Chapter 26
: Affirmation from Patients
The man in the suit's face darkened again, and he quickly stopped him, "No need, I think it's fine as it is."
After saying that, he pushed open the door, preparing to leave with the young woman.
The young woman frowned. "They probably wronged her about the ginseng, and they helped me produce milk, shouldn't they show their appreciation?"
The man in the suit nodded repeatedly. "Understood. I'll go get some money from the car."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out.
A brand new BMW X5 was parked not far away.
The license plate has three consecutive "leopard" numbers, which is enough to show that the car owner has some financial strength.
As the man in the suit got into the car to get his money, the young woman turned to Chen Huan and said, "Young man, your medical skills are quite good. Where did you learn them?"
"Besides massage, do you do anything else?"
Chen Huan grinned, "I can handle most common illnesses."
"Is it that amazing?" A slightly charming smile appeared on the young woman's originally cold and beautiful face.
Then he suddenly leaned close to Chen Huan's ear and whispered, "Your mouth is pretty sharp, isn't it? I'll remember that detail..."
Chen Huan felt slightly embarrassed.
I just couldn't help but express my feelings at the time, and I didn't expect that someone would hear me.
"Let me have your phone number. I might need to bother you again someday for a massage." The young woman winked at Chen Huan.
"Okay, we'll include after-sales service." Chen Huan readily gave out his phone number.
The reason he agreed so quickly was because he saw the man in the suit had already reached the door.
He was holding two bundles of banknotes, which should have been 20,000 yuan.
Such a generous and lavish person naturally needs after-sales service.
"Well, we're all principled people. We misunderstood you about the ginseng."
"This 10,000 yuan is for your emotional distress, and the other 10,000 yuan is for medical treatment." The man in the suit slammed the 20,000 yuan onto the counter.
His words and expression carried a hint of arrogance, and also a touch of mockery.
It's probably because they felt Chen Huan had taken advantage of the young woman, and now they're using money to intimidate him.
On the surface, it was the counter that was smashed, but in reality, it was Chen Huan's face that was slapped.
Chen Huan didn't care at all, and happily took the money and put it in her pocket. "Sister, give me a call next time you need a massage, and I'll come to your door."
"Available 24/7, on call anytime."
The man in the suit was furious after hearing this, but he couldn't show his anger in front of the young woman. In the end, he gritted his teeth, pushed the door open, and left.
"You said it yourself, so don't make excuses later." The young woman winked at Chen Huan, then slightly raised her face, adopting a cold and arrogant demeanor, and walked out.
"Hey beautiful, you forgot to bring the chicken soup." Kim Dae-sung, who hadn't had a chance to speak up until now, quickly reminded her.
"No, you can have it." The young woman said without turning her head.
"It's good to be rich." Chen Huan sighed thoughtfully as he watched the new BMW speed away.
"No way, money is a bastard, the more the better."
"Congratulations, bro! You've turned a bad thing into a good thing and made so much money all at once." Jin Dacheng winked at Chen Huan.
"Thank you, thank you," Chen Huan replied, turning her attention to the thermos containing the chicken soup.
"If you want to drink, I'll get you a bowl." Kim Dae-sung was very considerate.
He bent down and pulled out an antique-looking celadon bowl from the counter.
"Isn't this an antique? Using it to make chicken soup is such a waste!" Chen Huan asked with a strange expression.
Kim Dae-sung chuckled twice. "It depends on who it's for."
Chen Huan didn't take the bowl; instead, she put the lid on the thermos, picked it up, and prepared to leave.
"Hey, are you leaving already?" Kim Dae-sung hurriedly stopped him, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
"What do you mean? You want a bowl too?" Chen Huan shook the thermos in his hand.
"I'd never drink that!"
"Why are you so insensible, kid?" Kim Dae-sung grew increasingly anxious, his face showing annoyance.
He shook his head and said, "Let's go through this from the beginning. If I hadn't recognized you, would you have had the chance to earn those 20,000 yuan?"
"That lady is a celebrity around here. Look at that man, he's pretty fierce, isn't he? He's her kept man."
"You managed to touch such a top-quality woman and even made 20,000 yuan. You got a great deal, brother."
"As the saying goes, 'Don't forget the well-digger when you drink the water,' I did help you make the connection, so shouldn't you share some of the profits with me?"
Kim Dae-sung revealed his true purpose.
Chen Huan pursed her lips. "You just said to start from the beginning?"
Kim Dae-sung nodded. "Yes, maybe it was because I recognized you that I gave you this opportunity."
