Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World
Chapter 126 - 32 Cooperation

Chapter 126: Chapter 32 Cooperation

Tang Lingwu’s family dining room.

Zheng Fa, along with Tang Lingwu and her mother, sat at the table.

The dishes on the table were not lavish, and they didn’t even look refined, all being common home-cooked meals.

But Tang Lingwu seemed a little surprised: "Mom, did you cook today?"

Mrs. Ye smiled with pursed lips and glanced at Zheng Fa: "Didn’t I tell you? Today we need to thank Mr. Zheng, and it’s sincere only if Mom cooks!"

Perhaps to show closeness, maybe even with some notion of confidentiality.

Only the three of them, Zheng Fa’s group, were in the entire dining room.

"Come! Have some chicken wings!"

Mrs. Ye reached out and moved a plate of cola chicken wings from in front of Tang Lingwu to Zheng Fa’s right side, laughing as she said: "Ling Wu loved this dish most when she was little, you try it!"

Zheng Fa looked up at Tang Lingwu.

She held chopsticks, her eyes fixated on the plate of chicken wings, her expression full of astonishment.

It was apparent that she truly loved these chicken wings.

"And also meatballs, Ling Wu likes these meaty dishes!"

"Back when our family wasn’t so wealthy and my health was still good, Ling Wu loved the meals I cooked. I fattened her up round and cute, but now that she’s grown up, she’s not as cute as before."

Listening to Mrs. Ye’s sigh.

Zheng Fa looked at the plates almost piling over in front of him and fell silent.

Mrs. Ye, you remember so well what Ling Wu loved to eat as a child; it sounds like a deep mother-daughter bond.

But let Tang Lingwu eat, won’t you?

Can’t you see the girl is moved, with her chopsticks hanging in mid-air for ages, and she hasn’t even tasted her favorite dish?

It seemed Ling Wu noticed Zheng Fa’s gaze, she pouted her lips, not looking at Zheng Fa, and just picked up a piece of bok choy in front of her, nibbling it bit by bit like a little hamster, her expression somewhat aggrieved, clearly not liking this dish.

Zheng Fa gently pushed the chicken wings in front of himself towards Tang Ling Wu.

Catching a glimpse of the chicken wings, Tang Lingwu’s nose slightly wrinkled, she pursed her lips and smiled, then picked up a piece of chicken wing and started nibbling.

Mrs. Ye looked at Zheng Fa, then glanced at her daughter; the smile on her face became more evident.

After the meal.

The housekeeper cleared the leftovers from the table, and the three drank tea while discussing serious matters.

"I heard from Ling Wu that you’re planning to build a nursing home?"

When saying this, Mrs. Ye’s tone couldn’t help but carry some doubts.

Obviously, to her, the thought of such a young man like Zheng Fa entering this industry was somewhat incomprehensible.

Zheng Fa looked at Tang Lingwu, not knowing what the girl had told her mother, and could only nod toward Mrs. Ye.

"Auntie just wants to ask..." Mrs. Ye looked a bit nervous: "Is there anything I can help with?"

Why are you asking so meekly to help?

"The main issue with the nursing home right now is the location." Zheng Fa thought for a moment and said: "I have some requirements for the landscape and terrain."

"Like this..." Mrs. Ye glanced at Tang Lingwu, clearly her daughter hadn’t discussed this with her before, she thought for a while and said: "What specific requirements do you have?"

"First, it would be best if it’s closer to Beijing or other major cities."

This isn’t just for Zheng Fa’s consideration for university.

It also because of the talent pool in big cities.

"Second, we need people to go into the mountains to survey some initial suitable locations."

"That’s simple, I can hire a professional survey team," Mrs. Ye said.

No problem there, but Mrs. Ye’s next words made Zheng Fa a bit stunned:

"Location, permits, roads, construction — I can solve all these for you."

"This..."

...Auntie, that’s quite a big undertaking.

Even if I don’t know how much money these specifics entail.

But it’s definitely not a small amount.

Even Zheng Fa believed it would be quite an investment for Tang Lingwu’s family.

"Before, I went to the hospital for a check-up." Seemingly noticing the surprise on Zheng Fa’s face, Mrs. Ye suddenly brought up another matter: "The doctor said my results were unbelievably good."

"..."

"I didn’t believe it at first, so I went to Beijing to get checked again."

Mrs. Ye looked at Zheng Fa and said: "Everything is fine, I’ve had this illness for over a decade... only the medicine kept increasing and the results got worse every day, never improving."

