Chapter 501 — Some Left Over
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Brother Kang, this is Brother Chengtian of the Iron Hand Wu family!" Once inside, Xiao Wangdao made the introductions to Kang Jinglong.
"Oh? Brother Chengtian, hello. We've met before!" Kang Jinglong said with a smile, extending his hand to Wu Chengtian. "This is my fiancée, Wang Xinyan! Xinyan, this is Brother Chengtian, the finest of the Iron Hand Wu family's younger generation—our idol!"
"Ha, you flatter me!" Kang Jinglong's words left Wu Chengtian greatly pleased. "Zhaolong, you certainly have a way with words. You'll have to drink a couple extra cups with me later!"
"No problem!" Kang Jinglong readily agreed. He was a good student, but no bookworm—on the contrary, he was thoroughly cunning, and he knew very well how to curry favor with Wu Chengtian.
Wang Xinyan, meanwhile, sat quietly in her seat without a word, listening to her MP3, as though everything around her had nothing to do with her at all.
Seeing that Wang Xinyan said nothing, Kang Jinglong was rather helpless, but fortunately Wu Chengtian did not mind in the least. He sat there and fell into conversation with Xiao Wangba...
Wei Zhao delivered the twenty bottles of "premium edition" trauma medicine he had prepared to Fatty Lai's room. Fatty Lai had not expected Wei Zhao to finish so quickly. Beyond his astonishment, he was endlessly impressed by his own brilliant decision to follow Wei Zhao. "Boss... how should we price this premium edition of the Golden Wound Medicine?"
"You figure it out." Wei Zhao would not interfere with the pricing of auction items like this, since everyone attending the auction was a wealthy merchant or tycoon—it did them no harm to bleed a little.
"Fine!" With Wei Zhao's carte blanche, Fatty Lai found it much easier to act on his own. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Er... boss, this deluxe-grade trauma medicine - can I join the bidding?"
"You need this?" Wei Zhao gave him an odd look. A man ought to have no use for such a thing. Wei Zhao himself bore a few scars left over from fights, but he had never thought of having them removed; there was simply no need.
"Heh heh, it's for my wife. A few years back she had her appendix out, and it left a scar..." Fatty Lai trailed off, a little embarrassed. "You know how it is - every time we get intimate, that scar bothers me, and my wife's a vain one besides. She can't wear crop tops in summer..."
"All right, I get it..." Wei Zhao saw that Fatty Lai was rambling on without end and waved a hand. "I've still got some left over in my room. I was going to throw it out anyway - if you need it, take it."
"What? Throw it out?" Fatty Lai nearly keeled over. "Boss, this stuff is money! What a waste to throw it away - you might as well be chucking cash in the bin!"
"I mixed up too much of it and ran out of bottles. It's in the way on my bed, and I still need to sleep at night." Wei Zhao shrugged indifferently. Cheap stuff like this, he truly did not much care about.
"I've got room at my place - I'll go without sleep!" Fatty Lai counted himself lucky. A moment later and he would have been left with nothing at all.