Chapter 109: The Way of Making Money

  Qin Lang smiled and said: "Uncle Hua, you're too polite. If there's anything I can help with, just say it. We're neighbors after all, and lending a hand is only natural."

  Old man Hua saw Qin Lang's straightforwardness and smiled: "Then I won't beat around the bush. Actually, I think you can guess it too, Little Qin. The favor I want to ask of you is about my heart condition."

  Qin Lang furrowed his brow and said, "Master Hua, are you asking me to help you unblock your meridians again? It's only been half a month, surely your heart meridian hasn't become blocked once more?"

  "Of course not." Old Hua waved his hand and said, "Last time you helped me unblock my heart meridian, the effect was exceptionally good. Later when I went to the hospital for a check-up, the doctor said that my heart is more vibrant than before, and this effect has continued until now. As long as it's properly maintained, the possibility of the heart meridian getting blocked again is extremely low."

  Qin Lang hesitated and said: "Since it's like this, then Master Hua, what do you want me to help you with?"

  "It's like this," said Old Man Hua. "This time, the doctor was very interested in my heart problem improving. But I also know that using martial arts to cure illnesses is not something you can tell doctors about, and they won't acknowledge it, so I didn't tell him. But the doctor did say that if I could often use the same method to nourish and stimulate my heart, maybe my heart disease would be completely cured."

  The old man sighed, revealing a self-deprecating bitter smile: "When I was as young as you, I wouldn't care about my body, even life and death were nothing to me. As long as I could achieve my goals in my heart, I would sacrifice myself at any time. But when I got older, I became afraid of death, feeling that the world hadn't been seen enough, there were still many things worth lingering over, fearing that one day, with a blink of an eye, it would be impossible to open again. So, little Qin, if you're willing, can you help me, an old man, thoroughly cure this heart disease? Even if I will eventually die, I want to see the prosperity of this country for a few more years."

  "In this world, everyone is afraid of death, but few dare to admit it. Grandpa Hua's candor makes me admire him greatly." Qin Lang showed a respectful attitude, but immediately shook his head and said: "However, if you continue to use force to unblock the meridians, I'm afraid I won't be able to help you."

  Old man Hua sighed in disappointment: "I know I've put you in a difficult position, little Qin. Let's just consider it an old man's nonsense and drop the matter."

  Qin Lang waved his hand and said, "Grandpa Hua, don't misunderstand me. I'm not refusing to help you, but rather continuing to unblock your meridians. In fact, it won't be beneficial for your heart. That doctor who gave the diagnosis must not have understood the situation, so he made an incorrect judgment. However, although this method won't work, I do have a way to cure Grandpa Hua's heart disease."

  "Oh?" Old Master Hua was taken aback, then exclaimed with great joy: "Xiao Qin, whatever method you have, just say it out loud. As long as it can cure my heart disease, I'm willing to pay any price."

  "Has Master Hua ever heard of alchemy?" Qin Lang asked.

  "Alchemizing elixirs?" Old Man Hua exclaimed in surprise, "I used to have dealings with Taoist priests due to my work and I've also seen alchemy before. Little Qin, your method wouldn't happen to be using medicinal pellets to treat my heart disease, would it?"

  "Not bad." Qin Lang nodded affirmatively and briefly explained the method.

  Hua Lao Ye Zi was not a master of alchemy, so he didn't quite understand, but seeing Qin Lang's confident appearance, he could affirm that his heart disease might really be cured by this young man.

  "What do I need to prepare?" Old Man Hua asked with great enthusiasm.

  Qin Lang shook his head and said, "No need for that. Refining the elixir requires medicinal materials, which I can prepare myself. It just so happens that I have some free time these few days, so I'll go to the market and buy the materials back."

  "That's all up to you, Little Qin." Old Master Hua nodded gratefully and suddenly remembered something. He got up and said: "Wait a minute, Little Qin, I'll get you something."

