Chapter 1199

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Liang Xinghua left with his daughter, and Wang Zhanggen returned with his illness.

Life did not settle down because of this; daily necessities — rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea — days still went on just like that.

Wang Erhai called Zhang Gui, the food ingredient purchasing manager of Huangsheng Hotel, and told him his family's fish pond had been poisoned, all the fish died, and for the next year they would not be able to supply mountain-water fish to Huangsheng Hotel.

Wang Erhai sincerely apologized for this, and also took the initiative to propose compensation:

"Manager Zhang, how about you go discuss with Zhang Sheng and see how to determine the compensation; once you've agreed, come find me. As long as it's handled according to the contract, I won't have any complaints."

Wang Erhai currently has fairly ample funds; after all, Liguo Mountain still made him quite a lot of money, so paying some compensation is nothing to him. The main thing is to preserve his reputation and keep the business going.

This Zhang Gui, a big fat man, besides being good at eating, is also quite adept at handling affairs.

He knew Wang Erhai and his uncle Zhang Sheng had an extraordinary relationship, so he said with a smile:

"No need for compensation. Your dead fish weren't sold to me; I'll just restock elsewhere. However, if we're to continue taking goods from you, a clause must be added to the contract."

Wang Erhai was stunned, questioning:

"What clause?"

Zhang Gui said:

"If a customer of mine gets food poisoning, as long as it's confirmed the ingredients came from your side, you must bear full responsibility."

Hearing this, Wang Erhai was somewhat surprised.

But after one second he felt it was also perfectly reasonable.

This time Liang Xinghua poisoned the pond; fortunately he used a poison that made the fish die outright. If he had used a poison that didn't kill the fish but would kill people who ate them, and Zhang Gui took the fish to the hotel, that would have been a huge mess.

"Fine, no problem. I'll install surveillance in every corner of the farm. Also, from now on, the food sources for the chickens, fish, and such that we raise will be strictly controlled, and before shipment we'll do an inspection report!"

Wang Erhai not only agreed to add the supplementary contract, but also promised to do a good job with the controls.

This made Zhang Gui very happy:

"Then it's settled. You go get your chickens tested, produce a report and show it to me. After I see the report and there's no problem, I'll go back to purchasing your free-range chickens."

This matter counts as minimizing the loss.

At least the big client Huangsheng Hotel was kept.

Wang Erhai rushed non-stop to take the chickens to an authoritative institution in the county town for testing, then busied himself installing surveillance, cleaning the fish pond, and contacting harvesters, because the rice in his two hundred-plus acres of high-standard farmland was already nearing maturity and would be ready for harvest in a few days.

Meanwhile Wang Xiaohua, staying at home all day feeling bored, went to town to find a driving school and signed up, planning to use this free time to get his driver's license.

After Wang Zhanggen returned, he really did invite Wu Banxian over again, and facing the ruins of the already-demolished raw house, he put on a supernatural act and performed a ritual ceremony.

After the ritual was done, Wang Zhanggen's mind was comforted:

"Now there shouldn't be any evil ghosts causing trouble, right?"

Wu Banxian laughed heartily. He knew Wang Zhanggen had cancer, and facing this old client who had given him quite a lot of money, at this moment he naturally knew to say pleasing words tactfully:

"Rest assured. After this ritual, no evil ghosts will ever appear again. Not only will it protect your whole family's peace and safety, it will also protect your health and longevity!"

Wang Zhanggen was stunned, asking Wu Banxian with a serious, solemn face:

"You mean I'll be able to live to hear my precious grandson call me Grandpa?"

Wu Banxian immediately replied in a firm, categorical tone:

"Great good fortune indeed. What are you saying — do you look down on the rituals I, Wu Banxian, perform? Listen to me: you'll live to see your precious grandson enter primary school, no problem!"

Hearing Wu Banxian say this, Wang Zhanggen's mood immediately turned to great joy:

"Really or fake? The doctor said I have cancer, and it's late stage at that!"

