The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 97 - 97 97 No More Source of Income

97: Chapter 97 No More Source of Income 97: Chapter 97 No More Source of Income Liu Hun, of course, knew what was going on.

There was a large wet spot on the bed, without even a hint of smell would be strange.

However, he couldn’t tell Xiao Fang about it and just smiled, asking, “Brother Xiao, what brings you here in the middle of the night?”

As soon as the serious matter was mentioned, Xiao Fang forgot about the previous topic and said to Liu Hun, “Brother Ling, I’m heading back to the county city tomorrow.

I have a sister, she’s been to college and she’s pretty.

Well, she hasn’t been in a relationship yet, you know…”

Liu Hun immediately understood what was going on.

Xiao Fang was here to play matchmaker for him and quickly chuckled, saying, “Brother Xiao, there’s no rush with this matter.

Besides, we’ve been talking about it for half the night, isn’t it just a one-sided enthusiasm?”

“Exactly, exactly!

Look at my head, it must still be drunk!” Xiao Fang laughed heartily at Liu Hun.

The two sat together and chatted for quite a while, with Xiao Fang continuously praising the good things about the county city, especially the women there.

It wasn’t until after seeing Xiao Fang off that Liu Hun lifted the blanket and turned on the light.

Only then did he clearly see the woman in front of him—Fen Ran!

Looking at Fen Ran, who was sleeping soundly, Liu Hun didn’t have the heart to wake her.

He left the room, closing the door behind him and watched the sky that was about to dawn, recalling Xiao Fang’s words…

city women…

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away at the headquarters of Longhua Laboratory, a woman in high heels, leather jacket, leather pants, black-rimmed glasses, and orange lipstick angrily smashed a Petri dish to the ground.

This woman, exuding the strong aura of the queen, was Cai Yan!

Ever since she took the Dreamless Orchid ignited by Liu Hun from Wanbao Village, she had returned to the lab intending to cultivate the plant, only to face failure after failure.

“Wanbao Village!

Liu Hun!

Just you wait, I’ll expose your tricks sooner or later!” Cai Yan uttered, holding her arms across her chest, glaring into the void as if seeing Liu Hun’s face.

“Achoo!” Liu Hun sneezed, rubbing his nose and murmuring, “Is someone bad-mouthing me?” He looked up at the sky, where the sun was beginning to peek out.

After Xiao Fang returned to the county city, Liu Hun took the women back to Wanbao Village.

Along the way, the women chatted and laughed, but Fen Ran occasionally glanced at Liu Hun with a gaze as deep as an entangled yarn ball, almost suffocating.

Not long after returning to Wanbao Village, Mao’er brought some bad news from the Town’s Guest Cloud Restaurant.

“What did you say?

The Cooperative said there was a problem with our village’s goods?” Liu Hun asked Mao’er.

Last time, he had offended Bai Hongcai by selling cloth shoes, and he thought the Cooperative would at most lower the prices, as the village’s goods were top-notch.

But Bai Hongcai indeed dealt a nasty hand.

“Yes!

It was Sister Ying Nanhong who told me to hurry back and tell you.

She said many people in the town got stomachaches after buying the Cooperative’s goods.

The Cooperative said the cabbages, carrots, and mushrooms were sourced from our Wanbao Village.

They said if there’s an issue, they should go to Qin Yue, the village chief of Wanbao Village.” Mao’er said, sheepishly glancing around to ensure Qin Yue wasn’t present before adding, “Hehe!

I know that in our village, it’s your word that counts, Brother Hun.”

“Is there any other situation in town now?” Liu Hun asked Mao’er, worried that Bai Hongcai, after tarnishing Wanbao Village’s reputation, would no longer accept its goods.

That would ruin the reputation and cut off a way out, leaving Wanbao Village with no path.

“There’s nothing major for now, but Sister Ying Nanhong said we need to come up with a solution quickly.

Otherwise, if this gets out of hand, it won’t be good for us.” Mao’er reported to Liu Hun earnestly, seeing Ying Nanhong as someone extraordinary, seemingly aware of everything.

“Bai Hongcai, you strike first; I’ll strike back!

Let’s see whose methods are better!” Liu Hun murmured to himself, starting his schemes.

This time, he was determined to pave a way for Wanbao Village come what may.

Days later, in the director’s office of the town Cooperative, Bai Hongcai was lounging with his legs crossed, smoking, and asked Ren Youtian, “Any news from Dahongfa Shoe Industry?”

Ren Youtian slyly tucked a Changbai Mountain cigarette from Bai Hongcai behind his ear, lit his own Peony, and said to Bai Hongcai, “Director Bai, hasn’t that shoe-selling kid left quietly?

Now, this is our turf.

The people with Dahongfa aren’t fools; they are eager to collaborate with us!”

“Hmph!” Bai Hongcai puffed out a smoke ring, said smugly, “In this patch of land, I’m the real God of Wealth!”

