Strongest Worker

Amay Island, 1 p.m.

"Golog!" assan stood outside the fence, waved and shouted.

Guoluo, who was watering the flowers, raised his head and blinked: "assang, what's up?"

"Come here!" assan waved again. "There's something good for you."

"God nagging..." Guoluo shouted, put down the shower, turned and walked slowly to the fence, "what good thing?"

"Hi." assang grabbed the fence with both hands and stretched his neck. "I heard your husband is very interested in calligraphy and painting?"

"Yes." the housekeeper Guoluo nodded and put down his rolled up sleeve. "Why did you suddenly ask this?"

Assang grinned and said mysteriously, "my young master has a friend who has a famous painting in his hand. What's the name... He's going to sell it anyway..."

Before he finished, the housekeeper Guoluo waved his hand again and again: "forget it, don't mention this to me."

"Eh? Why?" assang couldn't help looking at him suspiciously. "I heard that your husband is a big buyer, so I came to ask you."

"Antique calligraphy and painting, who can tell the true from the false?" the housekeeper Guoluo raised his hand and stroked the moustache on his chin. "Let's be servants. Don't help the master's business. It's not cost-effective if we don't reward the meritorious service and punish the guilty."

Assang gently skimmed his mouth and said solemnly, "you should know the background of my young master. With him as a guarantor, you can still pit you?"

The housekeeper Guoluo narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at assang carefully: "your young master asked you to come?"

"Yes."

After a little hesitation, the housekeeper Guoluo shook his head: "that's not good. Since young master Du wants to make up for it, let him talk to Mr. Jiang in person. We two servants don't mean what we say, so we're stuck in the middle."

"That's it. Mr. Jiang has something to do today. I'll buy you a drink after I'm busy another day." the voice dropped, and the housekeeper Guoluo turned and wanted to leave.

"Hey! Golog!" assang quickly stopped him and shook his arm through the fence. "My young master doesn't know your husband well. I want you to help. Golog, you're paid this time. You want to send your son out to school and make a difference. Don't you need money?"

The housekeeper Guoluo stopped and looked back at assan: "is there any reward?"

"Yes, and don't worry. My young master is generous. As long as the business can succeed, he can't treat you badly." assang said quickly, "we have a good relationship. I recommended you to the young master. Don't hit me in the face."

Golog stood there hesitating for a moment, then came back and asked, "assan, are you sure?"

"Don't worry, the other party is an old friend of my young master, and it's absolutely reliable. Moreover, my young master also said that he guarantees it. If there is a fake, he will bear it on his shoulder and compensate in full, don't you worry?"

The housekeeper Guoluo nodded reassuringly, and then asked, "where is the boss?"

"He didn't arrive until three or four o'clock this afternoon, and then he has to go to other places. He doesn't intend to stay in ah Mai for too long." assan replied, "so I hope your husband can pick up the ship and make a decision on the ship."

"Oh, in such a hurry, the credibility is not high."

"Don't worry. Although the gentleman is very busy, isn't there still my young master? Your husband can take it first if he is satisfied with the painting and pay the money to my young master later."

"Oh, well, but..." the housekeeper Guoluo said again, "Mr. Jiang is going to pick up the boat later this afternoon. I don't know if the time can be arranged..."

Assang advised, "I have to pick up the boat anyway. It's nothing to put it together."

After thinking for a moment, the housekeeper Guoluo nodded, "well, I'll talk to Mr. Jiang and listen to his opinions. I'll inform you later."

"Well, hurry up. It's a little more. I'll wait for your news here."

"Well, I'll find Mr. Jiang now." the housekeeper Guoluo waved his hand, turned and strode away.

Staring at his leaving figure, assang raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his neck due to tension, and gently breathed out his breath.

After parting with assang, the housekeeper Golog went around to the front yard and quickly stepped up the stairs.

He took two steps and suddenly stopped. He turned his head and asked the servant who cleaned the yard, "is Sir up?"

"Ah, not yet."

"Strange..." Guo Luo frowned gently. "It's already past noon. Sir, I've never slept so late. Are you sick?"

With this in mind, Golog went into the house and walked down the stairs to the second floor.

He stopped in front of the bedroom door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Mr. Jiang? Mr. Jiang?"

"Cough..." a violent cough came out of the room, followed by a hoarse voice, "what's the matter?"

"Are you sick, sir?" Golog reached out and pushed the door, but found that the door was locked from the inside and did not open.

He couldn't help looking anxious: "Mr. Jiang, can you open the door? I'll call a doctor for you."

"No, it's just that my voice is not comfortable." the voice fell, the door opened from the inside, and Jiang Qiyuan, with a dark face, appeared at the door. "What's the matter with you?"