"You mean..." Zheng Fa hesitated.

"As long as you continue treating me, whether you want to build a nursing home or a royal palace in the mountains... I’m willing to invest."

In Mrs. Ye’s eyes, there was a profound plea.

Zheng Fa still didn’t quite believe it; he could understand Mrs. Ye’s urgency in treating her illness.

But to promise such a large investment right from the start—in his mind, it actually made no sense.

Rich people were just rich, not foolish, especially those like Tang Lingwu’s parents who made their fortune from scratch—the first generation—they wouldn’t be stingy, but they wouldn’t throw money around without care.

Mrs. Ye’s generosity made Zheng Fa even more hesitant.

It seemed like Mrs. Ye noticed Zheng Fa’s distrust; she smiled and explained, "Do you know how Ling Wu’s dad made his fortune?"

Zheng Fa shook his head.

Tang Lingwu also looked curious on her face, clearly unfamiliar with these stories before.

"At that time, our family business had just started and could only be considered modestly established," Mrs. Ye said with a nostalgic expression, "There was an opportunity, but it required a lot of money."

"At that time, neither Ling Wu’s dad nor I had enough money; we had to go to banks, borrow from various friends and relatives."

Mrs. Ye glanced at the two, then continued, "At that time, we also hesitated, not knowing whether to invest so much; if the project failed, not only would our family be bankrupted—but we would also be burdened with debt."

"What happened later?" Tang Lingwu asked.

"Later on, Ling Wu’s father happened to meet a master from the south..."

"..."

"The master calculated for him and said that this opportunity was the biggest chance of his life," Mrs. Ye sighed, "Then, we decided, took all our savings, and invested in it."

Zheng Fa didn’t need to ask what happened later.

Just thinking about Tang Zhiqiang’s current glory said it all.

"From that time on, I knew there were some extraordinary people in this world—meeting them was my good fortune."

Mrs. Ye said softly as she looked at Zheng Fa.

Clearly, in her eyes, Zheng Fa was almost equivalent to that master.

After a long silence, Zheng Fa finally spoke, "Mrs. Ye, feudal superstition shouldn’t be believed!"

Tang Lingwu stared at him for a long time; a question mark slowly appearing on her face, her eyes saying one thing—You practice cultivation, and you say this is feudal superstition?

Zheng Fa was serious.

Fortune-telling was something he hadn’t heard much about in the Xuanwei Realm, of course, it might also be because his cultivation was too low.

But modern times had no Spiritual Energy.

This whole thing sounded even more unreliable.

"I understand, I understand, this matter should not be made public."

"It’s really not..."

"Mr. Zheng, your massage techniques...are way too coarse."

Mrs. Ye’s comment silenced Zheng Fa.

Seeing him quiet, Mrs. Ye smiled lightly, openly saying, "Of course, I am willing to put forth so much because I also want to cooperate with you in the future."

"Cooperate?"

"No matter what you used to cure me," Mrs. Ye chuckled, "I just hope that when I need your help to treat someone in the future, you can lend a hand, of course, money is not a problem."

Zheng Fa suddenly realized.

Mrs. Ye was talking about helping to build a nursing home and was even ready to spare no expense.

She didn’t even mention sharing stakes—it seemed it was for this matter.

As Zheng Fa seemed to realize this, Mrs. Ye said meaningfully, "Some people’s lives cannot be measured with money."

After discussing for a while, Zheng Fa and Mrs. Ye agreed that they still had to let an inspection team take a look first.

As for how to build a nursing home and how to cooperate, those were matters for the future.

...

Xuanwei Realm.

On the eighth peak of Jiushan, Sun Daoyu was escorting Zhou Qianyuan up the mountain.

"These past few days, Master hasn’t been very happy."

Sun Daoyu said with a frown.

"Mm."

Zhou Qianyuan’s distracted response came through.

Sun Daoyu looked back at his junior brother, sighing internally: Here was another unhappy one.

But he understood Junior Zhou’s heart knot.

In the end, it was due to some recent events that caused Junior Zhou and Master to drift apart...

Even he felt that Junior Zhou’s grievances were justified—just out of respect for Master, he found it inappropriate to comment.

Thinking this, Sun Daoyu could only shake his head and look ahead.

"Eh? Isn’t that Zheng Fa?"

He exclaimed in surprise, seeing a figure on the mountain path.