“Exactly, exactly!

You’re the God of Wealth!

I’m the little ghost…

ah, no, I mean the child!

I’ll get rich with you!” Ren Youtian flattered with a laugh.

“By the way, any movements from that Liu guy in Wanbao Village?” Bai Hongcai asked Ren Youtian, gnashing his teeth in frustration at the mention of Liu Hun, who dared to stir things up.

“Not much movement yet.

Director Bai, that kid’s eyes are practically glued to his bottom; he’s heading straight for his doom!

But, those Wanbao Village goods are truly good.

My wife says the cabbages taste really nice!

Director Bai, if we sell adulterated goods, we’ll completely ruin our relationship with Wanbao Village.” Ren Youtian voiced his concerns, being a buyer who, along with his wife, recognized the quality of Wanbao Village’s produce—it would be a shame if they couldn’t get them anymore.

“You don’t understand a damn thing!” Bai Hongcai cursed Ren Youtian, “Crossing me, Bai Hongcai, means paying the price!

As long as the Cooperative is in our control, we decide how we sell and for how much!

Let Wanbao Village get lost; even if rotten cabbages come in, they’ll still fetch a good price!

Power is in our hands!

Don’t you understand power?”

“I do, I do!” Ren Youtian quickly nodded, though still pondering the cabbages from Wanbao Village.

As the two were chatting in the office, an officer stumbled in, “Director…

Director Bai, something’s wrong!”

“What nonsense are you spouting?

Was there a hearse crash or what?

Just barge in saying something’s wrong!

What’s wrong?” Bai Hongcai cursed, having just been discussing the nightclubs in the county with Ren Youtian, now interrupted.

“Director Bai, a lot of people gathered outside and surrounded the Cooperative!

They claim we’re selling fake goods and demand compensation!” The officer, gasping, finally made the report clear.

“Fools!

This is a good thing!” Bai Hongcai cheerfully stood up, “Ah!

Farmers, dear brothers…

this song truly resonates with the people!

Come on, let’s see how I fully leverage the people’s power!”

Bai Hongcai hummed a tune, leading Ren Youtian out of the office.

“What is this?

Look at this yourselves!

My wife bought your cabbage two months ago, said it’s great and wanted more!

Now look!

Out of ten pounds, one and a half are rotten!

Do you take me for a fool?”

“Exactly!

There’s a problem with the mushrooms I bought too!

My whole family got diarrhea, almost fought over the bathroom!

Our butts were nearly busted; you have to explain this today!”

“You charge more than many stalls at the fair.

Nobody would buy if your stuff wasn’t good!

Now there’s a problem, who are we going to if not you?

Compensation!

We must get it!”

“…”

Bai Hongcai strolled out leisurely, seemingly ready to bleed for the people, like the wrongdoer was not him but the neighbor Old Wang.

He coughed and said to the crowd, “Everyone!

Quiet please!

I’m Bai Hongcai, the director of the Cooperative.

Please listen to me.”

When people heard that an official was present, they immediately quieted down.

“This matter, I’ve understood thoroughly, and I deeply empathize with everyone’s feelings.

Frankly speaking, our Cooperative is also a victim.

We had no idea!” Bai Hongcai said, gritting his teeth, “Think about it, we don’t grow or produce food at the Cooperative.

All these things are sourced from the villages, right?

Whatever they sell us, we sell to you, serving the people entirely!”

“Then tell us, which village are the rotten cabbages from?

We’ll go find them!” A villager shouted from the crowd.

Bai Hongcai almost couldn’t hold back his laughter, but managed to “laugh” it out from behind, sending a strong scent of green onions towards Ren Youtian who was behind him.

Yet, Bai Hongcai maintained his just-for-the-people persona, “Wanbao Village!

I never expected Baoshan…”

“Bang bang bang chime chime…

the gong beats!

Let’s boast about Baoshan cabbage, worth three others…”

Just as Bai Hongcai was about to blame Wanbao Village, the sound of gongs and drums erupted from the crowd’s outskirts.

Everyone craned their necks toward the sound, no one paid Bai Hongcai any attention, and everyone was curious—what was happening?

Liu Hun wanted this effect.

After several experiences selling shoes, he devised a rapid stage setup method, incorporating many entertaining elements he heard and saw.

Once the drums and stage were set, Bai Hongcai’s earlier performance became trivial.

“Clang!” Liu Hun banged a gong on stage, immediately capturing everyone’s attention, “People from nearby villages, do you remember me?”

“We do!

Aren’t you the cloth shoe seller!

By the way, any more of those shoes?

I think they’re really good!

If you have some, I’ll buy more!” A villager recognized Liu Hun, seizing the opportunity to ask.

Seeing Liu Hun stage a show at the Cooperative entrance, Bai Hongcai was displeased, “This fool!

He’s taking it too far!” He was about to lead Ren Youtian and others to dismantle the setup but instead pulled Ren Youtian close and whispered a plan.