WVKWnovel Chapter 193 : Is This Thing of Yours Authentic?
Chapter 193 : Is This Thing of Yours Authentic?
Chapter 193: Is This Thing of Yours Authentic?
To explain—what was called a surprise? A surprise was when, just as Lin Mo wanted to sell something for cash, there happened to be a rich villain nearby who needed that very thing—and their relationship wasn’t bad either, at least not one that would leave Lin Mo shortchanged.
Upon hearing the news, Miss Yuan immediately took the two of them to find Old Comrade Yuan, who was riding a horse in the distance, and the eldest son of the Jiang family, to explain the situation.
After confirming the news, she dragged Lin Mo into the car and drove back to fetch the item.
Old Comrade Yuan had told them there was no hurry, that they should eat first—but with Miss Yuan’s fiery temperament, she couldn’t sit still at all and insisted on making another round trip with Lin Mo.
Fortunately, the racecourse was located in the suburbs, not too far from their school. And since it was in the suburbs, there were few cars and the traffic was light. With Miss Yuan’s driving skills, the two made the trip in less than an hour.
When they returned, each of them was holding a porcelain box—one black, one white, one square, one round. By that time, Professor Li had already arrived and was sitting in the pavilion, drinking tea with Old Master Jiang.
“Teacher.” Lin Mo stepped forward to greet him.
Upon hearing the voice, Professor Li smiled and nodded, though there was a hint of helplessness in his heart.
This student of his had good talent and a good temperament—never the type to make him clean up messes. But at the same time, he also somehow managed to increase his workload.
Ever since the last time he had taken Lin Mo along to perform a massage for Old Master Jiang, the number of leaders asking him to help with physical conditioning had increased—most of them retired, though some were still active officials in the system.
However, any leader who could invite him for in-home health treatments was not of low status. It had brought him many new connections. Not to mention, the demand for the patent medicine registered under his name had also greatly increased, bringing him a significant rise in income.
Though his workload had grown, the benefits were not small either. One could say Professor Li was suffering and enjoying himself all at once.
“You’re here, huh? Director Jiang called me earlier, asked if I could come over. Said one of my students was also here. The moment I heard that, I knew it had to be you, kid,” Professor Li said, pointing at his favorite student with a smile.
Unlike his other students—like Fan Peng, who would drag him into situations—Lin Mo’s way of making him work more was practically a rebellion against the heavens!
And for some reason, Professor Li always had this feeling that someone was using his own student to threaten him—it was like the saying ‘holding the emperor hostage to command the princes’—and he was one of those princes.
There was no helping it. Once he knew his favorite student was involved, he was worried Lin Mo, being young, might not handle formalities well and might personally give someone a massage. Though he trusted Lin Mo’s skills, after all, the boy didn’t have a medical license. For ordinary people, that was fine—even if something went wrong, they could reason things out, and it wasn’t like he charged money. But Old Master Jiang was different. For someone of that status, reason was in his hands. So in such cases, one couldn’t be too careful.
“We just happened to run into each other today. Since Xiao Lin knows massage, we thought he could give my father a treatment. Also, the medicine you prescribed last time is almost finished, so we wanted you to take a look. We can have a meal together as well—to thank you for your trouble, Doctor Li,” Mrs. Jiang said with a smile.
Though Mrs. Jiang never involved herself directly in business affairs, after so many years, she had picked up plenty of tact. Her words were watertight—explaining the situation clearly while also showing respect, without making it seem as though Professor Li was there just to make up numbers.
“Yes, Doctor Li, let’s eat first. No rush,” said the eldest son, Jiang Jianguo, with a smile, then instructed the racecourse staff to start serving the dishes.
Since Lin Mo and Professor Li were guests, they naturally followed the host’s lead—doing whatever the hosts arranged.
Although it was a racecourse and not a formal restaurant, this private one catered exclusively to the wealthy. Naturally, it had a dedicated chef team, and the food was excellent.
At the table, Lin Mo sat beside his teacher. Apart from Old Comrade Yuan and Jiang Jianguo, no one else drank alcohol.
“Teacher, don’t you have class today?” Lin Mo asked softly at the table.