  In a short while, Old Master Hua hastily left and reappeared in front of Qin Lang, with an additional bank card in his hand.

  "Xiao Qin, take this card. There's one million yuan on it and the password is six ones. Whatever materials you need to buy, just deduct from this amount. If it's not enough, I'll give you more. And if there's any leftover, it's all yours. As for your pay, we'll calculate that separately."

  Old Man Hua made a gesture to hand the bank card to Qin Lang, but Qin Lang didn't take it and instead shook his head saying: "Old Man Hua, you're not trying to kill me with kindness, are you? It's just a small favor, no need for any reward. Besides, that little bit of money for the medicine, I can still afford it."

  Old Hua's face sank and he said, "Xiao Qin, a word for a word, don't argue with me about this kind of thing. If you won't take this card, I'd rather not be treated for my illness."

  Qin Lang had no choice but to take back the card.

  According to his plan, the money needed to buy those medicinal materials would be at most one or two hundred thousand. In other words, out of this one million, at least seven or eight hundred thousand was his free gain, not counting the after-the-fact reward.

  Suddenly, an idea popped up in Qin Lang's mind.

  "Isn't this just a suitable way to make a fortune?"

  At present, Qin Lang is worried about money. Although the police have a considerable reward on their side, and he has some money in his hands, compared to the huge expenses that may be incurred during future cultivation, this money is simply a drop in the bucket, insignificant.

  So, Qin Lang must seize every opportunity to make money.

  However, before that, he had not found a reasonable way to make money, but now it has made him discover that he can use the means of helping people cure diseases to make money.

  Just as Qin Lang was pondering, the courtyard door was suddenly knocked on.

  "The door is not closed, come in!" Old Man Hua shouted.

  The gate was pushed open and two people walked in one after another.

  "Ah, it's Little Cai! How did you come? Did you get some good flowers again?" Old Master Hua smiled at the person who just walked in.

  This man is not tall, with dark skin, and his clothes as well as his face are very ordinary. The only exception is a pair of eyes that reveal the shrewdness of a businessman.

  "Don't worry, as long as I have good goods here, I will naturally send them to you at the first time. But today, I didn't come to deliver flowers and grasses to you." Little Cai smiled with a nod and a bow.

  "Oh? Then why did you come here?" Old Master Hua was somewhat curious, and immediately turned his gaze to the man following behind Little Cai, asking: "By the way, who is this?"

  "Let me introduce you." Little Cai hurriedly introduced, "This is Ma Youwei, Teacher Ma. He's a renowned expert in folk flowers and plants."

  The man known as Ma Shi, in terms of dress and demeanor, indeed had the air of a successful person. He was around forty to fifty years old, which compared to Old Man Hua, could only be considered young.

  "Oh?" Old Master Hua immediately became enthusiastic and walked a few steps forward, extending his hand to Teacher Ma: "Ah, sorry about that."

  "The old gentleman was being polite." Ma Youwei also stretched out his hand and shook hands with Old Master Hua.

  Just as Old Man Hua and Ma Youwei's hands were clasped together, no one noticed that Qin Lang in the yard suddenly changed color and looked out of the courtyard with a strange gaze.

  "It's strange, why do I have a feeling of being locked in by someone?"

  Qin Lang furrowed his brow and carefully discerned, but the more he felt that he was not mistaken, someone had indeed locked down this courtyard.

  But the specific person locked down was not him, but a man named Ma Youwei, also known as Teacher Ma.

  Qin Lang could even feel the chill of murderous intent from that lock, which made him greatly perplexed. He didn't know if it was Ma Youwei who had brought this about or if there were originally people monitoring Huadao's residence.

  But this lock came quickly and went quickly. Just as Old Man Hua and Ma Youwei finished shaking hands and parted ways, that strange lock disappeared.

  But Qin Lang could feel that the person behind him had not really disappeared, but was still monitoring this place.