C115 – Bring the Car!


    Mrs. Chen had barely stepped out when she spotted a man sitting on the couch. It was President Chen, and he was startled by her sudden scream.


    He was in the midst of contemting how to express his gratitude to Su Ming when the piercing shriek interrupted his thoughts.


    “What’s going on?” President Chen asked with urgency.


    “When did you get back?” Mrs. Chen’s voice was a mix of surprise and relief upon seeing her husband, though her heart still raced.


    “I got backst night, saw you were sleeping deeply, and didn’t want to wake you,” he exined, visibly rxing.


    “But why are you here? Weren’t you supposed to stay in the hospital?” she inquired, her concern evident.


    “I’ve recovered,” President Chen dered, rising to his feet.


    “This time, you need to heed my advice. No more hiding behind work; your health is paramount. Wait, you’re better?” Mrs. Chen’s astonishment was palpable.


    He had been down with a severe cold, and the doctor had even warned of a near miss with pneumonia. She had left the hospital at six the evening before, and President Chen had been in considerable difort.


    Could he really be well already?


    “It can’t be!” Stunned, Mrs. Chen stood frozen, rubbing her eyes in disbelief.


    “I truly am better,” President Chen assured her with a heartyugh. “I’m starving. Make me something to eat, will you? Honestly, it was Mr. Su’s medicine that did the trick. He’s quite remarkable.”


    “Mr. Su?” Mrs. Chen recognized the name; her husband had a major client by that surname.


    Without further questions, she nodded briskly and scurried to the kitchen to prepare a meal.


    Meanwhile, President Chen pondered, “What should I offer as a token of my appreciation to Mr. Su?”


    Su Ming, having risen early, had already plowed the field. Wang’s visit the day before had kept him from his tasks, but today he was determined to catch up.


    After finishing with the plow, Su Ming surveyed his seeds, contemting his next choice of crop. He had grown a variety of vegetables before, but he wasn’t inclined to rent the same ones anytime soon; they simply didn’t pique his interest anymore.


    Then, his eyesnded on the corn seeds. Corn, a staple and significant economic crop in the country, was versatile—consumed by both humans and livestock, and its oil was an essential in many households.


    Su Ming brought a wealth of nting experience from his hometown. He would dig a hole in the soil, sprinkle a bit of fertilizer, drop in some seeds, and then cover it up. Since corn is typically produced inrge quantities, the nting was done at a high density. Su Ming was confident that with this round of nting, he would achieve another level up.


    After a morning of hard work, he had the ground covered in corn. He proceeded to fertilize and water the crops to boost yield and reduce growth time. “Corn sessfully nted. Harvestable in 36 hours.” Su Ming paused, realizing the actual growth cycle for corn wasn’t short. It appeared the System’s timing was arbitrary.


    Once he finished up in the field, Su Ming grabbed a bite to eat and drove to the car dealership, which hadn’t opened for business in days, though the staff had beening in daily. They all knew Su Ming’s license te by heart. “He’s here!” Eyes brightened as a sleek car pulled up—they had been waiting for Su Ming for days.


    Inside, Zhou Hai was poring over documents when the door burst open. He looked up, ready to rebuke the intruder, but the man’s face was alight with excitement. “He’s here?” “Yes, he’s here!” Zhou Hai was on his feet and out the door in an instant.


    He made his way to the entrance, took a deep breath, and greeted the young man in slippers with an enthusiastic smile. “Mr. Su!” Zhou Hai approached Su Ming, offering a hearty handshake. “Are you here to collect all the cars today?” “Indeed, I’ve just finished building my underground garage,” Su Ming replied with a smile.


    The sales staff overheard and were impressed. Su Ming had constructed an underground garage just for his fleet of cars! It must have taken months to build, indicating Su Ming had nned this well in advance. He spoke with such nonchnce, as if he were discussing storing cabbages in a root cer.


    “Mr. Su, we’ve kept your car here, and all the paperwork is ready,” they informed him. “The license tes are all set as well.” Su Ming examined the documents carefully, finding everything in order.


    “Thanks for your effort, but thebined insurance payout for all these cars is quite a substantial amount,” Su Ming acknowledged with a smile.


    Zhou Hai vigorously shook his head. “We’re just following orders from our superiors,” he insisted.


    Hearing this, Su Ming found it difficult to object.


    It was clear what Zhou Hai was after—he was keen on forging a friendship with Su Ming.


    Su Ming was known for hisid-back nature; apart from his work on the farm, he preferred not to get his hands dirty with other tasks. Should he need assistance in the future, a simple phone call to Zhou Hai would suffice, and Zhou Hai would undoubtedly handle it with aplomb.