At this, Professor Li glanced at his student and smiled helplessly. “What do you think? I was in the middle of a lecture when a driver showed up. The poor guy had to wait half an hour. I didn’t even have time to drink a sip of water after class before I came over. You’re just like your senior brothers and sisters—all troublemakers. You’re even worse—you’re still not graduated and already adding to my workload.”
Hearing that, Lin Mo gave an awkward smile. It was true—if Mrs. Jiang hadn’t seen him today, she probably wouldn’t have thought to invite Professor Li over. And he’d also heard from Professor Mu that recently Professor Li had been getting frequent requests from officials for health treatments.
There was no denying it—old Chinese doctors, especially those with real skill, were sought after everywhere. Their reputation spread purely by word of mouth.
Soon, the meal was almost over. As Old Master Jiang was elderly, he went back to his room to rest—and to have Professor Li check his pulse.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo and the others stayed outside in the tea house to relax.
There were five people at the tea table: the Yuan father and daughter, the two esteemed members of the Jiang family, and Lin Mo.
Lin Mo personally brewed tea for everyone. Except for Miss Yuan, this was everyone’s first time tasting his tea, and they were a little surprised at his skill.
“Uncle, thank you for going to the trouble over my matter. Our school principal, Principal Tang, even asked me about it,” Lin Mo said as he poured tea for them.
After all, they had gone out of their way to help him. He hadn’t had the chance to express his gratitude before, so now that he met them, he naturally had to thank them. It would be terrible if he took the benefit but didn’t even say a word of thanks.
When someone helped him, he had to let them know he appreciated it—that was something his senior, Professor Mu, had taught him. Keeping silent wasn’t an option.
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Jiang Jianguo laughed heartily. “Haha! You kid—you’re already calling me uncle! Of course this little matter was nothing. Oh, by the way, son, I forgot to tell you—Xiao Lin here is one of our city’s model citizens for bravery. Not long ago, he rescued two people from a fire!”
“Really? Not bad, brother, you’ve got guts!” Jiang Feng gave him a thumbs up with a grin.
Through their conversation, Lin Mo also learned that this Brother Jiang worked in the public security system. He wasn’t sure exactly which division, but it made sense—after all, his father was a police officer, so the son following in his footsteps was only natural. He was even a veteran who had transitioned into the police force—a perfect match.
Lin Mo waved his hands quickly. “Just a coincidence, really. Our school’s been plastering it everywhere. I feel embarrassed just seeing those slogans!”
Everyone burst out laughing. They all knew such deeds could never be over-promoted, but they also knew that some institutions would exaggerate such stories for publicity. The Jiang father and son, of course, knew exactly how that system worked.
If they didn’t have such a real-life example, they’d probably have to fabricate one themselves. So with a genuine hero at hand, there was no way they’d miss the chance to promote it.
Just then, Miss Yuan opened the two porcelain boxes on the table—one black, one white—and frowned. “Dad, can this kind of thing even be used as a gift?”
“Should be fine, right? I just looked it up online—it seems this stuff is actually quite valuable, even more expensive than gold,” said Old Comrade Yuan.
Yuan Meng said, “Damn, which one’s made of gold—the red mud one or the black mud one?”
Lin Mo replied, “Maybe it’s because it’s rare. You hardly see any genuine Longquan ink paste or Tongyan Hui ink these days. I happened to come across them by chance. You think it’s pricey? I think it’s pricey too! I can’t even afford to use them!”
Yuan Meng squinted. “Is this thing of yours authentic?”
Lin Mo replied, “Sister Yuan, with our relationship, you think I’d sell you a fake?”
Yuan Meng shot back, “I’m asking you—is this thing authentic?”
Lin Mo: .
He didn’t know why, but he suddenly had this vivid image of Liu Huaqiang buying melons. He half-expected himself to say, ‘Are you deliberately trying to pick a fight?’—otherwise the whole scene wouldn’t feel right.
But he was afraid that if he really said that, Miss Yuan would pull a giant carrot-shaped knife from under her skirt and give him a good whack.
Yuan Meng Saring!—the original Miss Yuan Saring! indeed!
“How about I just take it back?”
Yuan Meng: “Why aren’t you following the script?!”
The other three: .