Chapter 380 — Go and Fetch It Back
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But Fatty Lai thought otherwise. He regarded it as a priceless treasure. In his eyes, this thing was worth far more than a hundred million—he had just offered Wei Zhao five hundred million and been refused. It was simply beyond price!
There is a saying that rings true: a thousand in gold cannot buy back ten years of youth! If his grandfather could live ten more years after taking this pill, then it truly would be a treasure beyond price! Still, the pill seemed much smaller than before—could it even still work?
At this thought, Fatty Lai asked hurriedly, "Young man, this pill is much smaller than before. Will it still work?"
This life-extending, toxin-expelling pill had been ground underfoot by Kang Jingming; much of it had stuck to the floor and been swept away, leaving only this little bit. The rest had been wiped out with the cleaner's mop.
"A little, maybe. Hard to say about five or ten years, but another year or two is possible," Wei Zhao said. "It depends on your father's condition and how much toxin is in his body..."
"My dad has uremia. Can it expel the toxins?" Fatty Lai was terrified Wei Zhao would ignore him entirely; hearing Wei Zhao speak, he seized the opening like a climber grabbing a pole. If he could get Wei Zhao's guidance, he would be beside himself with joy.
"Yes, it will have some effect. Another year or so wouldn't be a problem," Wei Zhao said.
"Uh... then can it cure him?" Fatty Lai asked hastily.
"Ten or twenty pills might do it, perhaps? I can't say for sure." Wei Zhao did not deceive him; how could uremia be so easily cured? Only acupuncture combined with herbal medicine offered any chance of a cure.
"Young man, then could you cure my father? For the rest of my life I'll follow you and serve you like an ox or a horse, I'll spend whatever money it takes, boo-hoo..." Fatty Lai knelt before Wei Zhao again. This time he not only smeared snot on Wei Zhao's trousers, but the hand that had grabbed dog droppings clamped desperately onto Wei Zhao's trouser leg.
"Uh... let go of me first." Wei Zhao thought to himself that he would throw these trousers away the moment he got home; they were beyond saving.
"So you'll cure him for me?" Fatty Lai was overjoyed the instant he heard Wei Zhao's words.
"Get up right now, then roll home and give what you just picked up to your grandfather—he won't die anytime soon!" Wei Zhao said helplessly. "Wait until I've given it some thought. By the way, you seem to have some standing? You're a celebrity?"
"Yes, yes, I'll go back at once!" Fatty Lai nodded hurriedly, then said, "I have some reputation in business circles. Young man, is there something you need?"
"Nothing much. In a few days I'm setting up a company. Come show your support at the opening, and I'll spare you another life-extending, toxin-expelling pill." Wei Zhao nodded and said, "You have time, don't you? If not, never mind."
"I do! I do! I do!" Fatty Lai said "I do" three times in a row, terrified Wei Zhao had not heard clearly and would strike him from the invitation list. He nearly fainted with excitement. "I'll be your errand boy. Don't worry—I may be fat, but I've got strength, and running errands is what I do best!"
"Then off you go. Get my phone number from Mr. Liu." Wei Zhao had no way to deal with Fatty Lai's pestering, so he could only spare him one life-extending, toxin-expelling pill. Testing it on someone else was testing it all the same; might as well be this fat man.
"Yes, yes!" Only then did Fatty Lai nod in satisfaction, respectfully seeing Wei Zhao into a shockingly battered minivan. Fatty Lai thought to himself: so Wei Zhao likes this kind of car? Tomorrow he would trade his own for one just like it—he had to be the same as him to show what a good errand boy he was!