Chapter 131 Sincere Greetings
He added: "Although this table is sturdy and practical, it's a second-hand item after all, so its actual value isn't that high. One hundred yuan is enough."
The original stall owner smiled and waved his hands, declining, "Brother He, there's really no need! We were planning to throw this table away anyway, and we have nowhere else to put it. It's taking up space and getting in the way."
He Junshan said seriously, "Don't be polite. Since you've accepted it, you have to follow the rules. Taking the money is the greatest respect for us."
He waved his hand, indicating that there was no room for negotiation.
Song Weiwei followed He Junshan's instructions, took out the change from her pocket, carefully counted out a hundred yuan and handed it to the other party.
After receiving the money, she bent down, bowed sincerely to the stall owner and his wife, and thanked them, saying, "Thank you, brother and sister, for helping to provide the table."
The stall owner was a simple middle-aged couple. They smiled gently upon hearing this and responded, "Don't be so formal. We should be thanking you for helping us solve a small problem."
The table looked quite new, and the wood was quite smooth. Although there were some slight wear and tear on the corners, it did not affect the overall practicality at all.
If you sell it in the market, I guess even a price tag of two hundred yuan wouldn’t be considered expensive!
Now I only spent a hundred yuan to buy it, which can be said to be a rare bargain!
I thought to myself that if there is an opportunity in the future, we should find a way to do something for the stall owner's family within our ability to repay their kindness and generosity.
All matters related to the stall have finally been dealt with, and everyone has finished a busy day and can prepare to pack up and return to their own lives.
Everyone left the market one after another and started their journey home.
Chen Yan had been out for quite a while this time, and since she had already been to several other places before, her legs had begun to feel a little sore, and even numb and uncomfortable.
Seeing this, He Junshan stepped forward carefully and asked, then offered to drive Shen Yan and Song Weiwei back to the hospital to continue caring for the patients.
So everyone got in the car and drove smoothly all the way back to the familiar hospital entrance.
After getting off the car, several people walked slowly into the hospital, walked along the corridor through a long open space, and finally came to the parking lot behind the building.
The environment here is quiet and not noisy, and the lighting is gentle and friendly, reflecting their tired faces after they have just finished their busy work.
Cao Yang slowly walked to the trunk of the car, opened the lid, and skillfully took out the neatly folded wheelchair.
He Junshan held Shen Yan's elbow with one hand, carefully helped her stand up from the chair, and then slowly guided her to sit down in the wheelchair, making sure she was sitting firmly before letting go.
Just as the two were adjusting the angle of the wheelchair, a black Mercedes-Benz car drove over from a distance. The sound of the wheels rolling over the ground was not loud, but seemed particularly steady and quiet.
The Mercedes-Benz slowly drove past them. The black windows almost blocked out the situation inside the car, but the aura of the car itself was still impossible to ignore.
He Junshan raised his eyes to look at the model and appearance of the Mercedes-Benz, and said softly, "It seems that a big shot has come this time."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yan, who was originally paying attention to her sitting posture, was slightly startled. Song Weiwei, who was standing next to her, immediately showed some curiosity and asked doubtfully, "How did you see that?"
As He Junshan watched the car drive away, he explained, "That car isn't something an average person can afford. It must have cost at least two million."
He paused briefly, as if recalling the specific data of a certain model, and continued, "Nowadays, even a top-of-the-line Nissan Duke costs over 600,000 yuan, which is already too expensive for many people to afford."
"Not to mention that Mercedes-Benz just now, two million yuan is just the starting price, it can be said to be ridiculously expensive."
He paused briefly here and continued, "Luxury cars like these are simply out of reach for the average person. Only wealthy families can afford to own one."
After hearing this series of words, Shen Yan's mind suddenly sank.
A familiar and uneasy figure quickly emerged in her mind - Zhu Zeyu.
If this car is really very rare as He Junshan said, then the people in the car are likely to be guests related to the Zhu family manor.
If he is really a member of the Zhu family, could he be the mastermind behind the strange incident last night?
Thinking of this, Shen Yan felt that it was more and more possible.
She couldn't help but think: But why did he come to the hospital?
Is it because of illness that requires hospitalization?
No matter what the reason was, as long as he didn't approach her with malicious intent like he did last night, it would be enough to make her feel at ease.
When she thought of the dangerousness of that man, she couldn't help but shrink her shoulders, and an inexplicable chill rose in her heart - this man was really a big hidden danger!
After everything was arranged, He Junshan said goodbye and drove back to his original place.
Shortly after Chen Yan was pushed into the ward, she returned to the door of the ward, only to find that the door was ajar, not locked as she had just done when she left.
She was a little surprised and gently pushed open the door of the ward, but unexpectedly saw Zhao Xiaolan walking in the room.
She was holding a bouquet of elegantly colored, delicately trimmed flowers in her hand.
When Zhao Xiaolan heard the sound of someone pushing the door open, she said without even looking up, "You're already in this state, and you still have to run out for a walk. It really makes me feel uneasy."
Although the tone was flat, it revealed a hint of dissatisfaction, sounding somewhat harsh.
However, Shen Yan was very clear about Zhao Xiaolan's speaking style. Even a sincere greeting would become a bit cold and unpleasant once it came out of her mouth.
But even so, Shen Yan still firmly believed that the other party was kind-hearted and had a certain sense of propriety and bottom line in doing things, so he would not do anything that would really hurt others.
Shen Yan just smiled slightly and said softly: "Workers feel sorry for their wages. No matter how weak they are, they can still find a way to continue working even if they lie down."
She said it lightly, but with a hint of determination in her tone, "As long as you're not stuck, you can always find a way to make money."
The most important thing is - just move your hands and fingers and you can make a lot of money!
That is not just an ordinary way to make money, but an opportunity to actually get rich!
If she is asked to do something that can't make any money, she will be too lazy to run around!
"Which bed is yours?"
Zhao Xiaolan asked curiously as she looked around at the beds.
Shen Yan stretched out her arm and pointed to the bed next to Zhao Xiaolan, "I'll sleep on that one."
Zhao Xiaolan nodded, then put down the bouquet of brightly colored and beautiful flowers in her hand and carefully placed it on the bedside table. "I know someone must have sent you a fruit basket."
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