Chen Huan shook his head. "No, you wronged me and almost got me beaten up."
"I cleared my name and your name with my own abilities, saving you from a beating."
"So, in the end, I helped you out today and took the blame for you. Shouldn't you be a little more sensible and give me some money?"
"Three or five thousand is not too much, three or five hundred is not too little, you decide."
"Oh my god..." Kim Dae-sung was dumbfounded.
Chen Huan's set of words completely baffled him, and he was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat.
Chen Huan ignored him. He earned the money himself, so why should he give it to him?
This is how they prepare to push people away.
But just then, I saw the old man across the street carrying a birdcage smoking at the door.
Chen Huan asked, "Who owns that sauerkraut fish restaurant across the street?"
Kim Dae-sung blinked twice, then replied, "Then you've come to the right person."
"Most people don't know this; they all think that people who run small restaurants in this small place are ordinary people."
"But did you see that old man carrying the birdcage? He used to be the head chef of a big hotel in the province."
"Many important people would queue up just to have a taste of a dish cooked by him personally."
Chen Huan responded with an "Oh," and said, "No wonder you have such good taste."
Kim Dae-sung winked and said, "Why are you asking about this? Are you also interested in that proprietress?"
Looking at his sleazy appearance, Chen Huan frowned. "Why are you so perverted? You always think about things in that way."
"Um, is the proprietress pretty? What's her figure like?"
Jin Dacheng chuckled mischievously twice, "Brother, you really are one of us."
"Let's put it this way, that young woman was pretty stunning, but compared to the owner of the sauerkraut fish restaurant across the street, she was at least three points less attractive."
"If you come back around mealtime, you'll run into them."
"Also, brother, I've been running this shop here for several years now. I know everyone in this town, big and small. If you have any questions or anything you don't understand, just ask."
Seeing how sincere Kim Dae-sung was, Chen Huan reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of banknotes, which amounted to about a thousand yuan.
"Take it, consider it borrowing this place from you as a commission."
Kim Dae-sung narrowed his eyes to slits and quickly took it with both hands.
She kept rambling on, saying, "No wonder I feel we're so compatible. Yesterday, when you were selling ginseng, I could tell at a glance that you were an extraordinary person, not someone to be trifled with."
"That guy in the BMW will definitely be looking for you later. You need to seize this opportunity; you might just jump over social classes and turn your life around..."
After saying that, he pushed open the door, preparing to leave with the young woman.
The young woman frowned. "They probably wronged her about the ginseng, and they helped me produce milk, shouldn't they show their appreciation?"
The man in the suit nodded repeatedly. "Understood. I'll go get some money from the car."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran out.
A brand new BMW X5 was parked not far away.
The license plate has three consecutive "leopard" numbers, which is enough to show that the car owner has some financial strength.
As the man in the suit got into the car to get his money, the young woman turned to Chen Huan and said, "Young man, your medical skills are quite good. Where did you learn them?"
"Besides massage, do you do anything else?"
Chen Huan grinned, "I can handle most common illnesses."
"Is it that amazing?" A slightly charming smile appeared on the young woman's originally cold and beautiful face.
Then he suddenly leaned close to Chen Huan's ear and whispered, "Your mouth is pretty sharp, isn't it? I'll remember that detail..."
Chen Huan felt slightly embarrassed.
I just couldn't help but express my feelings at the time, and I didn't expect that someone would hear me.
"Let me have your phone number. I might need to bother you again someday for a massage." The young woman winked at Chen Huan.
"Okay, we'll include after-sales service." Chen Huan readily gave out his phone number.
The reason he agreed so quickly was because he saw the man in the suit had already reached the door.
He was holding two bundles of banknotes, which should have been 20,000 yuan.
Such a generous and lavish person naturally needs after-sales service.
"Well, we're all principled people. We misunderstood you about the ginseng."
"This 10,000 yuan is for your emotional distress, and the other 10,000 yuan is for medical treatment." The man in the suit slammed the 20,000 yuan onto the counter.
His words and expression carried a hint of arrogance, and also a touch of mockery.
It's probably because they felt Chen Huan had taken advantage of the young woman, and now they're using money to intimidate him.
On the surface, it was the counter that was smashed, but in reality, it was Chen Huan's face that was slapped.
Chen Huan didn't care at all, and happily took the money and put it in her pocket. "Sister, give me a call next time you need a massage, and I'll come to your door."
"Available 24/7, on call anytime."
The man in the suit was furious after hearing this, but he couldn't show his anger in front of the young woman. In the end, he gritted his teeth, pushed the door open, and left.