Guoluo felt that Jiang Qiyuan's voice today was a little different from that in normal days. It was obviously very ill.

"Mr. Jiang, I'd better find a doctor for you."

"No, I just catch a cold and my throat itches badly." Jiang Qiyuan gently waved his hand, "go and help me make some honey water. If you have medicine for a cold, help me prepare some."

"OK, I'll get ready right away. Please wait a moment." Guoluo said, turned and ran down in a hurry.

After more than ten minutes, he knocked on the door again with a cup of warm honey water.

"Come in."

Hearing the response from the room, Golog pushed the door in. He glanced around and saw that Jiang Qiyuan was sitting by the bed, wrapped in a blanket, shivering and coughing.

"Mr. Jiang, the honey water is ready." Guoluo went to Jiang Qiyuan and handed him the honey water.

"Thank you." Jiang Qiyuan thanked politely, then took the cup and gently held it in his hand.

Gollow leaned down and planned to lift the curtain under the bed.

He had just made such a move, and suddenly heard Jiang Qiyuan yell, "what are you doing!"

The housekeeper Guoluo was so frightened that he stiffened. He raised his head and looked at Jiang Qiyuan's Tieqing cheek. His angry eyes suddenly confused: "first... Sir, I'll get you medicine."

"Take the medicine?"

"Yes." Golog straightened up and was at a loss. "You told me to put the medicine box under the bed so that I can get it at any time."

"Oh, I forgot." Jiang Qiyuan suddenly smiled with a stiff cheek. "Since it's under the bed, I'll take it myself. Go out."

"Mr. Jiang, the doctor told you last time that your lungs are bad. You can't take several drugs together..."

Seeing that the housekeeper Guoluo was going to bend over to take the medicine box under the bed, Jiang Qiyuan's voice became severe again: "stop! I'll let you out!"

"Good, good." Guoluo wondered why Jiang Qiyuan was so angry. He immediately turned pale and nodded back two steps, "Sir, have a good rest."

"HMM." Jiang Qiyuan nodded his head gently, and his face calmed down again.

The housekeeper Guoluo turned and walked out. When he was standing at the door and was about to take the bedroom door, he suddenly remembered that assan was still waiting for news outside and couldn't help hesitating.

Jiang Qiyuan glanced at him gently and asked in a dumb voice, "what else?"

"Ah, Mr. Jiang, you are so ill. Will you pick up the boat this afternoon?"

"The original plan remains unchanged."

"Yes." steward Guoluo nodded, hesitated and said, "assang just came to me and said that a boss wanted to..."

As soon as he spoke, Jiang Qiyuan directly interrupted, "you see, I'm so sick now. Are you still in the mood to talk about cooperation?"

"Yes, I think young master Du is the guarantor, so I'll mention it to you." Guoluo nodded embarrassedly, "Sir, have a good rest and call me whenever you have something."

"Wait." Jiang Qiyuan suddenly called him, "who did you just say?"

"Er, it's the young master of the Du family. His name seems to be Du Huasheng."

Jiang Qiyuan gently nodded his head: "tell me more about what happened."

The housekeeper Guoluo stood at the door and said cautiously, "I heard it's a boss who wants to sell a picture in his hand. The boss and master Du are good friends, so I want to ask him to be a guarantor and contact the buyer."

Jiang Qiyuan's eyes flashed slightly: "the friend of young master Du's family? Want to sell the painting to me?"

"Yes." the housekeeper Guoluo nodded, "but the boss is in a hurry. He will arrive at the port at three or four o'clock in the afternoon and will leave again soon. I hope you can pick up the ship and discuss it with two people on the ship. The money is not in a hurry. You can pay young master Du in the future."

"Oh." Jiang Qiyuan nodded gently, looking thoughtful.

Golog waited for a while, but seeing that he had never responded, he couldn't help shouting: "sir?"

"Ah." Jiang Qiyuan recovered, looked up at the housekeeper in front of him, "I'll go there this afternoon."

"Good." Guoluo replied, "Sir, do you need to prepare something for you?"

"No, I have no appetite now. Just call me when it's time."

"Then you can rest at ease. When the time comes, I'll come up and invite you."

The voice fell, and Golog closed the door and left.

He stood in the corridor and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he trotted downstairs to inform assan.

Just after cleaning the yard, the servant saw the housekeeper running out and asked, "Mr. Jiang is awake?"

"Well, I'm awake. I'm not feeling well."

"That's strange." the servant muttered, "when I passed the corridor this morning, I seemed to hear Mr. Jiang talking to a woman." "don't talk nonsense." the housekeeper Guoluo scolded. Without much thought, he went around the back to see assang. This novel has been translated by www.readwn.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.