Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 137: Financial Assistance

On the front of the wooden box, there was a small copper clasp. Pressing it forcefully, a slight sound came, and the wooden box opened.

A ginseng, as plump as a baby, lay quietly on the red velvet, with a fresh and bright color, complete with eyebrows and beards, and its roots covered thickly with red clay.

Boss Zhou looked lovingly at the ginseng: "My treasure, I saved you to cure Little Haitao’s eyes, I swear to heaven, whoever cures Little Haitao’s eyes will get you. Now your owner has come."

Boss Zhou handed the wooden box to Xu Xiangbei: "Take it, and thank Divine Doctor Xu again for saving my life."

"Then I will accept it."

Xu Xiangbei held the wooden box with the millennium ginseng, feeling like he was receiving a child full of spirit, only then did he understand the pain Boss Zhou felt in parting with something so beloved.

"Divine Doctor Xu, give me your prescription."

Boss Zhou glanced through the prescription. This time, he didn’t care about any incompatible properties of the herbs, carefully studying it for a few minutes. Having been in the herbal business for decades, with extensive experience and connections, he made a few calls and quickly gathered all the information on the herbs.

He smiled: "Divine Doctor Xu, originally I was going to give you all these herbs, but our herbal shop has a rule to give cigarettes and liquor but not herbs. You’ll have to pay for these herbs, just give me eight hundred dollars. There are a few herbs that we’ll need to procure from the medicinal field as there’s no stock in the entire market, it’ll take three days to prepare them all. In three days, I’ll have my staff deliver them to you. Is that alright with you?"

Zhang Xuesong and Xu Xiangbei exchanged smiles. Known for his stinginess, Zhou Baming had truly gone all out. These herbs were worth at least hundreds of thousands, and the millennium ginseng was priceless. Even if someone offered a billion, Xu Xiangbei wouldn’t sell it.

"Alright, then we have a deal. Deliver them in three days."

"If the young brother trusts me, I’ll deliver this millennium ginseng to you in three days as well. The security isn’t good here; it’s not safe for you to carry it around."

Xu Xiangbei held the redwood box more excitedly than holding a girlfriend: "It’s okay. If anyone dares to steal my ginseng, they’ll not return."

When Boss Zhou sent Xu Xiangbei off, he was a bit worried and asked for Xu Xiangbei’s phone number: "Divine Doctor Xu, will Little Haitao’s condition relapse?"

Xu Xiangbei left his number for Boss Zhou and joked: "Don’t worry, it shouldn’t relapse. Feel free to call me if anything happens."

Boss Zhou carefully tucked the note with the phone number into his wallet and clasped his hands together: "I have too much to deal with here, so I won’t keep Divine Doctor Xu. Director Zhang, let’s have lunch. When the herbs are ready in three days, I’ll prepare a car to send them to Divine Doctor Xu."

"Alright, no need to see me off. You keep busy."

As Xu Xiangbei and Zhang Xuesong prepared to return to Jiangcheng, they realized how quickly time had passed and it was already past 11 o’clock, no wonder Boss Zhou mentioned lunch.

"It’s lunchtime. Why don’t we have lunch here before heading back to Jiangcheng?"

Zhang Xuesong laughed: "There’s a Customer Returns Restaurant nearby, just across the medicinal market. I often come here to purchase herbs, and if we’re having a meal, we should choose there. The food’s not bad, let me treat you."

Xu Xiangbei laughed: "Director Zhang, today you accompanied me to the medicinal market, helped me, and introduced me to Boss Zhou, allowing me to buy all the herbs I needed. I must thank you, so let me treat you to this meal."

"Respect is better than orders; let’s go to that Customer Returns Restaurant."

Just as they exited the medicinal market entrance, they saw an old woman kneeling on the ground, crying desperately and pitifully, continuously knocking her head, which was bleeding, surrounded by a crowd watching the spectacle.

Zhao Liu, the assistant, was also there with Little Haitao, watching the commotion. Upon seeing Xu Xiangbei walk over, Little Haitao mischievously made a face at Xu Xiangbei: "Hello, brother, hello, uncle."

Zhang Xuesong’s son was about the same age as Little Haitao. Seeing Little Haitao so sensible and lovely, but with a pitiful background, he smiled and said: "Little Haitao, how about uncle taking you to buy some delicious food?"

Little Haitao blinked his bright eyes, full of yearning, but shook his head: "Grandpa said I can’t eat food from strangers."

"I’m your grandpa’s good friend, not a stranger, right?"

Little Haitao happily nodded: "Uncle is right; uncle is grandpa’s good friend, not a stranger."

Zhang Xuesong led Little Haitao to a small supermarket nearby to buy snacks while Xu Xiangbei curiously asked Zhao Liu: "What’s going on? Why is the old woman crying so sadly?"

Zhao Liu helplessly said: "The old lady took a hundred thousand money to buy medicine at the medicinal market to treat her partner, thinking that buying medicine here is cheaper to save some money, only for the hundred thousand life-saving money to be stolen by a thief."

"Oh, how pitiful. Has it been reported to the police?"

Zhao Liu replied in a hushed and cryptic tone: "Reported long ago, it’s useless. Thefts happen frequently here, not even a hair can be found by the police, I know who did it."

Xu Xiangbei looked at Zhao Liu in astonishment, thinking Zhao Liu was merely speculating.

Zhao Liu, seeing Xu Xiangbei’s doubt, justified himself: "You think I’m talking nonsense? I’ve been here as an apprentice for five years, who wouldn’t recognize me? It’s definitely Li Sandao and his guys who did it. I just saw one of Li Sandao’s brothers hovering near the old lady, didn’t expect they’d act so quickly."

"What’s with Li Sandao? I’ve only heard of Xiaoli Flying Saber?"

"He’s even more formidable. There are eight in their group, known as the Eight Kings of West City. Li Sandao always has three sharp blades hidden on him; his strikes are as fast as lightning, no one dares mess with him, and when he steals, it’s like a phantom."

Pitying the old woman, some kind-hearted people on the roadside donated some money to her, but it was just a drop in the bucket, at most enough for her travel fare home.

Xu Xiangbei went to his Ferrari, took out a bulging handbag from the trunk, and walked boldly towards the old woman crying on the ground.

To make it easier to buy herbs at the wholesale market today, Xu Xiangbei had withdrawn three hundred thousand in cash from the bank, kept in the handbag. It was unexpected that Boss Zhou only charged eight hundred; this money had remained unused.

He squatted next to the old woman, persuading gently: "Old woman, please stop crying. Losing money isn’t important; don’t cry until you harm your health, it’s not worth it."

The old woman ignored Xu Xiangbei, just kneeling and crying tragically, continuing to knock her head on the ground, her forehead bleeding: "That’s my old man’s medicine money, I’m begging you all, have a conscience, please return the money to me, this is all our family has."

Xu Xiangbei said calmly: "Even if you cry until you go blind or knock yourself to death, it’s useless. Once these bastards have stolen your money, they won’t have a conscience suddenly and return it to you. Old woman, I have a hundred thousand here, I’ll lend it to you first. Leave your phone number and address, and pay me back when you have the money."