C154 – Effect
Upon seeing Su Ming’s bewildered look, Wang Guohui was at a loss for words.
The asking price was just too low.
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And what was this medicine?
“Mr. Su, my apologies. Please, just name your price, and I’ll have the money wired to you right away!” Wang Guohui pleaded urgently.
He simply couldn’t afford to alienate Su Ming.
His connection with Su Ming was of utmost importance.
Thankfully, they were within the privacy of Su Ming’s villa, enclosed by towering walls.
Their conversation was hushed, ensuring that no passersby could eavesdrop.
Otherwise, outraged onlookers might have stormed in and demolished the villa!
In the market, a large bunch of fennel could be had for a mere 10 yuan.
Observing Wang Guohui’s tense demeanor, Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t overthink it.”
With a smile, Su Ming gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You’ve done well.”
Truth be told, the money was a trifle to Su Ming.
Not long ago, he had raked in several billion.
For Su Ming now, money was merely a series of digits.
What truly mattered was his five-acre property in the heart of the city.
Wang Guohui breathed a deep sigh of relief, only then noticing his sweat-soaked clothes.
Wang Guohui couldn’t help but exclaim, “Why did you rush into it?”
Old Sun was filled with regret.
As he was on the verge of tears, he suddenly froze.
He noticed a gradual warmth in his lower abdomen, and his bodily functions were slowly being restored.
Old Sun blinked in astonishment.
Wang Guohui realized what was happening.
Clapping Old Sun on the shoulder, he said, “See, I didn’t lie to you, did I?”
“You didn’t,” Old Sun confirmed.
In his youth, Old Sun hadn’t taken good care of himself, and his health had suffered for it.
It had been ages since he’d felt this good.
“So, was it a fair trade?” Wang Guohui asked.
Old Sun, with dramatic flair, declared, “This is the most worthwhile transaction of my entire life.”
It was only then that Old Sun truly grasped the truth in Wang Guohui’s earlier words.
Even if the fennel was valued at a hundred million, there would be buyers.
“Old Wang, I’ve been in this city for some time, yet I’ve never heard of Mr. Su. What’s his story? Could you introduce us?” Old Sun inquired, his curiosity piqued. He was eager to learn who Su Ming was.
Wang Guohui quickly shook his head, “Mr. Su’s choice to farm in the city center speaks volumes—he shuns the limelight and prefers not to make too many acquaintances. Please, don’t bother him.”
Old Sun sighed, a twinge of disappointment in his breath.
Wang Guohui wouldn’t be making introductions to Mr. Su.
To him, Mr. Su was an almost divine figure.
Thus, he wouldn’t allow anyone to disrupt Mr. Su’s peaceful existence.