"This, this is amazing, then why did the benefactor build this manor? The benefactor should be able to get everything..." Wang Mo looked at Hua Ling excitedly.
Hua Ling indifferently burned the germinated seeds to ashes: "To make money."
You may be able to make a lot of money by building the manor into an ideal appearance before the new century. Sooner or later, the coins of the old era will become unusable. Spending the valuables on you in the new era is not directly supported by pawning them, for fear of being considered.
Selling cultural relics.
Money is not everything, but nothing can be done without money.
After all, there must be a guarantee, so wouldn’t it be nice to spend some money to build a place for yourself to settle down, and at the same time give others a good home and life?
Later, Hua Ling called together all those who had received his favor and told him about the merger of the two villages and his plans for the future.
Everyone clapped and applauded, and everyone thought this was a good start. Then Hua Ling asked everyone to be quiet, and told everyone his identity and all the reasons, and the air froze.
Wang Mo, who was standing aside, thought that there would be uncontrollable situations, but people accepted it easily.
"Benefactor, you saved us. You have been the God we believe in from the beginning!"
"The Jade Emperor and Guanyin Bodhisattva are not as kind as you to us!"
"As long as we can work with peace of mind and don't have to eat one last meal, we will believe in you even if your benefactor is a monster!"
"right!!"……
Hua Ling side lowered his head to cover the lower half of his face, his cheeks were slightly red, and after coughing a few times, he put his hand down: "It's just that it doesn't matter if there are some of you who don't believe in my identity. Even if I tell people who don't know, they won't listen.
I understand what you are saying. But if everyone is willing to believe me...thank you, I really appreciate it."
I haven't felt like giving orders to hundreds of people for a long time, although it was a bit noisy.
In the last year before the new century, Fengjiao Villa took shape, and the drawings and decorations were personally designed by Wang Mo’s daughter Wang Ze and Li Fangcai’s daughter Li Luo, plus Hua Ling.
Garden design and architectural design plus interior decoration.
"So..." Wang Ze and Li Luo looked at each other, leaned forward and patted the desk together, looking at Hua Ling sitting behind the desk, "Sir, do you want to live in seclusion?!"
Hua Ling played with the covered pen in her hand and compared it with the folders in her hand. She looked up at the two girls in their twenties and said, "Yes, if a company signs a contract with Feng Jiao, just make an online call or send a text message."
You should be able to make your own arrangements. After all, you are currently the only two young people in Fengjiao who know my identity, do you understand?"
"Understood!" Wang Ze and Li Luo's hands were shaking with excitement.
Hua Ling closed the document and put it away. He stood up and looked out the window. A crow flew in outside the half-covered window. The window was closed the moment it flew in.
"The group coming to cooperate has arrived, do you need me to deal with it?" Lu Ya flew to the bird stand next to his desk and stood on it, looking at the three people in the room.
"Brother Lu is like Mr.'s assistant." Li Luo sighed.
Hua Ling took the document and handed it to Wang Ze and Li Luo each: "You guys go and talk. As I said, I will appear on the phone."
Hua Ling patted the two girls on the shoulders to encourage them.
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Later, Fengjiao moved out to shopping malls and hotels, and the business became quite large, but basically all the people he cooperated with had never met the founder of Fengjiao in person.
The first and second people who signed the contract with Feng Jiao did see Hua Ling's true face in Lushan, but for some reason they couldn't tell others. They could only tell one characteristic: white hair.
Later, those who signed contracts had online calls with the big boss and interviews with two female managers. The boss's voice during the call sounded like a middle-aged man over fifty years old.
As time goes by, the voice of a middle-aged man gradually changes to that of a young man, and some people speculate that it is inheritance, but no one still knows what the big boss, founder or his children look like.
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After Hua Ling basically handed over the company to Wang Ze and Li Luo, he moved out of Fengjiao and bought a villa with full payment in a place far away from Fengjiao. The first floor was converted into a shop, and the second and third floors were used as living quarters.
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On one side of the store, newspapers, magazines, snacks and drinks were sold, and on the other side there was a medicine cabinet on the wall for people to get medicine for. Lu Ya was watching on one side, and Hua Ling was watching on the other.
On the first day of opening, a middle-aged woman with an old man passed by. It was strange to see the combination of this newsstand and a Chinese medicine pharmacy.
The middle-aged woman led the old man into the house: "I see you have a medicine cabinet here. Can you see a doctor and get medicine? Do you have a medical qualification certificate?"
Hua Ling was reading a magazine on the other side. When he looked up and saw the woman, he took out the bamboo flute and knocked it on the wall behind him: "Madam, here is it, can you see if it is true or not?"
This was indeed a test that Hua Ling took out of his time. He couldn't get anything out, but he also took the time to take the driver's license test, get a household registration book, and take a photo of his ID card. After doing it, he did everything that would be a lot more convenient.
The woman looked up at the qualification certificate framed in glass on the wall and nodded. The old man stepped forward and sat on the stool with a smile, and stretched out his hand: "Little doctor, can you show it to me?"
"Hey, Dad, what if he lies to you and tells you he's sick even if he's not sick?" The woman wanted to stop her, but the old man waved his hand to signal her to be quiet.
Hua Ling stretched out her hand and took the old man's pulse: "It's okay. There is no charge for ordinary pulse checking. I just moved here and it hasn't opened yet."
But Hua Ling suddenly turned downcast and looked at the old man: "Old sir, have you not been sleeping well recently and are you prone to sweating?"
The old man nodded: "Have you really figured it out? Young people are immeasurable."
Hua Ling was stunned and looked at the old man in confusion: "Old sir, you... know there is something wrong with you? But it doesn't seem to be getting better..."
"It's okay, it's okay. Even if the disease cannot be cured, I'm already old." The old man smiled and waved his hand.
The woman frowned after hearing the conversation between the two, and came over to ask, "Doctor, what's wrong with my father?"
"The old gentleman is weak and needs recuperation... It's not a big deal." The hand that picked up the pen put it down again, "Do you want to buy medicine? If you don't need it, forget it."
"Buy some." The woman said and took out her wallet from her bag.
Hua Ling picked up some medicine and wrote on it: "I'll put it in a small package for you. Just take it out and soak it in water."
After saying that, Hua Ling got up and grabbed the medicine. After grabbing it, he put it into the wall-breaking machine to break it evenly. Then he put in the tea bag, sealed more than a dozen packages of medicine and handed it to the woman. The woman gave Hua Ling a banknote, and Hua Ling attached it.
Looking for change in the drawer.
"One pack can make about five cups like this. You don't need to change it every day, just soak it in the pot. Oh, by the way, you don't need to open the medicine pack when soaking in water." Hua Ling instructed.
Before leaving, the woman asked again: "Doctor, the cause of my father's disease..."
Hua Ling hesitated for a moment and answered: "It's nothing more than smoking, drinking, eating too much oil, too sweet, well... sometimes drinking too much tea can also happen."
When the woman looked at the old man, the old man smiled guiltily, and then the two of them left.
Hua Ling took out the banknote and looked at it. Lu Ya on the side opened the partition curtain and looked over: "Is it open?"
Hua Ling put the banknotes back in the drawer and stretched: "Yes - ah! Alas, the years are quiet."