HLM – Chapter 940 A Bold Leap

Due to national circumstances, China’s grain reserves can only be managed by the state, and the trading of bulk grains and byproducts is also primarily handled by the government. Very few commercial companies are allowed to participate.

Northern Agricultural Grain Group was one of these few. Wang Bo had only come across information about it by chance. The leadership of this group was quite patient and knew the principle that the first stick to poke out gets rotten first. They developed quickly but kept a low profile.

The Stubborn Bull Club had collaborated with this group before. In the past two years, Northern Agricultural Grain had expanded its market, not only dealing in grains but also moving into the meat and byproducts sector.

If all this was true, then Ye Qipeng must be a very capable person. Even feeling weak, Wang Bo stood and shook his hand.

At Ye Qipeng’s level, they appear casual and unpretentious, but in fact, they pay great attention to details. Wang Bo didn’t want to offend him. Besides, the man had come to deliver medicine—though Wang Bo wasn’t quite brave enough to drink it himself.

After all, Ye Qipeng’s identity was claimed by himself. What if some random person showed up claiming to prescribe traditional Chinese medicine and Wang Bo drank it, only for something to go wrong?

One should never have intentions to harm others, but it’s wise to stay cautious.

Ye Qipeng clearly understood this. He first showed two sets of medicine, then handed them to a refined middle-aged man who seemed to be his assistant. After a while, the medicine was boiled and brought out, releasing a strong herbal aroma.

“This is a semi-prepared Chinese medicine, which is easy to decoct,” Ye Qipeng said with a smile.

One pot of medicine was divided into two bowls. Ye Qipeng drank one, leaving the other for Wang Bo.

Eva frowned and whispered, “What is this? The smell is so pungent. I think it’s some kind of chemical solution.”

Wang Bo laughed: “It’s Chinese medicine.”

Eva nodded, finally understanding. She had studied Chinese medicine when learning Chinese, but had never seen it in practice, so she didn’t know how strong the aroma could be.

Since Ye Qipeng had already taken one bowl, Wang Bo drank the other.

Guided by the refined man’s conversation, they discussed New Zealand’s agricultural and livestock trade as well as the international grain economy. Wang Bo had some knowledge in this area; after all, the Stubborn Bull Club sent out professional information every day.

He felt grateful for joining the club and thought he should probably join more clubs in the future—who knew when it might come in handy.

Traditional Chinese medicine focuses on gradually nourishing the body. The saying “illness comes like a landslide, but departs like silk being drawn” reflects this principle.

But the medicine provided by the old Chinese doctor was highly effective. Less than half an hour after drinking it, Wang Bo began to sweat, the sense of weakness gradually disappeared, and he felt lively and vigorous again.

“This really is miraculous medicine,” he said happily.

Ye Qipeng was amazed: “Mr. Su is indeed a great doctor, but your constitution is remarkable. One dose and you’ve recovered? I have a mild wind-heat infection and have taken four doses already without relief.”

His physical condition couldn’t compare to Wang Bo’s. Without even mentioning the “Lord’s Heart” and its immense power, just in terms of daily exercise and diet, no matter how much money people spent domestically, they couldn’t achieve the same.

From the perspective of health maintenance and longevity, Wang Bo could proudly tell the world: not targeting any particular place, but everyone here, you’re all amateurs!

After chatting for a while, Ye Qipeng exchanged contact information with him and left, saying he would like to visit his Sunset Town sometime.

The encounter left Wang Bo feeling comfortable. They hadn’t disturbed him and had even helped him. Ye Qipeng and his assistant were polite, professional, and their manners taught him quite a bit.

So guests like these, Wang Bo wholeheartedly welcomed!

One should reciprocate favors. Since Ye Qipeng planned to leave once the midday snowstorm stopped, Wang Bo went to the car to fetch some premium veal, lamb, Dongtao chicken, and two bottles of Sunset honey to give to them.

Ye Qipeng graciously accepted: “These are all specialties from Sunset Town, right? I’ve long heard of a magical small town in New Zealand developed by a Chinese, producing incredible ingredients. I’ve always wanted to try them, and today I finally have the chance.”

“So it seems, General Ye and Mayor Wang are indeed fated to meet. Yesterday, when we entered the town to escape the snowstorm, General Ye said the town was small but might hold surprises. It turns out he was right,” the refined assistant said with a smile.

Wang Bo and Ye Qipeng shook hands and parted: “Indeed, it’s fate. I hope we have the chance to continue this connection.”

Ye Qipeng laughed heartily: “There will definitely be such a chance!”

The road still had snow, but the blizzard had stopped. Wang Bo and his group set off.

The car couldn’t go fast, and Wang Bo chatted with several teenagers, making time pass quickly. These teens liked to debate. Especially when Eva joined in, they strutted like little peacocks, showing off in every way.

Wang Bo kept laughing. Seeing these youngsters, he saw so much of himself.

These were four little nerds, similar to how he had been in middle school.

Along the way, after dropping off the four and the young couple, Wang Bo was almost home.

Father Bo was sweeping the street. Because of the strong sea winds, snow from the coast had blown into their village, so after every heavy snowfall, the whole village joined in a massive cleanup.

Wang Bo appreciated the custom—it was a chance for everyone to bond, regardless of how much work was done.

Their bus drove in. Father Bo didn’t expect the three of them to arrive in such a vehicle, so he didn’t look up.

Wang Bo mischievously said to the driver: “See that uncle working? Drive closer, give him a little scare.”

The driver hesitated: “Is that okay?”

“That’s my dad. We often mess with him like this.”

The driver agreed and slowly drove the bus closer to Father Bo.

Nearby villagers working saw the bus heading straight for him and yelled in panic: “Wang Lianshan, get out of the way! You’ll hit him!”

The bus engine roared. Father Bo looked back, startled, and quickly rolled into the ditch.

Of course, the ditch had no water—just a thick layer of snow.

The driver was also startled: “I pressed the brakes. Why did the old man still jump? But he’s agile.”

Wang Bo felt embarrassed. He had only meant to play a small joke, but it got a little out of hand.

Villagers wielding brooms, shovels, and hoes stormed over, some with dogs, cursing: “Are you blind? Can’t drive? You’re driving a bus into our village? The road is wide—oh damn, isn’t that Xiao Bo?”

The bus door opened. Wang Bo jumped out first and quickly helped his father up: “Dad, what happened? Why are you lying in the ditch?”

Father Bo was still shaken, unable to react: “A car came rushing at me! Luckily, I was quick. Hey, Xiao Bo? Son!”