My Wandering Swordsman

At 2 p.m. sharp, I appeared in the stairwell of the inpatient department.

Because of the hot weather, the wooden door to the stairwell was kept tightly closed to prevent warm air convection. Now it was stuffy and noisy inside.

I only stood there for a short while, and I was already soaked in sweat.

But I couldn't care less about that right now. My eyes were glued to the ward to my side through the tiny glass window in the door.

Inside the ward, Sun Xiaohu and his two companions were tending to the eldest prince during his afternoon nap, some swatting away mosquitoes, others fanning him...

I was so angry I could have punched a nerve.

It's been half a month, and this is the first time I've seen this beast.

Seeing how leisurely he was in the hospital, I really wanted to go over and give him a good kick in the groin.

Using Lao Tzu's people to bully and oppress? You have quite the nerve.

Well, I didn't hit him hard enough back then; he'd already taken off most of the bandages.

He should be discharged from the hospital soon.

My time is running out.

Just as I was lost in thought, I heard the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground from the other end of the corridor.

I turned my head and saw a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a brown paper file folder, walking straight in this direction.

Judging from his well-dressed, seemingly refined scoundrel appearance, he must be someone from their company.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses paused at the door of the First Prince's hospital room and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Vice President Lü, good afternoon. There are still a few documents to sign."

The eldest prince was startled awake and opened his mouth to curse, but after glancing at the person standing at the door, he swallowed the profanity:

"No, Manager Zhang, why are you here again? Didn't I tell you to wait two days? My dad will be back in two days. Why do you keep bothering a sick person like me?"

Manager Zhang pushed up his glasses: "The situation is urgent. General Manager Lü is still on his way. The company really needs your signature."

The eldest prince grew impatient.

"Fine, fine, give it to me, sign it and get out of here. I don't want to see you again for the next few days."

Upon seeing this, the three servants attending to the young master each stood up.

Sun Xiaohu winked at me, then continued working, tidying up the leftover packaging boxes and bags from lunch.

"Hey, you there, don't you dare steal any food! Throw away all the leftovers!" The eldest prince didn't forget this even while signing the papers.

"Yes."

The eldest prince wrote furiously, without even glancing at the documents, and in no time, he had signed a thick stack of papers.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses didn't want to linger. He bowed, turned around, and walked back without even a greeting.

Seeing that the time was ripe, Sun Xiaohu, carrying leftover food, tripped and ran straight into the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Clatter—"

A bowl of seaweed and egg drop soup, along with leftover abalone and sea cucumber, was neatly tucked into the man's snow-white shirt.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, so sorry."

Sun Xiaohu put on his acting skills, apologizing while wiping the soup on the other person's body with his sleeve, making the soup spread even more evenly.

"Holy crap, what are you? Get lost, stop wiping, stay away from me." The man with the gold-rimmed glasses looked at his tattered shirt and turned green.

"Oh my god, you think you can vent your anger under your eyebrows? You can't even clean up the trash properly. A dog servant is a dog servant, you can't do anything right." The eldest prince cursed even more harshly.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault..."

Manager Zhang glared at Sun Xiaohu, shoved him aside, and shoved himself into the bathroom.

As for the manila envelope in his hand, he casually placed it on the table at the door of the ward.

Sun Xiaohu was a clever man. He casually scribbled a couple of times on the ground with the mop, and then, under the guise of throwing away the trash, he picked up the file folder and came out.

As he passed the stairwell door, he casually slipped it through the crack in the door.

Good job!

I secretly praised him, took the file folder, quickly opened it, and pulled out the documents inside.

The documents were all kinds of things: business trip reports, expense reimbursement approval forms, purchase approval forms... and they all had the same header name.

Kangyu Elderly Care Service Co., Ltd.

This must be Lü Guodong's company, but the name is just...

I raised an eyebrow slightly.

Elderly care services? Such a niche industry?

I thought that investors in Hengdian would at least be involved in film and television, but now it seems that investing in movies is just a way for Lü Guodong to make money from money.

Time was of the essence, and I didn't have time to think much before continuing to flip through the documents.

Following that are some supporting documents, such as financial statements and meeting minutes, presumably for the signatory to refer to when signing.

However, since the signatory is now the eldest prince, preparing all of this is clearly unnecessary.

However, these things are of little value to me.

I have no background in accounting or finance, and I didn't even go to school for more than a few days. I was completely clueless when it came to reading financial statements.

"Ugh!"

I sighed silently, thinking to myself that today's performance was a complete waste of time and effort, yielding no results whatsoever.

Just as I was about to put the document back into the file folder, I rubbed my fingers together, and the last bound approval form popped out.

My finger paused for a moment when I saw the title.

Request from the Warehouse Management Department of Kangyu Elderly Care Service Co., Ltd. regarding a change of storage location for stocked video discs

The request was simple: to move all the hard drives currently stored at the company headquarters to a certain warehouse.

The signature below reads "Company Warehouse Management Department," and next to it is the Crown Prince's brand-new signature.

I frowned.

A video disc, simply put, is a videotape.

Back then, CDs were just starting out, and the internet was underdeveloped. Movies were still shown on old-fashioned videotapes, which were quite large and contained a whole movie.

But that's exactly what I'm wondering about.

Why does Lü Guodong's elderly care service company store videotapes in its warehouse instead of health care equipment?

I rummaged through the file folder a few more times.

Sure enough, there were supporting references to this request.

The management department attached a list of the videotapes to be transferred.

I glanced at it a few times.

Wow! Quite a few more serious ones!

明细上密密麻麻列着一排排片名：《少林寺》80盘、《英雄本色》200盘、《倩女幽魂》200盘、《唐伯虎点秋香》400盘、《赌神》600盘……

It was all classic Hong Kong and mainland films from the 1990s to the early 2000s, along with many old films and foreign films whose names I couldn't recall.

My gaze swept all the way to the last column.

Total: 17223 discs.

My pupils contracted.

Just as I was about to look again, I heard Sun Xiaohu cough a few times outside the stairwell.

"Cough cough~"

I quickly shoved the documents back in one go and slipped them back through the crack in the door.

Sun Xiaohu tucked the file folder into his pocket, and while turning around to pour water, he put it back in its original place.

"call--"

I let out a heavy sigh of relief.

But a question arose in my mind: a senior care service company with more than 17,000 movie tapes in its warehouse?

This is ridiculous!