Cultivating From Obtaining Experience

  Chapter 157 Unfortunately, I am not the Patriarch Subhuti

   "This kid is very arrogant, who do you think he is? Mr. Han, I will take time to clean him up."

   "Hey, don't make extra troubles at this time. The key is the families of those two people. As long as they let go and stop entangled in this matter, it will be easy to talk about."

   "According to me, they still think they have less money."

   "You can add more money if you have less money, as long as you have something you like." The middle-aged man wearing glasses looked at Wang Anyuan's back and smiled, not taking him seriously.

   Two days later, Wang An returned to his residence from outside that night, and saw a car parked outside the yard.

  Seeing Wang An coming back, the car door opened, and a young man got out of the car. He was about 24 or 5 years old, tall and thin, dressed in a trendy, handsome appearance, and looked at Wang An with his head tilted.

   "Your name is Wang An?"

   "It was released so soon!" Wang An could clearly see the license plate number of the car from a long distance away.

   "Haha, oops, I'm not used to living in it. Although it's a single room, it's uncomfortable!" The young man smiled.

  Wang An looked at the young man in front of him calmly after hearing this.

   "I'm here just to see you. By the way, I can get close to you after I recognize you. It seems that you usually like to exercise, and you also practice Tai Chi and Xingyi. I also know kung fu but boxing. Let's have a sparring when you have time?"

  Wang An looked back at his residence. According to this young man, he had just gone in.

   "Let's go, we will meet again in the future." The young man got on the car, lowered the front of the car, raised his right hand, stretched out his index finger and thumb, and made a shooting motion at Wang An.

  Hahaha, wanton laughter.

   While smiling, Wang An stepped up to him, the car door was slammed open, and the young man felt his body was stabbed a few times. His stomach, the back of his head, and his ribs felt a raw pain.

   Turning his head again, Wang An was still standing at the place just now, looking at him with a smile.

   "弱!" He opened his mouth and only yelled once, but he felt a little dizzy, and suddenly he panicked, and hurriedly started the car, kicked the accelerator and rushed out. After running for less than 300 meters, he felt a stomach ache and needed to defecate.

  But there is no public toilet near here, but he couldn't bear it anymore, so he found a corner, untied his belt, and poof.

   Just when he felt comfortable, a dirt dog came beside him, stared at him and sniffed his nose. The dirt dog smelled a special and familiar smell.

   "Hey, get the **** out of here!" The boy hurriedly wiped his butt, pulled up his pants, and within a few steps of running, his stomach started to hurt again, as if his intestines were knotted inside, and then the uncontrollable feeling of feces rushed over.

   "Oops, hold the grass!"

  Holding his buttocks, he went to another wall. Just as he took off his pants, an old woman turned out from the alley next to him and was watching him take off his pants.

   "Hey, boy, what are you doing!"

   "Go away!" he roared angrily.

  Pfft!

   "It's so shameless, the sun is shining, public places, you guys, come and see!" The woman yelled, her voice was quite loud, and immediately after she yelled, people came from all around and saw the young man who was pulling up his pants.

   "Oh, boy, why are you so shameless!"

"That's right!"

  The son's face turned red all of a sudden, after all, it was the first time since he could remember that he defecated in public, and he knew he was ashamed.

   "What are you looking at, what's wrong with shitting, you don't shit!" The young man shouted, and the painful diarrhea that came out of this voice came back again.

   "Ouch Grass Grass!"

  He turned around and ran, taking off his pants within two steps of running.

   "Hey, don't be ashamed, this is too much!"

   "Quickly call the police and arrest him!"

  The boy just took off his trousers, and less than ten seconds later, he suddenly felt dizzy, as if his brain lacked oxygen, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

   "Hey, what's going on?"

   "La collapsed."

   "Then do we have to call an ambulance!?"

  Wang An's residence, he called Li Hsinchu.

   "Find me a car and find someone."

   "Okay, tell me the license plate number." Li Xinzhu was happy.

  At night, in Hu'an City Hospital, a young man was lying on the bed with a sluggish expression, as if he had been tortured all day by several girls who weighed three hundred pounds.

   "Doctor, what is going on with my son?"

  Beside him, a well-maintained woman in her thirties looked at her son distressedly.