Wu Banxian continued firmly:

"Of course it's real. Look — when have I ever deceived you?"

Wang Zhanggen half-believed, half-doubted, carefully recalled, and he really felt Wu Banxian had never deceived him; the words he spoke could all come true.

For example, before he said it was Zhou Aidi who dug up his family's ancestral grave, and it really was Zhou Aidi who dug it.

Later he said as long as he apologized and admitted fault to Du Xiaojuan, he could break his eldest son's fate of wealth without children. He went and apologized to Du Xiaojuan, and now Du Xiaojuan really gave birth to a big fat grandson for him!

At this moment Wu Banxian asked Wang Zhanggen again:

"Do you think the doctor's words are credible, or the words of the immortals in heaven are credible?"

Wang Zhanggen thought for a moment, then answered:

"Then of course the words of the immortals in heaven are more credible!"

Wu Banxian said:

"Then that settles it. It's not that I myself think you can live to see your grandson read primary school; it's that the immortals in heaven told me you can live to that time. I'm merely conveying the immortals' meaning."

Hearing this, Wang Zhanggen believed Wu Banxian's words even more.

At the same time, his mood was excellent!

This is good — I don't have to die that soon!

Life has something to look forward to again!

Wu Banxian's eyes sneakily glanced at Wang Zhanggen; seeing Wang Zhanggen starting to get a bit carried away, he hurriedly added a caveat:

"But you still have to keep taking the medicine you should take, and keep doing the treatments you should do. The immortals said you can live to see your son read primary school, that's true, but the premise is you must nurture your body well. Do you understand my meaning?"

Wang Zhanggen hurriedly nodded:

"Understood, understood. Many thanks, Wu Banxian!"

After Wu Banxian left, Wang Zhanggen walked in Shanggou Village, breathing the village's fresh air, looking at the familiar scenes before him, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his old face.

That day Wang Xiaohua came to Town, looking for a driving school to register at.

He came to a registration point called Yue'an Driving School.

Entering, he shouted:

"Hello, can I register here to learn for a license?"

A young man who had been playing on his mobile phone with his head down raised his head at this moment, immediately stunned:

"Isn't this Wang Xiaohua? Top Scorer, when did you get back?"

Wang Xiaohua, seeing this person, was also stunned, not quite recognizing him, but still asked weakly:

"Zhu Jiajun?"

"Yeah, didn't expect you still remember me!"

Zhu Jiajun laughed heartily.

He was Wang Xiaohua's primary school classmate.

In primary school Wang Xiaohua came first every time, while Zhu Jiajun came last every time.

These two positions were almost always secure.

It was precisely because of this that Wang Xiaohua had some impression of Zhu Jiajun.

For other primary school classmates, Wang Xiaohua might not necessarily remember them.

The Zhu Jiajun of today had long since shed the childishness of primary school, and his figure had also become somewhat plump; he stopped studying after junior high school and had long been out mixing in Society, and because his driving was passable, plus he had a relative who was a driving coach, he was brought into the trade.

The Zhu Jiajun of today was also a driving coach.

Zhu Jiajun said to Wang Xiaohua:

"Old classmate, if you come to my place to register to learn for a license, I'll give you a discount of two hundred yuan, and I can pick you up and drop you off at Shanggou Village. How about it, is that generous enough?"

Wang Xiaohua saw that Zhu Jiajun was showing fairly enthusiastic friendliness, so he agreed:

"Fine, then I'll register here!"

Mainly there weren't many driving schools in Town, and going to County Town was too far and troublesome.

Just based on Zhu Jiajun saying he could pick him up and drop him off at Shanggou Village, let alone giving him a discount of two hundred yuan, even if it were an extra two hundred yuan, Wang Xiaohua should still consider it.

After all, Shanggou Village was such a remote corner with inconvenient transportation; he couldn't possibly have his second brother pick him up and drop him off every day—how troublesome that would be.