The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 267 - 267 266 Walking the Dog

267: Chapter 266: Walking the Dog 267: Chapter 266: Walking the Dog The entrance of Wanbao Village looked just like the aftermath of a flash flood that had destroyed a dam: within five minutes, everyone had run off, leaving only a chaotic mess behind.

Zhong Xiao, following Liu Hun’s orders, slowly drove the car, keeping the speed steady so that the journalists could catch up.

Meanwhile, Liu Hun, sitting in the back seat, took out a new SIM card, sending a text message to each journalist whose contact information he had: “Yide Trade City 6-2, Jinxin Mining.”

“Liu Ye, it looks like a few cars have caught up behind us,” Zhong Xiao told Liu Hun.

As an excellent special forces soldier, his observational skills were top-notch.

“Speed up and shake them off.

Head straight to Yide Trade City,” Liu Hun leaned back in his seat, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

What was this called—walking the dog!

Zhong Xiao’s car soon reached the underground parking of Yide Trade City.

Why here?

Bai Lingfei had been very thoughtful in the planning because the trade city had four elevators going up and down, three of which were public, and one was for the tenants of the trade city—a convenience granted to them.

The two took the elevator up to the sixth floor of Yide Trade City.

As they got off, Liu Hun asked Zhong Xiao, “Can you get the elevator to stay here and wait?”

This wasn’t an easy thing for someone like Liu Hun who had only recently gotten used to these gadgets and didn’t understand their mechanics.

But for Zhong Xiao, it was as easy as drinking soup.

He simply loosened his tie and used it to press down on the elevator’s photoelectric sensor, fooling the system into thinking someone was at the door, and keeping it from closing.

“Impressive!” Liu Hun gave Zhong Xiao a thumbs up, then led him to 6-2.

Looking around, it indeed appeared completely cleared out.

At that moment, a man in a suit approached Liu Hun and said, “Are you Mr.

Liu?”

“Yes, I am.

And you are?” Liu Hun was certain he had never seen this character before.

The man in the suit said to Liu Hun, “I am Assistant to Lawyer Bai.

Here are the keys and lock for 6-2, and Lawyer Bai said that with these, you would look more convincing…” He finished speaking and handed Liu Hun a box filled with folders.

After completing these tasks, the man in the suit left.

Holding the box, Liu Hun said to Zhong Xiao, “Lock up 6-2.

When those paparazzi arrive, we’ll take the elevator and leave.”

Just as Zhong Xiao locked up 6-2, the public elevator “dinged!” and opened, and a swarm of journalists poured out.

The first to spot Liu Hun shouted, “Liu Hun!”

Liu Hun and Zhong Xiao turned and made for the tenants’ elevator.

Zhong Xiao swiftly pulled his tie, hitting the button for the first floor.

The two watched as a gaggle of journalists nearly reached the elevator door, only to despair as it closed in front of them.

Once out of the elevator and back in the car, Liu Hun tossed the box aside and said to Zhong Xiao, “Go to 31 Pingyuan Road in Anchang County.”

“Yes, sir!” Zhong Xiao was a man who carried out orders without unnecessary words or questions.

Sitting in the backseat, Liu Hun once again sent out a message to all the media reporters: “31 Pingyuan Road, Anchang County, Jinxin Mining.” After sending the message, he languidly flipped through the papers in the cardboard box Bai Lingfei had prepared for him.

He really didn’t see why he needed to lug around a useless box.

His hand casually picked up a book titled “An Actor Prepares.” The name sounded familiar, as if he’d seen it in a film from the Port before, but when he checked the author’s name, Stanislavsky, he suddenly remembered it should be Zhou Xingchi.

Bai Lingfei, oh Bai Lingfei, you’ve attempted to test me time and again, and now you even put a book here to mock me.

Well played, thought Liu Hun to himself as he carefully tucked the book away.

When Zhong Xiao arrived at 31 Taiping Road in Anchang County, he found a spacious, empty plot surrounded by walls with only a large Iron Gate for entry.

Inside, he saw piles of sand and gravel covered with tarps, seemingly quite a lot of material.

“Hmmph!

The belle of the school is here!

Can’t someone see me?!” Huang Zishan suddenly popped out from nowhere, giggling and bounding up to Liu Hun, grabbing his arm.

“That’s quite the entrance you have there.

Where’s the person I asked for?” Liu Hun asked Huang Zishan, already quite accustomed to her startling and unpredictable demeanor.

“Golly!

Over there…

Wow!

So many people!

What’s going on?!!” Huang Zishan was just about to explain to Liu Hun when the Iron Gate was suddenly forced open with a “clang,” and journalists carrying cameras surged in like a flood, swarming into the compound.

The scenario seemed to embody the sentiment of feeling depressed in spite of encountering beauty, for the journalists who entered abruptly blocked everyone inside, leaving not even a sliver of space.

