Chapter 501 — Some Left Over
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Good, wonderful. Brother Chengtian, please get in!" Xiao Wangba ushered Wu Chengtian into the car, and only then did he and Xiao Wangdao climb in themselves.
"Brother Kang, this is Brother Chengtian of the Iron Hand Wu family!" Once in the car, Xiao Wangdao made the introductions to Kang Zhaolong.
"Oh? Brother Chengtian, hello. We've met before!" Kang Zhaolong said with a smile, extending a hand to Wu Chengtian. "This is my fiancée, Wang Xinyan. Xinyan, this is Brother Chengtian, the outstanding one of the Iron Hand Wu family's younger generation — our idol!"
"Ha, you flatter me!" Kang Zhaolong had put Wu Chengtian in a very good mood. "Zhaolong, you're the one who knows how to talk. You'll have to drink a couple extra cups with me later!"
"No problem!" Kang Zhaolong agreed readily. He was a good student, but no bookworm — on the contrary, he was a thoroughly devious sort, and he knew well enough to curry favor with Wu Chengtian now.
Wang Xinyan, meanwhile, sat quietly, not saying a word, listening to her MP3 player, as though everything around her had nothing to do with her.
Seeing that Wang Xinyan would not speak, Kang Zhaolong was quite helpless, but fortunately Wu Chengtian did not mind at all. He sat there and struck up a conversation with Xiao Wangba...
Wei Zhao delivered the twenty bottles of "deluxe" wound medicine he had prepared to Fatty Lai's room. Fatty Lai had not expected Wei Zhao to finish so quickly. Astonished, he also felt boundless admiration for himself and his brilliant decision to follow Wei Zhao. "Boss... how should we price this deluxe version of the wound medicine?"
"Do as you see fit." Wei Zhao would not interfere with the pricing of such auction goods, for everyone attending the auction was a wealthy merchant or tycoon; making them bleed a little was no great matter.
"All right!" With Wei Zhao's full delegation of authority, Fatty Lai could operate freely. After a moment's hesitation, he said, "Um... Boss, this deluxe wound medicine — can I take part in the auction?"
"You need this?" Wei Zhao gave Fatty Lai a strange look. Men hardly had any use for such a thing, did they? Wei Zhao himself bore a few scars from fights, but he had never thought of getting rid of them — there was no need.
"Heh heh, it's my old woman. A few years back she had her appendix out and it left a scar..." Fatty Lai grew a little embarrassed here. "You know how it is — every time we get intimate, that scar bothers me, and my wife's a vain one too. In summer she can't wear a crop top..."
"All right, I get it..." Wei Zhao waved a hand, seeing that Fatty Lai was rambling on without end. "I've still got some left over in my room. I was going to throw it out, but if you need it, take it."
"Huh? Throw it out?" Fatty Lai nearly fainted. "Boss, this is money we're talking about! What a waste to throw it away — it's like throwing money in the trash!"
"I mixed up a bit extra 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. It was a low-cost item; he truly did not much care.
"I've got room. I won't sleep!" Fatty Lai thought himself lucky — if he had spoken a moment later, nothing would have been left!
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