It's just that they have money.

Fang Chen smiled but didn't reply.

As evening approached, Fang Chen and Zhang Zhenghao prepared to return home.

Zhao Xiaole will stay in Fengtian for a few more days to finish overseeing the trial supply and also to discuss the cooperation on vehicles and extras with Director Liu.

"Then I won't see you off." Zhao Xiaole patted Fang Chen on the shoulder. "I'll come visit you in a while."

"Okay, let me know when you arrive and I'll make arrangements."

Zhao Xiaole grinned and looked at Zhang Zhenghao: "You come too, let's drink together."

Zhang Zhenghao nodded: "No problem."

Fang Chen hailed a taxi, and before getting in, Zhao Xiaole said to him, "With a brain like yours, it's a shame you're not in business."

Fang Chen waved to him.

In the back seat of the taxi, Zhang Zhenghao turned to Fang Chen and asked, "Have you thought things through with all these things you've been involved in lately—agricultural supplies, film crews, and even this international medical cooperation?"

Fang Chen knew that he genuinely cared about him and was afraid that he would squander all the money in one go.

"Regarding the cross-border medical care project, the research report from Xuwen has been completed. The data is detailed, the logic is clear, and the conclusion is that it can be done."

"How much money do you need?"

"Startup capital of 50 million to 100 million yuan."

"Even if your stocks double, you can barely afford this much, right?"

"More or less." Fang Chen leaned back on the sofa. "But I don't want to do it alone."

Zhang Zhenghao paused for a moment, then laughed: "You're not thinking of recruiting me, are you?"

"Is that not okay?" Fang Chen looked at him seriously. "You're a reliable person, and we've known each other for so many years, I trust you."

Zhang Zhenghao stopped smiling and remained silent for a while.

"Let me think about it," he said. "This is no small matter; I need to go back and think about it."

The following morning, Fang Chen and Xu Wen appeared together downstairs at the Wenhu Agricultural Supplies Building.

"Let's go." Fang Chen pushed open the door, and the two walked into the lobby.

The receptionist already recognized Fang Chen, greeted him with a smile, and led them directly to the conference room.

Liu Wenhu was already waiting inside.

He wasn't wearing rubber boots today; instead, he wore a dark jacket, and his hair was neatly combed, making him look much more formal than last time.

"President Fang, please have a seat." Liu Wenhu gestured, his gaze sweeping over Xu Wen before he nodded. "Assistant Xu, you've worked hard these past two days, going back and forth with my legal team several times."

Xu Wen nodded slightly: "Mr. Liu, you're too kind. It's all to clarify the contract and avoid any ambiguity later."

Liu Wenhu smiled, said nothing more, picked up a contract from the table, and pushed it in front of Fang Chen.

"This is the final draft after revisions based on Assistant Xu's feedback yesterday. Please review it again. If there are no problems, we can sign it today."

Fang Chen took the contract and carefully read through it.

He read each page carefully, marking the key clauses in advance. He only needed to confirm whether the revised content was consistent with what Xu Wen had told him yesterday.

The meeting room was quiet for about five minutes, with only the sound of turning pages.

Turning to the last page, Fang Chen picked up a pen and signed his name.

Liu Wenhu had already signed the contract.

The contract is made in duplicate, one copy for each person.

"It's a pleasure working with you."

After the contract was signed, Liu Wenhu spoke more casually than before: "President Fang, I have a question for you that's not on the topic."

"Please speak."

"Did you invest in that project to make money, or did you have other ideas?"

"Making money is one aspect, but more importantly, I feel that agriculture is worth doing."

Liu Wenhu looked at him, his gaze carrying something indescribable.

"I've spent most of my life in agriculture," Liu Wenhu said. "I've seen too many people come in, and too many people leave. Those who come in all say they want to do something, and those who leave all say this industry is too difficult. How long do you think you can last?"

Fang Chen looked at him and said calmly, "I didn't think about supporting it; I was thinking about how to make it happen."

Liu Wenhu stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled.

"Okay, I'll wait and see."

When the plane landed in Jiangcheng, it was already 3 p.m.

The dry winds of the north were left behind, replaced by the dampness unique to rainy days in the south.

Fang Chen stood at the arrival gate waiting for his luggage, while Zhang Zhenghao yawned widely beside him, his eyes were dark-rimmed, and he looked like he had just been beaten up.

"You didn't sleep last night?" Fang Chen glanced at him.

"I went to sleep, but I didn't sleep well." Zhang Zhenghao rubbed his eyes. "I tossed and turned on the hotel bed all night, thinking about what you told me."

When the network was restored, Fang Chen's phone vibrated; it was a WeChat message from Yin Fan.

"Mr. Zhang's medical examination report has been released. There are a few indicators that need attention. You can pick it up when it's convenient for you, or I can send you an electronic copy."

Fang Chen handed his phone to Zhang Zhenghao in the back row: "Dr. Yin said the report is out and asked if you want to come pick it up in person or send an electronic version."

Zhang Zhenghao took the phone, glanced at it, hesitated for two seconds, and said, "Let's go get it and ask her what those indicators mean in person."

The next morning, Fang Chen accompanied Zhang Zhenghao to Ruici Medical Examination Center.

Yin Fan was still the same as always, with a high ponytail, a white coat, and the collar buttoned up meticulously.

She handed the report to Zhang Zhenghao, turned to one of the pages, and pointed to a string of numbers.

"Liver function indicators are high, with both alanine aminotransferase (ALT) and aspartate aminotransferase (AST) levels more than twice the normal range."

Zhang Zhenghao's expression changed: "Is it serious?"

"It's not serious yet, but if this continues, it will cause problems." Yin Fan closed the report, looked at him, and said, "You need to adjust your usual diet and lifestyle."

"How do I adjust it?"

"First, abstain from alcohol, not a drop. Second, eat less oily, spicy, and sugary food, and eat more vegetables and high-quality protein. Third, maintain a regular sleep schedule and don't stay up late." Yin Fan paused, "Come back for a follow-up check-up in a month. If the indicators haven't decreased, further examination will be needed."

Zhang Zhenghao nodded, his expression unusually serious.

Fang Chen stood to the side, waiting for Yin Fan to finish explaining, and then the two walked out of the medical examination center together.

"Did you hear that?" Fang Chen patted his shoulder. "You should take care of your health."

Zhang Zhenghao gave a wry smile: "I can't have barbecue skewers anymore."

"Who said that? It's okay to have skewers, but use less oil, less salt, less spice, and more grilled vegetables."

"That's so boring!"

Over the next few days, Zhang Zhenghao began his health-preserving lifestyle.

Fang Chen ate several light meals with him, including steamed fish, blanched vegetables, and mixed grain rice. Fang Chen himself felt that his mouth was almost bland.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhenghao wasn't the kind of person to be pretentious. He changed his ways immediately, quit smoking and drinking, went to bed before 11 p.m. every night, and went downstairs for a two-kilometer run every morning.

On the fourth day, Xu Wen handed over the complete research report and feasibility analysis to Fang Chen.

It's a thick stack, over sixty pages long. From market background, competitive landscape, and policy environment to target customer groups, service processes, and cost calculations, every aspect is clearly explained.

Fang Chen spent an entire afternoon reading it, and finally wrote a line on the blank space of the last page of the report: "Start, initial investment of ten million, find the person in charge first."

He took a picture of the report and sent it to Xu Wen, along with the message: "The medical project is officially launched. You should first find a suitable project manager through a headhunter, and I'll interview the right candidate."