It was clear—they weren’t going to let Liu Hun escape today!

“Mr.

Liu!

Why do you keep avoiding us time and time again?

Do you have some sort of unspeakable secret?”

“We have received a tip-off from informants that Jinxin Mining, originally leasing property 6-2 in Yide Trade City, is now deserted, and we have personally witnessed you and your assistant carrying important documents as you left for the last time.

Could you tell us if Jinxin Mining is really just a shell company as the rumors suggest?”

“Valued at five million, the mine is a national treasure.

Do you really have the capacity to exploit it?

Would a shell company like yours be considered fraudulent?

How should you explain this to the public?”

“…”

Liu Hun shielded Huang Zishan as he watched the reporters’ language become increasingly sharp and even aggressive.

He was pleased inside; he had fed them for days and then led them on for a while.

He knew very well that he had teased their curiosity to its peak.

“Ladies and gentlemen, please hear me out, hear me out,” Liu Hun said to the surrounding reporters, trying to speak up, but their emotions were entirely beyond his expectations; they were totally absorbed in their own world, just asking questions.

Before long, several large mobile reporting vehicles drove in, and Liu Hun, seeing this setup, thought to himself that they were really planning on making a big show of it.

“Hello, dear audience friends, I am currently located at 31 Pingyuan Road in Anchang County.

This is the new location of Jinxin Mining Company.

As everyone can see through our camera, there is nothing except piles of sand around, and the few work sheds in the distance also appear long-abandoned.

So, does a company like this truly have the ability to exploit the mines of Wanbao Village?

Is this behavior considered fraudulent, and should the mining rights Jinxin Mining bid for be returned to the Anchang County Committee?

With these questions in mind, let’s interview Liu Hun, the legal representative of Jinxin Mining Company.” The female reporter began her live interview with Liu Hun in the most professional manner.

Not to be outdone, other media TV stations also started to mimic the style.

Liu Hun didn’t expect to be on TV, especially in a live interview.

Indeed, life has no dress rehearsals, every moment is a live broadcast.

“Everyone guessed it right; this is the new location of Jinxin Mining Company,” Liu Hun finally managed to get a word in.

“As we suspected, this is the new location of Jinxin Mining Company.

But does this company possess the capabilities to exploit the mines of Wanbao Village?

Let’s continue to interview Liu Hun.” The female reporter finished speaking to the camera, then stretched the microphone towards Liu Hun.

“There’s a saying that seeing is believing.

To see if we have the strength, please come with me to take a look,” Liu Hun said, pointing to the shabby-looking work shed not far away, “That’s the office of Jinxin Mining Company.

Let’s all take a look.”

The reporters surrounded Liu Hun and followed him, as if escorting a prisoner, afraid that Liu Hun would slip away again.

They pressed on toward the work shed.

“So, we have now arrived at the door of this old, dilapidated work shed.

According to Liu Hun, this is the office site of Jinxin Company.

What kind of scene will we find as we open this rusty iron door?

Let’s find out together!” the female reporter said, indicating to the cameraman to follow her.

The surrounding reporters, not wanting to be left behind, raised their cameras above their heads if they weren’t live broadcasting – no one wanted to miss this exciting moment.

A pile of scrap metal?

A few laborers?

Cluttered, worthless furniture and equipment…

everyone was guessing in their minds, quietly waiting for Liu Hun, whose hand was already on the doorknob, to open the door.

“Creak!” Liu Hun turned the doorknob, and slowly opened the worn-looking iron door.

“Ratatat!

Xiao Li, bring me the latest season’s financial reports!

Yes, yes, that one, with three million after taxes.”

“Auntie Wang, please use less sugar in my mocha next time.

For dinner, switch to eel and chicken bone soup, and a Japanese-style seafood salad.”

“Hello!

This is Jinxin Mining, and we are very interested in that diamond mine in South Africa.

Our price will definitely not be lower than European companies; you can rest assured of that.”

“…”

The door that Liu Hun opened seemed to be the entrance to a Wall Street-listed company.

Inside were not scraps of metal or a group of laborers.

Instead, there were proper white-collar workers, all in suits and ties, busy at their computer desks.

The whole office space didn’t look anything like the dilapidated view from outside.

“The Truman Show?” The female reporter rubbed her eyes, then stuck her head out to look again, even scratching off a large patch of rust.

That’s right!

This is a typical workers’ shed!

Why does it look like Wall Street inside?

Huang Zishan then stepped forward, smiling at the crowd of reporters, “This is the office of Jinxin Mining Company.

Many of you may not understand.

I just want to say that there is no contradiction between the pursuit of profit and an artistic taste in the working environment.”

After Huang Zishan said this exceedingly pretentious remark, she sneakily winked at Liu Hun.

Liu Hun was taken aback for a moment – her electrifying gaze was indeed full of power.