July 1, 2030, at 9 a.m., Haitian Building.

The elevator door on the 99th floor slowly opened, and Chen Jianfeng, wearing a black windbreaker, walked out quickly. A minute later, he pushed open a thick and quaint carved wooden door.

"Chairman!"

"Sword Feng is here, sit down!"

In the office of nearly 50 square meters, a middle-aged man in his fifties, wearing a white shirt and a righteous face was sitting opposite Chen Jianfeng across a wide mahogany desk.

After the secretary brought the tea and left, the middle-aged man slowly spoke: "What's going on over Xiaojun?"

It goes without saying that this person is Gu Haitian, the chairman of Haitian Group and the fat man's father.

"I moved there yesterday afternoon," Chen Jianfeng pondered for a moment, "Xiao Su is not bad!"

"Not bad?" Gu Haitian took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and threw it to Chen Jianfeng. "Which side?"

"I have a clean background and a good personality... Xiaojun is very impressed with him!"

"Xiaojun has never let me worry about it since I was a child. I used to play with cars and women, but I have started to play with 'cultivation' in the past two years. This time I finally met a normal friend?"

Gu Haitian took out a cigarette and lit it, spit out a puff of smoke, and cursed with a smile.

"First... Chairman," Chen Jianfeng hesitated for a moment and said, "This time may be a bit difficult!"

"Hmm?" Gu Haitian leaned forward, straightened his waist, and looked at Chen Jianfeng, "There is something wrong with that Changhe dance hall?" He seemed to know his son's whereabouts very well.

"Last night I went to Changhe dance hall...I found some tricks inside," Chen Jianfeng subconsciously pinched his left palm, "There is a door in the dance hall, and I can't get in!"

Gu Haitian looked down at Chen Jianfeng's slightly red and swollen palms and said, "Have you encountered a tough guy?"

Chen Jianfeng reached out from the table and picked up the lighter and lit the cigarette that had been pinched in his hand. After taking a deep breath, he said, "It's not an ordinary person!"

"Have you found out clearly?" Gu Haitian's eyes narrowed and he said thoughtfully.

“It has been confirmed above!”

Gu Haitian didn't say anything, finished smoking his cigarette, snatching it out, lit another one, and finally said:

"It seems that Xiaojun's friend is not simple either!

"Let's do it! For some time in the future, you will continue to pay attention to Xiaojun's affairs and tell him what needs to be mentioned. If there are any new developments, report to me in time!"

Seeing Chen Jianfeng open the door and leave, Gu Haitian lay back, squinted his eyes and looked at the blue smoke rising between his fingers, and murmured to himself:

"Sure enough, there is no airtight wall... it's a bit blatant?

"But it's better not to have my son's idea!"

Suddenly, Gu Haitian squeezed his two fingers hard, and the cigarette broke into two pieces, the tobacco was scattered, and the cigarette butts were still burning...

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"Huhu... Brother Su... Where to go?"

On a brand new treadmill, a ball of fat meat in a red vest was squirming hard, making a dog-like sound.

"I've used up my medicinal materials, go buy some!" Su Fu replied and walked downstairs.

"Wait for me, I'm going there too!"

Soon, the two walked on the tattered concrete road.

In fact, Su Fu also considered going to the underground market to buy some blood and energy-enhancing pills at the end of the month, but after looking through the reference price guide, he gave up this idea.

It is better to spend a sky-high price to buy those famous elixirs that are famous for their own medicine to refine the cost-effective "blood-enriching and Qi-enriching Old Hen Soup". You don't have to be a sucker, and you can avoid middlemen from making a profit.

"With my current physical fitness, I can really explode and die if I take the body to make a living?"

"Nonsense! It's three parts poisonous to medicine. No matter how good the pill is, it must have a certain physical fitness to base it. If you are like this now, you will only be poisoned to death!"

"Aren't I practicing?"

The two of them walked and chatted, but soon they arrived at the fork in the road. They were about to recruit a taxi, but unexpectedly, bursts of rapid horns came from afar.

Su Fu looked over and saw a convoy coming from the overpass. All of them were military trucks, and there was no end to see. It was estimated that there were more than one hundred vehicles.

"Wow! So many military cards, are you doing exercises?" The fat man seemed a little excited.

Su Fu was also interested and didn't rush to take a taxi. He stopped and watched with the fat man.

Soon, the first military card passed by the two, followed by the second and the third... Just as Su Fu counted to the 98th, the car was crushed to some extent, and it bumped a corner of the military green tarpaulin.

In this blink of an eye, Su Fu subconsciously looked into the car and saw a corner of the hat, a piece of gun barrel, and bags inside, with tightly packed... Rice.

"I'm going to transport this thing? I thought it was weapons, missiles, etc.." So Fu couldn't help but be disappointed.

"Tiannan Medicinal Materials Market!"

