Farmer Senda

Chapter 94
Zhang Xiaohu sat in the Internet cafe for most of the day, mostly looking at those jadeites, and even found a few good jadeite websites, and had a preliminary understanding of jadeites.

Now Zhang Xiaohu's memory ability is better than before, but all the knowledge he has read seems to be imprinted in his mind, learning has become a strong point, the difference is practice, and he keeps improving his understanding of jade.

Any expert in stone appreciating has a sharp eye, and through some aspects, observes the specific direction of jadeite. This requires constant practice, not everyone can do it quickly, and Zhang Xiaohu is probably the only person in the world who can assist.

In half a day, Zhang Xiaohu gained a lot, and for the next three days, he stayed in the Internet cafe.

Tianxia Collection, this is a collection website, there is a piece of jade in it, Zhang Xiaohu has become a regular customer here, showing his face non-stop.

In the peaceful age, the prosperity collection began, and there were collections everywhere. If you want to receive good things, it is inevitable that there will be holes, that is, you will receive fakes.

Zhang Xiaohu doesn't care about other collections, his purpose is to get money through jadeite.

This way of getting money is fast, and it can satisfy Zhang Xiaohu to buy things with aura. He doesn't believe that this wild plant on the market has aura. He believes that there must be other things with aura, but he hasn't found it yet.

For three consecutive days, Zhang Xiaohu's head was full of jade knowledge, even when he was at work, he was not as serious as he is now.

Resting for three days is more like studying for three days. Zhang Xiaohu remembered what Cheng Zhendong said.

There is wild ginseng that he cares about, it feels too bad not to go and see it.

Coming out of the Internet cafe, looking at the cars going by outside, a thought popped into my mind.

I want to buy a car.

Every time he came to the urban area, Zhang Xiaohu had to take a car, so that the wolf was left at home, and every time he saw the resentful eyes, he felt uncomfortable.

Buy a car, must buy a car.

In order not to become a legendary road man in the future, Zhang Xiaohu decided to practice first, took out his phone and called Gao Qiang, the car in his hand was ready for practice.

Gao Qiang knew that he was going to practice driving, so he agreed without hesitation. He happened to be in the urban area and asked him to wait at the entrance of the Internet cafe, and he would come over in a while.

Ten minutes later, Gao Qiang drove over in his car.

"You kid want to buy a car?"

Zhang Xiaohu got into the car and didn't hide anything, "I made a lot of money recently, and I'm going to buy a car, so it will be easier to go out in the future!"

In this day and age, there is indeed a difference between having a car and not having a car. The two Petrochemical brothers who have a headache always say that they are losing money.

Buying a car is for the sake of face and to show off.

"Okay, I'll make money so soon, my buddy is still driving a car!" Gao Qiang pulled out a cart of corn last time, made a lot of money, and thought of changing his car, "By the way, what are you going to buy? car?"

"It's hard to say, go and have a look!" Zhang Xiaohu really didn't make a decision.

"It's not as good as a Hummer, something that men like!" Gao Qiang laughed.

"Hummer?" Zhang Xiaohu has heard of this before. It's a model that men like, but it consumes too much fuel. People without money can't afford to drive it. Stepping on the accelerator is money.

"You don't have any good intentions, are you encouraging me to buy a Hummer?"

Gao Qiang was exposed and said with a smirk, "Xiaohu, we are good brothers, aren't we?"

After leaving the urban area, Zhang Xiaohu sat in the driver's seat.

The car is manual transmission, what Zhang Xiaohu lacks is the practice, outside the urban area, there are high-strength instructors, plus the current understanding is no better than before, it is very easy to learn, there is no difficulty.

In half a day, Zhang Xiaohu was able to drive on the road, but the speed was still a bit lacking, so there was no problem driving.

When they left, Gao Qiang pulled him hard and said that he must be notified when buying a car, Zhang Xiaohu smiled and agreed.

At noon the next day, Zhang Xiaohu came to Cheng Zhendong's villa.

Today, Zhang Xiaohu was going to see a doctor, not for him, but for someone else's disease.

"I just called, and my old friend is at home, let's go there together!" Cheng Zhendong said respectfully, treating him as a distinguished guest.

Zhang Xiaohu knew that he couldn't be friends with such a rich man, he was happy to do this, it saved him a lot of trouble, and for him, earning money was all he needed.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Xiaohu rested with his eyes closed.

In half an hour, they left the urban area and came to the suburbs.

"My old friend doesn't like living in busy places, so he bought a piece of land outside, built a villa, and lives there all the time!"

Listening to Cheng Zhendong's explanation, Zhang Xiaohu didn't care, the way rich people just do it differently.

The suburbs were not far from the city, and they turned into a side road from the main road.

