Chapter 451 — Another Lackey
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"You're giving up your family business?" Wei Zhao found it hard to make sense of Fatty Lai's motives.
"Divine Doctor Lin, I've handed the whole family business over to my elder brother—I don't want it, and I don't think much of it anyway. Saves me all that scheming and backstabbing day in and day out." Fatty Lai gave a chuckle. "Besides, I figure sticking with you has a damn sight more future in it than fussing over some family firm! Divine Doctor Lin, mark my words—your company is bound to be bigger than that Divine Doctor Kang Pharmaceutical Group. And when I'm its professional manager, your spokesman, won't I be riding high? Once my brother realizes how important that Longevity Detox Pill really is—heh heh—he'll be on his knees, weeping and begging me!"
"On his knees? Is that so remarkable? Don't you spend half your time on your knees crying?" Hearing this, Wei Zhao could not help but admire the man's sheer nerve—to abandon his family's business and come work for him instead.
"Heh heh, that's different, isn't it? You're a divine doctor. With anyone else, I wouldn't be kneeling and weeping." Fatty Lai sounded a little sheepish.
Wei Zhao had assumed the fellow was simply born a crybaby, never imagining it was reserved for him alone—which gave Wei Zhao a considerable headache.
"Your thinking is sound, but this pharmaceutical group of mine was only a passing whim. Whether it keeps running, or whether there'll even be new products to develop, is far from certain!" Wei Zhao thought it best to put the ugly truth up front—who knew what road lay ahead of him? Even the old man at home had no clear answer.
"No problem at all, Divine Doctor Lin—how about you take me on as your lackey?" Fatty Lai was a clever 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 in a wealthy household since childhood, no longer set much store by it. What he pursued was fame and standing, and Wei Zhao could help him realize that dream in fine style.
Being another man's lackey was hardly a pleasant pastime, but it depended on whose lackey one was. To be Wei Zhao's—Fatty Lai would agree a hundred times over! Just how formidable was Wei Zhao? A man of such medical skill was exactly what every great family and power scrambled to curry favor with. Who did not sicken and die? But Wei Zhao could delay their deaths—would they not flock to him like ducks to water?
And when that day came, never mind that he was merely an attendant—he would be Wei Zhao's voice to the outside world! Wei Zhao was busy every day; when would he have time to humor all those outsiders? Let this lackey step forward, and heh heh...
The mere thought left Fatty Lai glowing with satisfaction. An electronics industrial park—what was that worth? His elder brother truly was short-sighted. Look at him—how brilliant had his own snap decision been?
A man had to be thick-skinned. A man had 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 lackey?" Wei Zhao regarded Fatty Lai oddly. "I don't lack for lackeys."
"Not so, not so—Boss Wei Zhao, hear me out!" Fatty Lai began his analysis, and his way of addressing Wei Zhao slipped naturally into "Boss Wei Zhao," leaving Wei Zhao somewhat helpless. "Boss, what a figure you are! Once the pharmaceutical group is founded, there'll surely be great families coming to your door begging for medicine. Every one of them will want an audience with you—can you possibly see them all? You're already busy every day as it is, and you still have to chase girls and enjoy life—where's the time to bother with them? That's when you need a lackey to handle these matters for you! And I—I'm just the man for the job!"
Wei Zhao thought it over. There was no arguing with what Fatty Lai said, so he replied, "But I already have a lackey."