Peerless Little Divine Doctor: The Beautiful CEO Falls for Me

Chen Yuanbao smiled broadly.

Just then, the sound of people talking came from the other end of the village alley.

"That's the one, Chen Yuanbao's family!"

"Master, he's right here in this courtyard!"

Chen Yuanbao frowned and turned his head away.

Several villagers were seen leading two strangers towards them from the village entrance.

Two strangers, a man and a woman.

The man, around forty years old, wore gold-rimmed glasses and a very formal Zhongshan suit, and was carrying a black briefcase.

The woman was in her thirties, dressed in a black business suit and sunglasses, with a pistol faintly visible at her waist.

As the two approached, the man smiled and said:

"Boss Chen, I've heard so much about you. I'm Jiang Wenyuan, the head of the provincial branch of Huayuan Group."

Chen Yuanbao frowned:

"Huayuan Group?"

Jiang Wenyuan chuckled and pulled a gold-embossed business card from his pocket, handing it to Chen Yuanbao.

"Mr. Chen is unaware of the situation of our Huayuan Company. Our group headquarters is located in Hong Kong, and our main business is the 'commercial development of traditional culture'."

Chen Yuanbao took the business card and looked at it.

The business card has the three large characters "Jiang Wenyuan" written on the front, and a line of smaller print on the back:

...Huayuan Group's Traditional Health Preservation Division

Chen Yuanbao's eyes immediately narrowed.

Traditional methods of health preservation.

This is what he did with the "cloud-based health preservation" that he mentioned to Su Qingyan.

Seeing Chen Yuanbao like this, Jiang Wenyuan laughed even more heartily:

"Mr. Chen, our Huayuan Group has been keeping an eye on you for a while now. In the two weeks since Yunshang Health Center opened, its business has been booming, and the entire health industry in the provincial capital is getting restless. I made a special trip here today because I want to have a good talk with you."

After a brief pause, he said meaningfully:

Let's talk about "collaboration".

Before Chen Yuanbao could speak, Xuan Yi's expression changed. He strode to Chen Yuanbao's side and stared coldly at Jiang Wenyuan:

"Huayuan Group?"

Jiang Wenyuan's gaze fell on Xuan Yi, and he paused for a moment.

He looked at the sword on Xuan Yi's back, and after a moment... his expression changed slightly.

When Xuan Yi saw Jiang Wenyuan, his eyes were also very wary.

Chen Yuanbao's heart skipped a beat when he saw the two of them like that.

Things were much more complicated than he had imagined.

Before the rain had even stopped, three groups of people appeared at the entrance of the courtyard.

He himself.

One side is the profound mystery of the Pure Microcosm.

One side is the Huayuan Group, whose origins are unclear.

There's a valuable item hidden in their yard, its origins unknown.

Widow Liu stood in the alley at the entrance of the village, holding the freshly washed clothes, watching the situation at his home from afar, her brows furrowing more and more tightly.

The air after the rain still carried a damp, earthy scent, mixed with rainwater dripping from the old locust tree outside the courtyard wall, making the morning in Sanshui Village feel quite chilly.

The situation in front of Chen Yuanbao's house was at two extremes: one of activity and the other of stillness.

There were only three people in the courtyard; it was very quiet.

Xuan Yi's white robe was dazzling in the post-rain sunlight. He stood to Chen Yuanbao's left, looking at Jiang Wenyuan with a cold gaze.

A faint white mist emanated from the wooden sword sheath he carried on his back, a sign that he was circulating his internal energy.

Jiang Wenyuan was very composed, and the scholarly air behind his gold-rimmed glasses remained.

However, as soon as Chen Yuanbao opened his spiritual eyes, he saw that this person had a very faint black aura on his body. The black aura was wrapped around his chest, like a hibernating snake, motionless, but it exuded a cold aura.

The woman wearing sunglasses stood about half a step behind Jiang Wenyuan, with one hand hanging naturally at her waist, less than three inches from the pistol.

There's some noise coming from the other side of the alley.

Small groups of villagers had already gathered together, some holding children, others carrying vegetable baskets. They dared not get too close, only pointing and whispering from about ten meters away.

"Oh my goodness, what's going on here..."

"Are the people in white robes Taoist priests? Just like in the movies."

"The other man in the suit looks like a high-ranking leader. Is he with General Manager Su, who came a few days ago?"

"No, no, Mr. Su's demeanor is soft, this one is hard. Look at the woman behind him, what's that bulge in her waist?"

An old woman lowered her voice: "...A pistol! My grandson was in the army, I recognize it!"

"Oh my god!!!"

The quieter the discussion, the farther it travels. Chen Yuanbao listened intently to every word, but his face remained adorably amiable with a simple smile.

I was secretly overjoyed.

The Taoist priests came to steal underground treasures, and the big bosses came to steal business on the ground. When the two met, Chen Yuanbao was the one who suffered the most, but Chen Yuanbao felt that this was a great opportunity.

Why?

I've long understood that it's easy for one person to choke while eating, and when two people are fighting over a bowl of rice, the person standing to the side holding the bowl will actually feel more comfortable.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen." Chen Yuanbao scratched his head, a classic silly grin spreading across his face. "It's chilly at the gate, shall we go inside and talk? My mud-brick house may be dilapidated, but at least it can keep out the wind."

Xuan Yi glanced at him and ignored him.

Jiang Wenyuan smiled and said, "Boss Chen, you're too kind."

The three of them walked into the room together, one in front and one behind. After entering the room, Xuan Yi paused, his gaze sweeping over the table with a missing leg and the oily cactus in the corner, before his brows furrowed slightly.

Chen Yuanbao saw this and was pleased.

This Taoist priest had a keen eye; he could tell there was something wrong with the cactus as soon as he entered.

Widow Liu had put the wet clothes in the kitchen sometime earlier. Chen Yuanbao saw her walk to the stove through the window, and felt a little more at ease.

After entering the house and sitting down, Chen Yuanbao didn't say much, but first poured a cup of coarse tea for each of the two guests.

Xuan Yi didn't touch it at all.

Jiang Wenyuan picked up his teacup, took a sip, and then nodded with a smile, saying, "Boss Chen, is this tea wild tea picked from the mountain behind the village? It has a wonderful aroma."

"Boss Jiang is very knowledgeable," Chen Yuanbao said with a smile that narrowed his eyes. "Our village is poor and can't afford good tea. This was picked by my sister-in-law from the mountain."

Jiang Wenyuan put down his teacup, his eyes behind his glasses flashing slightly: "Boss Chen, I'll be frank."

"Please speak, Mr. Jiang."

"In just sixteen days since its opening, Yunshang Health Center has served forty-seven customers," Jiang Wenyuan said, enunciating each word clearly. "Thirty-one of them were members of the provincial capital's wives' group. The other sixteen were businessmen introduced by the Su Group. The total revenue is approximately three million."

Chen Yuanbao's heart sank.

This figure is roughly the same as the dividends recorded in his account.

Huayuan Group is quite extraordinary.