   "Unexplained diarrhea, we are now analyzing that it is nervous diarrhea. He has been given antidiarrheal drugs, and supplemented with normal saline and some nutrients."

   "Mom, yes, it's that Wang An." Brother Gongzi spoke in a low voice, weak, like a mosquito humming.

   "Who?" The woman leaned down hastily after hearing this.

   With a creak, the door of the ward opened, and an elegant middle-aged man came in, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed eyes, well-dressed, restrained and unassuming, but his face was slightly pale.

   "What's going on?" He glanced at the young man lying on the bed and asked calmly.

   "Your son is being bullied."

  The man didn't react but turned to look at the doctor beside him.

   "Doctor Zhao, I'm sorry to trouble you again."

   "You're welcome, I'll go out first, you guys talk, call me if you need something." After speaking, the doctor Zhao left, leaving only the three of them in the room.

   "Tell me, who did you offend this time, to be honest." The man said calmly.

  The son-in-law lying on the bed seemed to be very afraid of his father, so he weakly told him what had happened.

  The man was silent for a moment after hearing this, raised his hand and slapped his son on the face lying on the hospital bed. The slap was so powerful that he almost passed out.

   "What are you doing, he is your son!" Seeing this, the woman on the side pushed her husband away and roared angrily.

   "If it wasn't for my son's death, how many times have I said, don't cause trouble outside, do you really think Hu'an City is your home?" The middle-aged man's tone was calm from beginning to end.

   "Don't bother with this matter, leave it to me to handle."

  The next day, in the mountains, Wang An changed to a slightly larger rock for exercise. He vaguely felt that his strength seemed to be reaching its limit.

  [After a period of exercise, your body muscles have been strengthened and your strength has increased. ]

  After every strength training, he will practice Wu Qin Xi or Yi Jin Jing again, the purpose is to stretch and relax the tense and congested muscles.

   At noon, Li Xinzhu called.

   "The owner of that car is called Han Lezhi. His father is Han Wentao, the general manager of Dongming Pharmaceutical Group. His grandfather is Han Dongming, the founder of Dongming Group. You should know that Dongming Group is the No. 1 group in Hu'an. A pharmaceutical giant.

  That kid is usually very arrogant, a typical dude, he has done many bad things, but he has settled all the powerful and powerful in the family. What's the matter, did he offend you? "

   "Come into my house."

   "Yo, this is the guts of a leopard, have you destroyed him?"

   "Not at all, I won't be able to get out of bed for more than ten days at most."

   "You can take it easy, this is not a fuel-efficient lamp." Li Xinzhu reminded after hearing this.

   "I know, thanks."

   "Hey, why are you being polite to me? What are you busy with these days? Isn't it because you are on Maoerjian Mountain every day?"

   "Yes, I'm on the mountain now?"

   "Tsk, you really make me speechless, why do I think the gap between us is getting bigger and bigger?"

   "I'm an idler in the world, and you are a rich man in the world. There is no difference, they are all very good!"

   "You're still an idler, I think you look like a banished immortal, and you're preparing to go to heaven!" Li Xinzhu on the other end of the phone said with a smile.

   "By the way, there is another thing that is rumored that Dongming Group is developing a new drug that can resist aging and treat Alzheimer's disease."

   "That's a good thing."

   "Remember to call me if you have anything to do. The Dongming Group is a giant, so you have to be careful."

"knew."

  After exercising in the afternoon, Wang An sat on the top of the mountain, looking at the sky and the An River not far away in the howling north wind. The monkey sat quietly aside.

   "People are still too small in this world." Wang An said softly.

   "In another hundred years, two hundred years, three hundred years... this mountain will remain this mountain, that river will remain that river, and the heaven and earth will remain the same. What about me, and you?" Wang An looked down at the monkey beside him.

   "We'll all be a pile of dry bones, and we don't know where we're buried."

  Monkey blinked and scratched his head, as if he didn't understand what Wang An said this time.

   "You don't understand even if you tell me." Wang An smiled and patted the monkey's head.

   "Have you read Journey to the West?"

  As soon as he heard these words, the monkey’s eyes lit up. It jumped to the side and took a few poses, building a canopy with its hands, and doing somersaults. It’s an action often used by the Monkey King in the TV series.

   "Really, who is your idol?" Monkey nodded hastily.

