reading, a voice came.

"Chief Zheng, what a coincidence!" The voice sounded a little familiar, and Zheng Ren immediately emerged from the System Space.

He looked up and saw it was Song Ying.

They had met last night, and now again today—it really is quite a coincidence.

"Manager Song, what's this?" Zheng Ren smiled slightly and asked.

"It's not that a customer ordered something strange; it came up suddenly, so I came over to check if this is the source and whether it's still fresh. I took a look, it's fine, and had it sent back." Song Ying said.

Zheng Ren didn't really care what ingredients Song Ying was fetching; he wasn't particularly interested in food anyway.

As for which store around here might have rare or uncommon ingredients, Zheng Ren hadn't even thought about it.

"Oh, I came after work to buy vegetables, waiting for my girlfriend to pick me up." Zheng Ren said with a smile.

Now saying the three words 'girlfriend' feels increasingly natural, completely free of the initial awkwardness and shyness.

Song Ying wanted to make connections, and happening to meet Zheng Ren was also a bit of fate, so he had the ingredients sent away, made a phone call, and then returned.

"Chief Zheng, are you still used to 912?" Song Ying asked.

"Not bad, much more comfortable than before. Previously I was the Inpatient Chief of the Emergency Department and couldn't go home." Zheng Ren replied.

Although Song Ying interrupted his reading, the guy wasn't unpleasant, and Zheng Ren thought chatting a few sentences was fine.

"This is my business card; if you ever need any ingredients, just call and I'll have them delivered quickly. Prices follow market rates, Chief Zheng, you can rest assured." Song Ying took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Zheng Ren took the business card, saw the name printed on it and the phone number below. The overall style was quite simple, with no company name or many titles.

This must be a fairly private kind of business card, Zheng Ren guessed.

"The ingredients are all the freshest; they're definitely better than what you can buy here." Song Ying said.

"Then I'll trouble you." Zheng Ren, though indifferent, appreciated the good intention and thought it would save him a lot of hassle.

Saying that, he put the business card away.

"It's not close from Golden Palm to here; let me give you a ride back—it's on the way." Song Ying said.

"No need, I think my girlfriend will be here soon." Zheng Ren glanced into the distance; the flow of people and traffic was surging, and he couldn't see where Xie Yiren was.

Song Ying didn't mind either, and he chatted with Zheng Ren on and off for a few minutes.

From talking about 912 to Hai Cheng, this Manager Song is indeed someone who's been through the rough and tumble of the jianghu, speaking to people in human terms and to ghosts in ghostly terms, always hitting the point.

The simple chat was neither overly enthusiastic nor cold, like two old friends catching up.

Unconsciously, it gave a feeling of warmth.

Saying that, Zheng Ren's phone rang.

Seeing it was Xie Yiren, Zheng Ren quickly waved his hand and made an apologetic expression.

"Hey, Yi Ren."

"Oh, okay, then I'll come find you."

After saying that, Zheng Ren hung up the phone.

"Manager Song, parking isn't allowed here; my girlfriend is waiting nearby, I'll go first." Zheng Ren said somewhat apologetically.

"Sure, wait for Director Kong to come back—I'll definitely make time to visit you." Song Ying laughed and said.

"Mm." Zheng Ren nodded.

"If you need anything, just call; I won't refuse payment, but I'll give you the trade price—Chief Zheng, plus the delivery fee, that's all." Song Ying pointed at the pocket where Zheng Ren had placed his business card and laughed.

Bringing this up a second time shows it's a sincere gesture, and he's mindful of propriety and boundaries.

Zheng Ren smiled, turned, and left.

Song Ying watched Zheng Ren walk farther and farther away, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and lit it.

Amid the swirling smoke, Zheng Ren's figure blended into the crowd, but Song Ying kept his hawk-like gaze on him. Since going in for surgery, he's had a strong interest in that little doctor in Hai Cheng.

It's quite a coincidence, running into him two days in a row. Song Ying thought, a smile tugging at his lips, not knowing whether that little doctor could stand firm in the Imperial Capital. Making a living in the capital is no easy feat—it's nothing to joke about.

Several hundred meters away, Zheng Ren got into a black sports car, which then slowly drove off.

Song Ying stared for a moment, eyes narrowed, fixed on that sports car until it disappeared from sight.

The exquisite body, flowing lines—even several hundred meters away, Song Ying could almost hear the car's engine emit a pleasant low rumble.

Is that an Aston Martin One-77?

Without doubt, Song Ying trusted his eyesight. Yet this expensive sports car simply could not be paired with that gentle, honest face.

It was as if two worlds existed, and putting them together was utterly absurd.

Globally limited to 77 units; domestically, it seems only five have been sold.

If one wanted to know whose car it was, it would be easy, but Song Ying had no such thought.

This Chief Zheng, it seems, is deeper than I imagined.