The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

Chapter 155

C155 – I Understand

He was well aware that President Chen had been a constant presence by Su Ming’s side, likely reaping considerable benefits.

Now, with President Chen as a rival, the addition of another competitor would only make things more challenging for him.

However, if it were just him and President Chen, there would be no issue.

It was, after all, just the two of them.

Mr. Su wasn’t one to be tightfisted; he would treat them both with fairness.

But with more people in the mix, the dynamics could shift.

As Wang Guohui drove, he mopped the sweat from his brow.

He had never imagined that at his age, these concerns would still weigh on him.

“Old Wang, is it so much to ask to meet him just once? Do you have a photo of him?”

“Old Sun, you’d better drop it!”

Wang Guohui brought the car to a stop at the red light, turning to face his friend with a seriousness he had never shown before: “Listen, Old Sun, we may be friends, but I’ve told you clearly—Mr. Su doesn’t want any disturbances. If you dare to bother him, I’m willing to take a financial hit just to cut our ties immediately!”

Wang Guohui meant every word.

The two had been friends for ages, having met in their youth, and such a stern warning from Wang Guohui was unprecedented.

Old Sun was no fool; he got the message loud and clear, silently nodding in understanding.

Truth be told, he wasn’t interested in ingratiating himself with Su Ming; he was simply curious to see what this reclusive sage looked like.

Despite Wang Guohui’s harsh tone, Old Sun’s spirits remained undampened.

He hummed a tune, bobbing his head in contentment.

He was eager to head back and experience the newfound changes in his body.

Knowing what needed to be done, Wang Guohui decided to drive back to the same clubhouse they had visited the day before.

“You old rascal, it’s because of you that those girls are working late!”

Old Sun just grinned, offering no reply. He hopped out of the car and vanished into the clubhouse like a puff of smoke.

Unbeknownst to Su Ming, these events were unfolding.

He had given the fish pond a quick clean, drained it, and then refilled it with fresh water.

After checking the water for impurities and pH levels, he was satisfied.

The water quality was quite good—perfect for the fish he was raising.

Su Ming released the fish into their new home, infusing the water with oxygen and adding touches of gravel, artificial rock formations, and a sprinkling of sand.

This was a task Su Ming took on personally, as he grew up with a vast lake right at his doorstep. As a child, he spent countless hours playing by its shores, developing an innate connection to the water.

Afterwards, Su Ming retreated to his villa for a refreshing shower before settling down at the entrance. Early autumn had brought with it a crisp coolness. Sheltered by the trees, he gently swayed in his rocking chair, the soothing sounds of comedic crosstalk in his ears and the tranquil sight of goldfish at the villa’s threshold.

Yet, Su Ming’s thoughts were far from still. The fence enclosing his three-acre plot was nearing completion. What should he cultivate there? Perhaps more fruit trees? That was certainly an option.

But Su Ming’s mind wandered further afield. The discovery of the System’s absorption feature had sparked a flurry of ideas. Imagine purchasing all the high-rises surrounding the city center, leveling them, and then, with other walls dismantled, encircling the area with one massive barrier. Inside, he could cultivate the land at his leisure.

To Su Ming, wealth was merely an external asset, but the happiness derived from tilling the soil was irreplaceable. Yet, realizing such a vision would require significant expenditure. The land in question was prime city center real estate, valued at tens of billions.

Most crucially, Su Ming couldn’t voice these plans just yet. Proclaiming intentions to demolish the city’s heart and revert it to farmland would surely earn him the label of a madman. After all, securing a residence in or near the city center was a mark of prestige.

But Su Ming had gone beyond mere acquisition; he envisioned reducing buildings to fields. A twinge of concern lingered—could this patchwork of properties truly be unified into a single, fertile expanse? If, after all his efforts, he ended up with nothing more than ordinary farmland, it would all be for naught.

With a heavy sigh, Su Ming’s contemplation was interrupted by the sound of footsteps at the door. In that moment, he realized he had perhaps developed a new skill.

The footsteps were firm and strong, signaling the approach of President Chen.

Looking up, Su Ming confirmed it was indeed President Chen.

But the man before him now was a stark contrast to his former self.

After taking the medicine, President Chen had been robust, yet his complexion remained pallid.

Now, he strode confidently, his posture erect, his cheeks flushed with health.

His looks hadn’t changed much, but the transformation was undeniable.

Su Ming couldn’t help but be amused.

Noticing the dark circles under President Chen’s eyes, Su Ming deduced he likely hadn’t slept a wink the previous night.

“Mr. Su, you’re truly remarkable. I’ve never experienced such potent fennel!” President Chen exclaimed, rubbing his hands together with enthusiasm.

“It’s been ages since I’ve felt like this,” he said, his excitement palpable.

Feeling slightly awkward, Su Ming quickly steered the conversation in a different direction.