Entering the fork road, passing through a forest, the eyes opened up, and a large villa appeared in front of him, with green mountains and green waters, and flocks of flowers and birds, which inevitably reminded Zhang Xiaohu of Li's villa, and there was almost no difference between the two.

After a cursory scan, this villa has a large area, and the price is not small.

Living in this kind of place is indeed comfortable, and it is better than the urban area.

Housing prices are constantly rising. In order to sell their houses and become house slaves for a lifetime, rich people have begun to move outside.

Zhang Xiaohu likes to treat the big villa in front of him as a manor.

Downhill, the car drove into the manor.

After entering the manor, Zhang Xiaohu saw many security guards leading large dogs. Looking carefully, they were all black-backed, a large dog with an amazing bite force.

Zhang Xiaohu didn't care much about the security situation of the manor. There was no security guard in such a big manor, so he didn't even know he was intercepted at night.

After the car was parked, someone was waiting outside.

"Uncle Cheng, you're here!"

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man, wearing a well-fitting suit, with shiny hair, and a great aura. He could tell he was a successful person at first glance, but his complexion was not very good now.

"Wanjun, let you wait for a long time!"

Song Wanjun said: "I just came here when you came in outside. It didn't take long. Uncle Cheng, where is that genius doctor you mentioned?"

That's what he said, Song Wanjun has been looking for that miracle doctor.

Song Wanjun knew about Cheng Zhendong's situation. He didn't believe it when he said that he had recovered. He didn't believe it until he saw it himself.

"Wan Jun, this is the miraculous doctor I was talking about. Regardless of his young age, he saved my life!" Cheng Zhendong introduced, his evaluation tone was particularly dignified.

At the beginning, Cheng Zhendong almost drove people away, but luckily he finally endured and was able to stand here in the end. He said it on the phone before, and he was worried that others would not believe him.

"Is he a genius doctor?" Song Wanjun frowned slightly, and then returned to normal.

Before this, Song Wanjun had heard that this genius doctor was very young. The concept of youth, in his mind, was basically in his thirties. Who would have thought that he would be so young, a boy in his early twenties.

Song Wanjun was puzzled, and he didn't dare to question him face to face. After all, he was brought by Cheng Zhendong. To question the miracle doctor is to question Cheng Zhendong. This is not a good thing. He believed that Uncle Cheng would not lie to him.

"I'm a genius doctor, isn't it surprising?" Zhang Xiaohu smiled heartily.

"It was indeed an accident, you..." Song Wanjun actually wanted to say that he was too young.

"Too young!" Zhang Xiaohu laughed.

Song Wanjun's aura was very strong. Generally speaking, young people can talk to themselves without trembling. Now this young man is so calm and calm, he can't help but think that maybe this person really has a way to save the old man.

"Genius doctor, please come inside!"

The manor is huge, and after walking for 5 minutes, they came to the hall.

The layout of the hall is elegant, and it looks like it was furnished by someone with taste. It's not like some nouveau riche who decorate the house magnificently, and the only thing they need to say is how much money they have.

After sitting down, someone brought tea right away. Zhang Xiaohu sat on the sofa and smelled a faint smell of medicine, which was very mild, and he couldn't hide it from his aura.

Zhang Xiaohu looked in the direction of the stairs, that person might be terminally ill.

"Genius doctor, sit down for a while, the old man woke up, I'll take you up!" Song Wanjun came down from upstairs and sat on the sofa.

"Okay!" Zhang Xiaohu nodded slightly, and then, as if thinking of something, "Can you tell me what happened to the old man? I'm also mentally prepared!"

Smelling the slight smell of medicine in the hall, the old man above must not have an ordinary illness. According to the current development of science and technology, cancer can be cured, and there are other illnesses that cannot be cured.

Cheng Zhendong is a rich man, he is not short of money, and his net worth is several billion. He was almost ruined by this poison, so the illness of the person upstairs must not be simple.

Song Wanjun narrated the matter, somewhat helpless in his tone.

The matter is actually very simple. In May, their family went out to worship their ancestors. Everything was normal. When they came back, the old man fell ill for some reason. First, he didn’t want to eat, and then he lost his energy. In a hurry, I sent him to the hospital for inspection, but they couldn't find any problems. They were worried and went to a lot of experts, but they still couldn't find the problem.

If Cheng Zhendong hadn't heard that Cheng Zhendong was fine, Song Wanjun would not have invited people over. Now as long as there is a slight way, they will not give up.

Zhang Xiaohu frowned slightly, comprehended the size change of the Nine Dragons Flying Needle Technique, and did not have the same symptoms in his mind. If there is no spiritual energy, he will probably be helpless. With spiritual energy, it will be different. It is equivalent to being able to see through. What's the problem? It is clear at a glance.

(End of this chapter)