The Fierce and Powerful Immortal Physician

Zhou Hao gave a helpless wry smile. Although this woman was difficult to deal with, she wasn't unpleasant. But wasn't she a bit too open? How could she just kiss him like that, even though they weren't boyfriend and girlfriend?

Won't her man be jealous in the future?

The two walked downstairs side by side, their intimate demeanor prompting the club staff to feel as if they had discovered a new continent, though they only dared to indulge in fantasies in their minds.

Oh my god, is the boss in love?

I've never seen her so close to any man before.

Who is that handsome young man?

Zhou Hao climbed into the driver's seat and fastened Lu Wanqiu's seatbelt. A warm breath brushed against her ear, and a tingling sensation spread through her body like an electric current.

My little man is so considerate.

The Lamborghini slowly drove away from the clubhouse, crossed the main street, and headed towards the suburbs.

After half an hour.

The Lamborghini entered the suburbs and drove through the crisscrossing fields.

The sky is clear and the air is crisp. In July, the southern country is lush and green everywhere, with shady trees.

"It's so beautiful! It's been a long time since I've been out to relax. Thank you!"

Lu Wanqiu rolled down the car window, took a deep breath of the fresh air, and was already intoxicated by it.

"Whenever you have free time, take a stroll outside the city; it will be very beneficial to your physical and mental health."

Zhou Hao skillfully steered the wheel.

"Okay, you'll stay with me~"

Lu Wanqiu glanced at him, who seemed completely unperturbed, and smiled faintly, "I've never been this happy before."

"I'm going to open a clinic in the future, so I'm afraid I won't have that much time."

"Oh, running a clinic is tiring, but you can always find the time. For example, today was a last-minute decision. You can also ask for help; you just need to be there and oversee things."

"Okay~"

As they spoke, the Lamborghini entered a vast medicinal herb planting base that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The plots were divided into large and small sections according to their types of medicinal herbs. Zhou Hao was very familiar with these herbs, as if they were something he was born with.

It contains: Citrus aurantium, Ligusticum chuanxiong, Fritillaria cirrhosa, Aconitum carmichaelii...

at this time,

A sudden commotion came from ahead.

Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw a large crowd gathered about 300 meters ahead, the noise so loud that I couldn't hear anything clearly.

"Let's go for a walk."

Zhou Hao turned off the engine, closed the car door, and walked with Lu Wanqiu toward the place where the crowd had gathered.

"Manager Wu, this price is too low. I can't even cover my costs. The contract clearly states that fresh Sichuan lovage is 2.5 yuan per jin and fresh bitter orange peel is 0.8 yuan per jin."

An elderly farmer-looking man pleaded with a mournful face:

"Could you add a little more? Two yuan for chuanxiong and six mao for zhike. I only want the cost price, I won't make a single penny."

"Old man, open your eyes and look carefully. The contract also states that the price will be based on market conditions; Party A has the right to adjust the unit price according to market rates."

This year, supply exceeds demand, so the price can only be set at 1.5 yuan per jin for Sichuan lovage and 0.5 yuan per jin for dried orange peel; not a penny more can be added.

The young man surnamed Wu, whom the old farmer was referring to, had a briefcase tucked under his arm and spoke with a rather arrogant air:

"The current price is to take care of you old farmers. Don't be ungrateful."

As soon as he finished speaking,

A collective sigh of sorrow filled the room.

"It's too low, we'll be left with nothing but the northwest wind!"

"Baicaoyuan Company signed a contract but doesn't honor it. They're such a rip-off. Sigh."

"Manager Wu is the boss's favorite, so he sets the prices. We can't fight against him, so we'll just have to accept our fate."

"..."

"We've lost everything! Manager Wu, please add a little more! We really can't survive anymore!" The old farmer knelt down with a thud, tears streaming down his face.

"Old man, you're pushing your luck, trying to bewitch people. In a few days, it'll be raining non-stop, so let these medicinal herbs rot in the ground. You won't get a single penny. What's the point?"

Manager Wu remained unmoved.

"Uncle Liu, what happened?"

Zhou Hao, pushing through the crowd to enter the circle, immediately recognized the kneeling old farmer as Liu Dahai, the father of his high school best friend Liu Xiaopang.

He quickly helped Liu Dahai up and asked him, puzzled.

"Little Hao? What brings you here? Here's the situation~"

Liu Dahai was startled, thinking he was seeing things. He quickly rubbed his calloused hands and looked again.

That's right, it's Zhou Hao.

Little Fatty's friends used to come to our house every summer for the past few years, but they haven't been around for the last two.

So he explained the whole story to Zhou Hao.

Baicaoyuan Chinese Herbal Medicine Company signed purchase contracts with dozens of herbal medicine growers, agreeing on prices, but now they are reneging on the agreements and trying to force a price reduction.

After he finished speaking, he handed the purchase contract to Zhou Hao.

"You can sell directly to other companies; it's not like Baicaoyuan is the only Chinese herbal medicine company."

Zhou Hao glanced at the contract and immediately realized the trap inside.

"If we go to another company, they'll bring up the contract and sue us for breach of contract. Besides, who dares to compete with Baicaoyuan? They're the largest medicinal herb merchant in Southwest China."

"They have very powerful backing; I heard it's controlled by the Li family, one of the four major families." Liu Dahai shook his head repeatedly and sighed.

"No one in Yunyang City dares to offend the Li family."

"Manager Wu, right? This contract clearly stipulates the unit price; why are you not fulfilling it?"

Zhou Hao's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to question Manager Wu, who had a mocking expression on his face.

"Who the hell are you? Mind your own business and get lost, or you'll get yourself into trouble. Don't blame me for not warning you!"

Manager Wu sized Zhou Hao up and down, and once he was sure Zhou Hao wasn't some important figure, his attitude became even more arrogant.

"Your breath stinks!"

Zhou Hao raised his hand and slapped Manager Wu across the face. With a "smack," Manager Wu was sent spinning around and almost fell to the ground, seeing stars.

"You've got some nerve, daring to hit Manager Wu! Do you even know whose property this is? You'd be terrified if I told you!"

At this moment, a young man who looked like Manager Wu's bodyguard jumped up, pointed at Zhou Hao's nose, and cursed:

"A dog catching a mouse is meddling in other people's business; it'll die without even knowing how it died."

"Slap slap~"

Without wasting words, Zhou Hao slapped him twice across the face, leaving him dazed and his face swelling up at a visible speed.

Standing still is just plain silly.

Holy crap, they're just going to start fighting without warning?

"Kid, you're in big trouble!"

Manager Wu, a man of many experiences, quickly regained his composure, covered his burning face, and said coldly:

"Baicaoyuan is the Li family's property. This whole area is under Lord Long's protection. You know Lord Long, right? If he avoids you, even the King of Hell has to go around him."

"Oh? I'm so scared~ Let your Dragon Lord come~"

Zhou Hao said calmly.

"Hey kid, you've got guts. Just you wait—don't come kneeling and begging for mercy later."

Manager Wu grinned maliciously, took out his phone, and started calling for backup.

"Xiao Hao, we can't beat him. You should leave quickly. Black Dragon has thousands of thugs; no one dares to mess with him."

Liu Dahai, worried that Zhou Hao would face retaliation, quickly said:

"Let's get out of here and hide. Those guys are capable of anything. We'd better just accept our fate."

"Yes, let's run! It'll be too late if we don't leave now."

Other farmers echoed the sentiment.