"You said it yourself, so don't make excuses later." The young woman winked at Chen Huan, then slightly raised her face, adopting a cold and arrogant demeanor, and walked out.
"Hey beautiful, you forgot to bring the chicken soup." Kim Dae-sung, who hadn't had a chance to speak up until now, quickly reminded her.
"No, you can have it." The young woman said without turning her head.
"It's good to be rich." Chen Huan sighed thoughtfully as he watched the new BMW speed away.
"No way, money is a bastard, the more the better."
"Congratulations, bro! You've turned a bad thing into a good thing and made so much money all at once." Jin Dacheng winked at Chen Huan.
"Thank you, thank you," Chen Huan replied, turning her attention to the thermos containing the chicken soup.
"If you want to drink, I'll get you a bowl." Kim Dae-sung was very considerate.
He bent down and pulled out an antique-looking celadon bowl from the counter.
"Isn't this an antique? Using it to make chicken soup is such a waste!" Chen Huan asked with a strange expression.
Kim Dae-sung chuckled twice. "It depends on who it's for."
Chen Huan didn't take the bowl; instead, she put the lid on the thermos, picked it up, and prepared to leave.
"Hey, are you leaving already?" Kim Dae-sung hurriedly stopped him, his expression somewhat unpleasant.
"What do you mean? You want a bowl too?" Chen Huan shook the thermos in his hand.
"I'd never drink that!"
"Why are you so insensible, kid?" Kim Dae-sung grew increasingly anxious, his face showing annoyance.
He shook his head and said, "Let's go through this from the beginning. If I hadn't recognized you, would you have had the chance to earn those 20,000 yuan?"
"That lady is a celebrity around here. Look at that man, he's pretty fierce, isn't he? He's her kept man."
"You managed to touch such a top-quality woman and even made 20,000 yuan. You got a great deal, brother."
"As the saying goes, 'Don't forget the well-digger when you drink the water,' I did help you make the connection, so shouldn't you share some of the profits with me?"
Kim Dae-sung revealed his true purpose.
Chen Huan pursed her lips. "You just said to start from the beginning?"
Kim Dae-sung nodded. "Yes, maybe it was because I recognized you that I gave you this opportunity."
Chen Huan shook his head. "No, you wronged me and almost got me beaten up."
"I cleared my name and your name with my own abilities, saving you from a beating."
"So, in the end, I helped you out today and took the blame for you. Shouldn't you be a little more sensible and give me some money?"
"Three or five thousand is not too much, three or five hundred is not too little, you decide."
"Oh my god..." Kim Dae-sung was dumbfounded.
Chen Huan's set of words completely baffled him, and he was so anxious that his forehead was covered in sweat.
Chen Huan ignored him. He earned the money himself, so why should he give it to him?
This is how they prepare to push people away.
But just then, I saw the old man across the street carrying a birdcage smoking at the door.
Chen Huan asked, "Who owns that sauerkraut fish restaurant across the street?"
Kim Dae-sung blinked twice, then replied, "Then you've come to the right person."
"Most people don't know this; they all think that people who run small restaurants in this small place are ordinary people."
"But did you see that old man carrying the birdcage? He used to be the head chef of a big hotel in the province."
"Many important people would queue up just to have a taste of a dish cooked by him personally."
Chen Huan responded with an "Oh," and said, "No wonder you have such good taste."
Kim Dae-sung winked and said, "Why are you asking about this? Are you also interested in that proprietress?"
Looking at his sleazy appearance, Chen Huan frowned. "Why are you so perverted? You always think about things in that way."
"Um, is the proprietress pretty? What's her figure like?"
Jin Dacheng chuckled mischievously twice, "Brother, you really are one of us."
"Let's put it this way, that young woman was pretty stunning, but compared to the owner of the sauerkraut fish restaurant across the street, she was at least three points less attractive."
"If you come back around mealtime, you'll run into them."
"Also, brother, I've been running this shop here for several years now. I know everyone in this town, big and small. If you have any questions or anything you don't understand, just ask."
Seeing how sincere Kim Dae-sung was, Chen Huan reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of banknotes, which amounted to about a thousand yuan.
"Take it, consider it borrowing this place from you as a commission."
Kim Dae-sung narrowed his eyes to slits and quickly took it with both hands.
She kept rambling on, saying, "No wonder I feel we're so compatible. Yesterday, when you were selling ginseng, I could tell at a glance that you were an extraordinary person, not someone to be trifled with."
"That guy in the BMW will definitely be looking for you later. You need to seize this opportunity; you might just jump over social classes and turn your life around..."