   "He is a man of great ability, but unfortunately I am not the Patriarch Subhuti. I can't teach you the method of longevity, and I can't teach you somersaulting clouds and seventy-two changes. I can only teach you some boxing techniques." Wang An said with a smile, and the monkey beside him also laughed.

   "What do you want to eat tomorrow?"

  The monkey picked up a gourmet magazine and flipped through two pages, pointing to the food pictures on it.

   "Panbing Guozi, no problem, I'll add more eggs and ham sausage for you, let's go."

  Wang An went down the mountain, pedaled his car back to Hu'an, found a cafeteria and ate for more than an hour before leaving.

   When he returned to his residence, he found a luxury car parked not far from the yard where he lived. Seeing him coming back on his bike and approaching the yard to open the door, the door opened and a well-dressed middle-aged man got out of the car.

   "Hello, are you Wang An?"

   "I am, are you?"

   "My name is Han Wentao, and I am the father of the young man who came here yesterday."

   "You know, the general manager of Dongming Group." Wang An calmly said, this is a typical example of beating his son and causing trouble for Lao Tzu.

   "First of all, I would like to apologize to you for my child's inappropriate behavior." Han Wentao said it sincerely, and Wang An just responded after hearing it.

   “My son is still in the hospital with diarrhea.”

   "Oh, retribution!"

   "Before I came here, I specifically consulted a famous doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. The famous doctor said that if some acupuncture points on the body are strongly stimulated, it will also cause diarrhea."

   "Then quickly seek medical treatment." Wang An calmly said.

  Han Wentao did not speak in a hurry, but quietly looked at the person in front of him.

  Before coming here, he had already found someone to see a doctor for his son, and he was the most famous Chinese medicine doctor in Hu'an City, but the doctor's treatment effect was not very good. Neither acupuncture nor medicine could completely stop the diarrhea. Not to mention eating, even drinking water would cause diarrhea. The famous doctor said that the other party used some special method, and the person who tied the bell had to be untied.

  He had no choice but to come here and humiliate.

   "I've looked for it, but the effect is not satisfactory." Han Wentao took a deep breath.

   "Sorry, I'm not a doctor." Wang An pushed the door and entered. Behind him, Han Wentao looked at his back, frowning slightly.

  In the whole of Hu'an, there are only a handful of people who dare to talk to him like this and disrespect him so much.

   "There is kind!"

  He turned and got into the car.

   "Mr. Han, I'll show him off."

   "Don't worry, go and find out how this person came from, and who else is in the family."

"OK."

  Wang An went back to the yard, washed it again, played Tai Chi, and then rested as usual.

  In the Hu'an City Hospital, Han Lezhi's diarrhea still hasn't completely stopped. In less than two days, he has had diarrhea thirty-six times, and now he looks like the big smoker, completely exhausted.

  The mother next to her also looked haggard, looking at her son lying on the bed distressedly.

  The door opened, and a middle-aged man walked in, followed by an old man in his seventies. He was dressed in ordinary clothes, but his eyes were bright and he was full of energy.

   "Mr. Gong, please excuse me." Han Wentao was very respectful to the old man.

  The old man nodded, came to the bedside, first looked at Han Lezhi, then stretched out his hand to test his pulse, and lifted the clothes on his stomach to look.

   "You have provoked a very powerful person. He stimulates the acupuncture points and meridians of your body to make you excrete continuously. I can try massage first to see if it can be relieved."

   "Then I will trouble you." Han Wentao on the side hurriedly said.

  The old man began to treat Han Lezhi.

  The next morning, Wang An got up early. After breakfast, he bought pancakes and fruit, and bought two drawers of steamed buns, and took them to Maoerjian.

   Arrived at the foot of the mountain, had a second breakfast, and then went up the mountain.

  When he got to the top of the mountain, he found the monkey was reading a newspaper.

   "Hey, how about morning reading?" Wang An smiled and said, "Come, let's have breakfast."

  The monkey saw him coming, jumped up and down, and ate breakfast happily. After eating, the monkey came over to a newspaper that was not known how many years ago, and pointed to a news item on it to show Wang An.

   "Dongming Group signed a letter of intent for long-term cooperation with **** Group."

   "Are you related to Dongming Group?" The monkey beside him nodded.

  (end of this chapter)