The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Tang Ping was held down by security guards and knelt in front of Yang Shuisheng with his head down, not daring to speak.

"Brother Yang, I've already taught this kid a lesson."

Tang Yong pointed at his younger brother kneeling on the ground and said to Yang Shuisheng, "If you're still not satisfied, just say how you want to deal with him, and I'll have no objections."

Yang Shuisheng looked at Tang Ping, who was kneeling on the ground and trembling, and then at Tang Yong, who looked resolute and seemed to be willing to put righteousness before family. He understood that Tang Yong had already given him a lot of face by doing this.

Moreover, Wang Kun was right next to him, so he couldn't go too far.

"Alright, alright, get up."

He was silent for a moment, then finally waved his hand, his tone tinged with weariness and leniency: "This will not happen again."

"Tell your brother to watch his mouth from now on; words can cause trouble."

"Hurry up and thank Brother Yang!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Yong felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He immediately thanked Yang Shuisheng profusely, then turned to Tang Ping, who was still kneeling on the ground, and kicked him in a bad mood.

"Thank you, Brother Yang! Thank you, Brother Yang!"

Tang Ping quickly kowtowed twice more to Yang Shuisheng.

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng had finally relented, Wang Kun quickly waved his hand and said to Tang Yong, "Alright, alright, hurry up and take him out of here. Don't let him spoil our meal."

Tang Yong felt like he'd been granted a pardon. He hurriedly bowed and scraped, apologizing to Yang Shuisheng a few more times. Then, he kicked Tang Ping, who was still kneeling on the ground, in the backside and cursed angrily, "Get out of here! You disgraceful wretch!"

He pushed and shoved Tang Ping out of the private room, then retreated himself, closing the door behind him.

The private room finally quieted down, leaving only Yang Shuisheng, Yu Qianwei, Wang Kun, Director Li, and the curly-haired woman.

The atmosphere became lively again.

As the host, Wang Kun frequently raised his glass, urging everyone to eat and drink.

Director Li completely abandoned his airs, carefully smiling and constantly serving food and drinks to Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei. The curly-haired woman also changed from her arrogance in the afternoon to being extremely docile, occasionally interjecting with pleasant words.

After a few rounds of drinks and several dishes, the conversation gradually warmed up.

Yang Shuisheng learned from casual conversation that Director Li's full name was Li Jianguo, the purchasing director of the county's Hongqi Shopping Mall. Every month, he would purchase a large amount of agricultural products from Daliang Town and several surrounding towns, such as seasonal vegetables, poultry and eggs, and local specialties, to supply to several supermarkets and markets in the county.

He has been in this position for seven or eight years and has extensive connections and networks.

"Brother Yang, if you ever have anything good to sell, like vegetables from the fields, mushrooms from the mountains, or chickens and ducks you raise, just come to me." Li Jianguo patted his chest, his tone somewhat ingratiating and generous. "I guarantee you a good price, and it'll be completely hassle-free."

"You just need to prepare the goods, and I'll arrange a truck to pick them up directly. Payment will be settled immediately, with no delays!"

Yang Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat. He was worried about how to sell the bok choy from his two acres of land after the harvest.

Although you could bring them to town to sell yourself, it would be time-consuming and laborious, and the price might not be ideal.

If we could sell it directly to Li Jianguo, it would save us a lot of trouble.

He put down his wine glass and casually asked, "Oh? Director Li, are you buying the bok choy from the field?"

"Yes, of course!" Li Jianguo nodded immediately. "However, the quality can't be too bad."

"Our mall does random checks when receiving goods. If the goods are not in good condition, have wormholes, or are too old, the supermarket will not accept them, and there is nothing I can do about it."

Yang Shuisheng smiled confidently: "Don't worry about that. I don't use pesticides on my bok choy. It's lush and green, and the quality is absolutely top-notch. I just don't know... about the price?"

"Our usual purchase price for bok choy is 15 cents per pound."

Li Jianguo pondered for a moment and said, "However, since you are Brother Kun's friend and Brother Yang planted them yourself, we certainly can't charge you the regular price."

"How about this, I'll give you two cents a pound?"

"Hey! Old Li, that's not very nice of you."

Hearing this, Wang Kun put down his chopsticks and shook his head: "How can the vegetables my brother worked so hard to grow compare to those ordinary ones that are contracted out to others? They should be worth at least a bit more!"

Li Jianguo looked troubled and rubbed his hands together: "Brother Kun, it's not that I'm not giving you face, it's just that the mall's purchase price is regulated. If it's too high, it'll be difficult for me to do the accounting when I get back..."

He turned to Yang Shuisheng and asked, "Brother Yang, how many kilograms does your bok choy weigh approximately?"

Yang Shuisheng estimated: "My two mu of land are growing well. I conservatively estimate that each mu should yield about three to four thousand jin. It will be ready to harvest in a few days at most."

Upon hearing this, Li Jianguo quickly calculated in his mind, then gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind: "Okay! Brother Yang, I'll give you 25 cents a pound. This is already the highest price, even higher than the market wholesale price."

"I really can't give you any more. Is that alright?"

"If there are no problems, you can set a time, and I'll arrange for a car to pick it up from your field. Just give me the address."

Two and a half cents a pound, and three to four thousand pounds a mu, that's nearly two thousand yuan!

This is already a considerable income for Yang Shuisheng at present.

"Alright! Thank you very much, Director Li."

He glanced gratefully at Wang Kun, knowing that Wang Kun was helping him raise the price.

He nodded and picked up his glass: "Let's go for 25 cents a pound."

In front of Wang Kun, he told him his address: "I live in Taohua'ao. You can arrange for a car to come and pick me up in three days."

"Okay! It's a deal." Li Jianguo also picked up his wine glass, clinked it with Yang Shuisheng's, and the two drank it all in one gulp.

The previous unpleasantness completely vanished with the completion of this deal.

Wang Kun watched from the side with a satisfied smile on his face, and said, "Brother Shuisheng, if you don't have enough manpower when it's time to harvest the vegetables, just let me know and I'll arrange for a few people to come and help you."

"Brother Kun, there's no need to trouble yourself."

Yang Shuisheng quickly waved his hand and laughed, "I'll just find a few people in the village to help out, and let them earn some pocket money too."

He had his own considerations. Although it would cost money to hire villagers to do the work, the money would be spent in his own village, keeping the benefits within the village's borders, and he wouldn't have to owe Wang Kun any extra favors.

Seeing that he had his own ideas, Wang Kun didn't press him and nodded with a smile.

The meal lasted for nearly two hours, and both host and guests enjoyed themselves immensely.

By the time it was over, it was completely dark outside.

Wang Kun wanted Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei to stay at his hotel in town for one night, but Yang Shuisheng insisted on returning to the village.

Seeing that he insisted, Wang Kun did not try to persuade him to stay. He simply had his driver take Yang Shuisheng and Yu Qianwei back to Taohua'ao in his Santana sedan.

The black Santana drove smoothly along the bumpy country road in the night.

The interior is spacious and quiet, with soft seats and a faint leather smell.

Yu Qianwei sat in the back seat, enjoying the smoothness and comfort of the car, and watching the night scenery rushing past the window. She felt a sense of novelty and emotion.

She stole a glance at Yang Shuisheng sitting next to her. In the dim light inside the car, his profile was clearly defined, exuding a calmness and composure that seemed out of place in this remote mountain village.

She suddenly felt that today's experiences were more exciting than the past ten years combined.