The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 112

C112 – A Profound Skill!

Above all, the items were just common health supplements, mere vitamins and nutrients without any medicinal properties.

Yet, to President Chen, these weren’t mere supplements; they were nothing short of a miracle cure.

Wang had learned a great deal from President Chen.

Overjoyed, President Chen had long since forgotten his sickness. His complexion had lost its sallow tint, and his body had shed its frailty.

Perhaps it was the wild rush of adrenaline that was to thank!

“You little rascal, didn’t I tell you explicitly? I emphasized that I was perfectly healthy and only leaving due to a business trip. Why on earth did you spill the beans to Mr. Su? You’re just causing him unnecessary worry,” President Chen chided, unable to contain his reproach.

Though his words were tinged with complaint, his face was undeniably beaming with smiles.

Wang had reached his limit.

“President Chen, I’m not sure if I should bring this up,” he said, hesitating.

“Out with it, Wang. Haven’t I always said to be forthright? If you’ve got something on your mind, speak up,” urged President Chen.

“President Chen, it’s just us here—no nurses, no doctors outside, and no cameras in the room. There’s really no need for pretense.”

Truth be told, Wang saw no point in it, especially with Mr. Su absent.

“Wang, you must understand the importance of integrity. Never badmouth others behind their backs,” President Chen advised.

“My respect for Mr. Su is genuine. My reactions earlier came straight from the heart,” Wang replied, taken aback by the sincerity in his own words.

President Chen truly was someone who had worked his way up from the very bottom to his current stature, and his conduct was nothing short of remarkable.

After a moment of reflection, President Chen coughed and settled back onto his bed. “Wang, how’s Mr. Su been? Did you find out where he’s gone? What’s that you’re holding? Ink? Are you planning to practice calligraphy at home? That’s a commendable pursuit—it soothes the soul. Is that something Mr. Su suggested?”

Wang felt a twinge of embarrassment.

President Chen, you’ve got it wrong. This isn’t ink.

The item I’m holding is the one Mr. Su gave you; everything else is my purchase.

Wang suddenly wondered: What would President Chen do if he spoke the truth?

“President Chen, this is from Mr. Su for you,” Wang said, hesitating before speaking softly.

“What?”

Upon hearing this, President Chen eagerly extended his hand, “Quick, go out and get me a pen and paper. I’m suddenly seized with the urge to practice calligraphy. Mr. Su’s thoughtfulness is truly exceptional.”

Wang’s face showed embarrassment.

But this wasn’t ink.

“President Chen, there’s been a misunderstanding. This isn’t ink; it’s a drink from Mr. Su.”

President Chen’s eyes widened in surprise and delight: “Is this cola? Mr. Su is really looking out for me.”

“You might not be aware, but cola was originally a medicine with the power to cure colds. Mr. Su is indeed knowledgeable; he’s actually sent me something like this.”

“I’m deeply moved. It’s been ages since I last had cola. Bring me that cup, quickly.”

“Be careful. If you spill the cola, I’ll have your head.”

Yet, what was in the bottle didn’t resemble cola at all. Cola might be black, but upon closer inspection, it had a reddish hue. This bottle clearly contained ink.

Wang was at a loss.

This is why others could be a president, and he could not.

He lacked the necessary smoothness!

He resolved to follow President Chen for life!

Wang glanced cautiously at the gifts piled in the corner; they had everything here.

There were all sorts of premium supplements.

Any gift he picked out was far superior to this half-bottle of ink.

But an item’s value is relative. Without humans on Earth, gold means nothing to animals.

Yet, with humans, it’s a different story.

Gifts from ordinary folks might be worthless, but not those from Su Ming.

President Chen was thrilled.

If Mr. Su sent it, he would drink it, even if it were poison, not just ink!

Of course, that was hyperbole. Mr. Su wouldn’t send poison, would he?

Wang fetched a cup, and President Chen opened the bottle, inhaling a strong medicinal scent.

It was medicine after all!

President Chen was on the verge of tears.

It was Chinese medicine, and he was profoundly moved!