The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 125

C125 – He Was Very Touched!

Wang Guohui felt a deep sense of gratitude toward President Chen.

“This isn’t mine; it belongs to Mr. Su.”

“Which Mr. Su?”

Wang Guohui paused, racking his brain, but no renowned doctor by that name came to mind.

Yet, Wang Guohui was no fool.

As soon as President Chen mentioned it, he got the picture.

The item belonged to Mr. Su.

Without Mr. Su’s intervention, his mother might well have passed away long ago.

“Mr. Su is the rightful owner. Upon hearing the news, he entrusted it to me without a second thought, urging me to hurry here. He never once brought up the issue of payment.”

Reflecting on Su Ming’s words and demeanor, President Chen couldn’t help but hold him in high esteem.

Hearing this, Wang Guohui was moved to tears.

As a businessman engaged in international trade, he’d spent years pursuing profit.

There was no shame in that, of course.

He was accustomed to making deals, with every transaction serving the almighty dollar.

Deep down, he believed that if someone possessed a miracle drug that could save his mother’s life, they would surely demand a king’s ransom without hesitation.

He had braced himself to pay whatever it took, having already moved 20 million into a highly confidential account to ensure his and his mother’s future.

But he had completely misjudged Mr. Su.

Once Mr. Su was informed, he had the item sent over immediately.

“Mr. Wang, Mr. Su emphasized that nothing is more important than your mother’s well-being,” President Chen said, his voice laden with emotion.

At those words, Wang Guohui let out a heavy sigh, tears streaming down his face.

He had been ready to leave his company behind, having nearly finished arranging its transfer.

Upon receiving the news, Mr. Su had President Chen deliver the item without delay.

President Chen had made it just in time; his mother’s condition had become critical upon his arrival.

Had he been delayed by even a few minutes, she might not have survived.

If Su Ming had shown any greed, his mother surely wouldn’t have made it.

“Mr. Su is my lifesaver.”

“Had it not been for his swift and selfless actions, my mother would no longer be with us.”

For the first time in many years, Wang Guohui found himself deeply moved by someone other than his mother.

“President Chen, I must make a proper visit to Mr. Su. He saved my mother’s life. I need to thank him face-to-face!”

President Chen paused briefly, then offered, “Take my car, I’ll drive you.”

“Great!”

As Wang Guohui turned to leave, a thought struck him. He spun back to address the doctors: “You must keep this a secret, tell no one. And please conduct another full-body examination on my mother.”

The doctors in the room were momentarily taken aback.

Upon hearing Wang Guohui’s request, they quickly nodded in agreement.

Then they followed President Chen out of the room.

Seated in the passenger seat, Wang Guohui couldn’t help but smile. After so many exhausting days, he finally succumbed to a deep sleep, comforted by the news of his mother’s rescue.

Before long, they reached their destination. Wang Guohui opened his eyes, slightly confused.

Isn’t this the city center, surrounded by office buildings and shopping malls?

Could Mr. Su be the owner of one of these stores?

“Mr. Wang, take a look at the plot of land to your right.”

Sensing Wang Guohui’s bewilderment, President Chen explained with a smile, “This land spans nearly three acres, and Mr. Su resides here. He has a villa on one acre and grows wheat and other crops on the remaining two.”

“What?”

Wang Guohui was momentarily speechless.

When the realization hit him, he was astounded. This was prime city center land, and he was acutely aware of its worth—tens of billions.

If this land were developed effectively, its auction value could skyrocket.

Yet its owner chose to cultivate crops here?

It dawned on him why Su Ming had refused his money. Su Ming was genuinely wealthy!

A man as affluent as Su Ming sought only the quality of life and was indifferent to the allure of money.

President Chen continued to lead the way, sharing insights: “Mr. Su is actually quite young. I never imagined I’d learn so much from him. He imparts new knowledge to me every day. He’s truly an impressive individual…”

President Chen continued speaking as he stepped inside. With a look of curiosity, Wang Guohui followed suit. To their side, a two-acre plot was sown with wheat.

Mr. Su owned this land, yet he chose to cultivate only wheat on it.

Soon enough, Wang Guohui laid eyes on the young man in slippers, his clothing smeared with dirt.

The young man sat with his eyes closed, soaking up the sun. A radio by his rocking chair filled the air with the strains of Peking Opera.

He seemed the very image of a retiree.

“Here we have Mr. Su,” President Chen murmured at the entrance.

Wang Guohui paused, taken aback, then strode forward decisively. He knelt before Su Ming and fervently bowed his head three times.

Startled by the commotion, Su Ming, who was nearly dozing off, jolted awake.