When one hundred and forty-seven military cards passed, So Fu and Fatty got into a taxi.

"Master, where are you doing exercises?" After getting on the bus, the fat man sitting in the passenger seat asked with interest.

"I don't know this," the driver looked forward, "Then it is the direction to enter the city, and you have to go out of the city if you want to do it!"

"oh!"

The driver was a joke. When he saw the fat man pulling out his phone and preparing to play games, he said, "Since last week, I can see this kind of military truck convoy every few days. The few are thirty or fifty, and the more than two hundred, which is very spectacular!"

"All of them went into the city?" So Fu interrupted.

"It's full when entering the city, but it's empty when leaving the city." As soon as the words were spoken, the driver seemed to think it was not good, and then hurriedly said: "You two kids should not go out and talk nonsense! Our company has received a notice saying whether to interfere with the movement of the military convoy, and don't inquire about it!

"Just ask, we both look like spies?" Su Fu smiled and did not continue the topic.

An hour later, Su Fu took the fat man into the Tiannan Medicinal Materials Market.

"Where did Boss Liu go?"

In front of a medicinal material store, Su Fu glanced at the rolling shutter door that had been pulled down and shouted at the four middle-aged and elderly people playing mahjong at the door of the next store.

"I was here just now." An aunt holding a cigarette said without raising her head while touching the card.

"Inside, I just saw an old man in... Santong waited for it and carried it!" Another honest-looking elder brother was enthusiastic and looked up at Su Fu and smiled.

"Everyone carries flowers and every family is full!"

"Thank you!"

"Nothing is gone!" Hu Pai's elder brother waved his hand and was proud and cheerful.

"Crash!"

Just as the two of them were talking, the roller shutter door in front of So Fu was pulled up halfway, and a middle-aged man wearing slippers and shorts stuck his head out:

"Xiao Su is here. I just heard the sound inside and knew it was you!"

"Uncle Liu!" Su Fu greeted with a smile.

Seeing that Boss Liu had no intention of greeting him in, Su Fu knew that it was probably inconvenient, so he smiled and said, "I want to ask you this time, I'll ask you the medicine you've paid attention to before..."

Before Su Fu finished speaking, Boss Liu said, "I knew it was this. If you didn't come, I was about to call you... come in and say!"

"My brothers, come together." Seeing Boss Liu glance at the fat man in a vague way, Su Fu quickly spoke.

The roller shutter door was closed again, and Su Fu also saw Boss Liu's guest, an old man who was about 70 years old, wearing a white jacket, with a face full of age spots and a expressionless face.

There are about 30 square meters in the store, and the entire space is almost filled with woven bags and sacks, leaving only an aisle less than one meter wide. At this moment, the old man was standing in the aisle, looking at Su Fu and the others with a scrutiny.

"Sit as you like," Boss Liu pointed to two bags of medicine, and then introduced to Su Fu, "This is Mr. Wang!"

"Old Wang!" Su Fu said hello and didn't say anything again. He knew that Boss Liu should have something to say.

"Well... I got the medicinal materials you want and you, but... it's just that this old man Wang urgently needs a medicine. Find me here, look..."

"What medicine?" Seeing that Boss Liu was a little hesitant, Su Fu asked hurriedly.

"The old ginseng plant that you designated for more than fifty years... "Boss Liu's expression is very unnatural, and his words are elegant, "Can you give up your love!"

"Let me take a look first!" Su Fu glanced at the gift box placed on the sack next to the old man Wang and said.

"...Okay!" Boss Liu walked to Mr. Wang and picked up the gift box and handed it to Su Fu.

Su Fu opened the box and carefully dug out the wild ginseng from a pile of wet sand. He saw that its roots were prosperous and full of color, making it a fresh ginseng of excellent quality.

"It's been nearly a hundred years?" So Fu's eyes lit up.

"It's the same, the real fresh ginseng is less than a week away from the soil. This time I'm lucky!" Boss Liu said proudly.

"Uncle Liu's reputation is well-known. What you do is poor," Su Fu first beat him, and then changed into a embarrassed expression, "It is said that I should be urgent for people to need it, but I also have urgent use of this ginseng..."

While speaking, Su Fu glanced at the fat man.

In fact, after a few words, Su Fu understood:

Although he has been using medicinal materials from Boss Liu since his grandfather, after all, now that his grandfather has left, friendship is also his grandfather's friendship. If it were Su Fu, it would become affection. Sometimes the benefits involved are too great, and the affection will not work.

But after all, Su Fu was not hurt by his kindness for many years, so he threw the burden to the fat man.

Sure enough, the fat man lived up to his trust, his face drooped, and his anxious expression filled his whole face, and he spoke with a faint crying voice:

"My family is also waiting to use it urgently... If not, I will increase the price. How much is it? Is one million enough?"

"Old Wang, look..." Uncle Liu looked at Old Wang with a embarrassed look.
To be continued...