The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 152

C152 – Kneeling Down?

Old Sun was crying and sniffling. “Old Wang, we’ve been friends for years, always supporting and looking out for each other. I’ve always treated you well. How could you keep such good news from me?”

Wang Guohui was taken aback. My goodness. Old Sun, when did you master my ultimate move of kneeling down in desperation?

“This could have negative repercussions! The club entrance is always bustling with people. What happens if they see us?”

It was common knowledge that the club was involved in shady dealings, yet no one could openly discuss it. The mornings were particularly busy, and it wouldn’t do for people to witness such a scene.

“I’m certain it’s true! Listen, if you don’t explain what’s happening, I’m prepared to kneel right alongside you to prove it!”

Wang Guohui was exasperated.

How did he end up with such a persistent character?

“Old Sun, stand up first, then I’ll fill you in,” Wang Guohui offered.

“Don’t deceive me.”

Reluctantly, Old Sun rose to his feet, still skeptical.

“Fine, I’ll give it to you straight. I did receive something from someone. But I beg your forgiveness. The person has a mysterious background and the backing of a formidable power. I wouldn’t dare cross him. If he doesn’t give the word, I wouldn’t even dare speak to him.”

Guohui felt a sense of helplessness. Seeing his old friend kneel before him was deeply unsettling.

But he couldn’t just offend Mr. Su Ming over this, could he? Only a fool would dare cross Mr. Su Ming.

Old Sun was taken aback. So that was the issue?

Such talk was pointless.

“Old Wang, you’re not treating me like a friend. We’ve been partners for over two decades. I’ve always charged you less for transporting your goods, never once demanding a higher fee.”

“Yes,” Wang Guohui acknowledged.

“So, you shouldn’t keep secrets. Are you trying to make money without considering me a friend? I’m not asking for much, just a small share, okay?”

Wang Guohui was troubled.

Old Sun had indeed been a long-time collaborator. He managed the transportation team for the overseas Trade Company.

They had several large ships, and many of Wang Guohui’s shipments were handled by Old Sun.

And Old Sun was someone who paid great attention to detail.

Old Sun’s shipping fee was just about 10% above the going rate. It might not seem like much, but that 10% adds up when you’re dealing with shipments valued in the tens or even hundreds of millions.

They were friends, after all. Minor slip-ups happened now and then, but they weren’t significant enough to fuss over.

Without this partnership, Wang Guohui’s business would face serious obstacles, and finding a replacement partner would be a daunting task.

Yet, Mr. Su had gifted him something truly valuable. If Wang Guohui spread the word, Mr. Su might think he was bragging.

Being too conspicuous could prompt Mr. Su to cut ties, which would be a devastating blow to Wang Guohui.

Seeing Wang Guohui’s dilemma, Old Sun’s resolve faltered, and he found himself kneeling once more, powerless.

This was a matter of his pride as a man.

Old Sun was wealthy, with a net worth surpassing President Chen’s, though not quite reaching Wang Guohui’s level.

His health had been in decline since he turned 45. Medical checks revealed no illness, but his virility was severely diminished.

A barbaric king in a game could unleash his power move for six seconds; Old Sun’s stamina fell short of even three.

He tried everything: herbal remedies, Western medicine, acupuncture, and countless local concoctions.

Despite his wealth, it was all for naught.

Money couldn’t cure everything, and he knew it.

Wang Guohui had been through it himself, understanding that such prescriptions were futile, which is why he seldom sought them. Holding off for a few months before seeking help would have been preferable.

Now, with a potential solution within reach, Old Sun couldn’t afford to let the opportunity slip by.

Feeling cornered, Wang Guohui quickly lifted Old Sun to his feet, saying, “I’ve recently come across a master named Su. He’s the one who provided this. I can’t promise he’ll be willing to assist you, but I can at least put you in touch with him.”

Seeing Old Sun in such a state, Wang Guohui felt a pang of sympathy.

“Mr. Su?” Old Sun, who was well-acquainted with Wang Guohui and his circle of friends, inquired, “When did you meet such a friend? What’s his occupation? Is he a practitioner of Chinese medicine?”

“Quit speculating—he’s a young fellow, yet a remarkably formidable sage from beyond this world.”

“Look, I’m not concerned with Mr. Su’s background, but I truly desire this item. Please, help me out. Money is no object.”

Old Sun’s grin was irrepressible as he sensed a shift in their fortunes.

“Fine, hop in my car, and I’ll take you there shortly.”

“However, we need to set some ground rules first. Stay in the car until I’ve had a chance to check things out. If Mr. Su gives the green light, then you can come in. But if he doesn’t, we leave right away—no fuss, understood?”

Old Sun nodded eagerly, “Rest assured, I’ve got this.”

“Now listen, Old Sun, don’t even think about offending him with money. Mr. Su might very well be wealthier than I am.”

Wang Guohui, as an old friend, was well aware of the gears turning in Old Sun’s head.

Never mind that Su Ming owned six acres in the heart of the city.

The Body-stretching Pill and fennel that Su Ming had bestowed upon him were in themselves invaluable.

Yet Su Ming was indifferent to such wealth; his sole passion was tending to his land.

Upon arrival, Old Sun’s eyes were opened to the truth of Wang Guohui’s words.

“Good heavens, you can’t be serious that all this prime city center land belongs to him. These six acres are easily worth tens of billions!”

Although Old Sun himself was no stranger to wealth, the revelation still left him astounded.

“You old coot, always sizing up noble intentions with your narrow-mindedness. Did you honestly believe Mr. Su was planning to develop this site? You couldn’t be more wrong. Mr. Su has no intention of building here—he’s cultivating the land right in the city center.”

“What?”

Old Sun was utterly flabbergasted, his admiration for Su Ming growing by the moment.

He had heard tales of reclusive sages who shunned worldly riches.

But he never imagined he would encounter such a person in real life.

“Remember what I’ve told you. If you don’t, I won’t be able to bail you out.”