Chapter 451 — One More Underling
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"You're giving up your family's business?" Wei Zhao found it hard to figure out what Fatty Lai was after.
"Doctor Lin, the family business has all gone to my big brother. I don't want it, and I don't care for it—saves me from scheming and backstabbing all day long." Fatty Lai chuckled. "Besides, I figure sticking with you is a far better prospect than messing around with family businesses! Doctor Lin, mark my words, your company is bound to be even more impressive than that Doctor Kang Pharmaceutical Group. By then, as the group's professional manager and your spokesman, won't I have risen to the heavens? And once my big brother realizes how important the Life-Extending Detox Pill is—heh heh—he'll be on his knees, weeping and begging me!"
"On his knees? Is that so rare? Don't you cry on your knees all the time?" Hearing Fatty Lai's words, Wei Zhao could not help but admire the man's boldness—he had actually abandoned his family business to come work with him.
"Heh heh, that's different. You're a miracle doctor. With anyone else, I wouldn't go crying on my knees." Fatty Lai said, a little embarrassed.
Wei Zhao had assumed the fellow was born a crybaby, but it turned out he only did it for him—which gave Wei Zhao a serious headache.
"Your idea is a good one, but this pharmaceutical group of mine was just a passing whim. Whether I can keep it going, or whether there will be new products to develop—none of that is certain yet!" Wei Zhao had to get the ugly truth out front. Who knew how his own road would unfold? Even the old man at home had no clear answer.
"No problem, Doctor Lin. How about you take me on as your underling?" Fatty Lai was a smart man and had long since seen the truth: Wei Zhao was no ordinary person, and following him would never be a losing proposition.
Money—Fatty Lai, raised from childhood in a wealthy household, no longer valued it much. What he pursued was fame and status, and Wei Zhao could help him realize that dream perfectly.
Being someone's underling was not much fun—but it depended on whose underling you were. As Wei Zhao's, Fatty Lai was a hundred percent willing! How extraordinary was Wei Zhao? With medical skills like his, every great family and power would scramble to curry favor with him. Who did not fall ill, who did not age and die? And if Wei Zhao could delay their deaths, would they not come flocking like ducks to feed?
And then, though he would be a mere follower, he would be Wei Zhao's spokesman to the outside world! Wei Zhao was busy every day—when would he have time to deal with all those outsiders? Once this underling stepped forward—heh heh...
Just thinking about it made Fatty Lai feel wonderful. What was one electronics industrial park? His big brother was truly short-sighted. Look at him—how brilliant his decision had been, made on the spot!
A man has to be thick-skinned, has to be a crybaby. Look at him—thick-skinned and a crybaby both, and had he not already won Wei Zhao's goodwill? "You want to be my underling?" Wei Zhao looked at Fatty Lai oddly. "I don't lack underlings."
"Not so, not so. Chief Wei Zhao, hear me out!" Fatty Lai began his analysis, and his way of addressing Wei Zhao slipped into "Chief" as well, which left Wei Zhao somewhat exasperated. "Chief, think of your standing! Once the pharmaceutical group is founded, there will surely be great families coming to beg for medicine, and every one of them will want to see you. Can you possibly meet them all? You are already busy every day, and you still have to chase women and enjoy life—where would you find the time to deal with them? That is when you need an underling to handle these matters for you! And I happen to be just right for the job!"
Wei Zhao thought it over. There was no lack of sense in what Fatty Lai said, so he replied, "But I already have an underling."