Fu Linchuan wasn't initially interested in Wang Chengli, but after hearing Wang Bin talk about him, he became interested instead.
"Brother Bin, do you have any photos?"
“I don’t have that; it’s from last year’s newspaper. But if you want to be sure, take me to the hospital tomorrow,” Wang Bin said.
“Okay, I’ll take you to see it tomorrow,” Fu Linchuan said. “I’m actually quite interested in that shop. It’s a bit small, but the price is low right now, and the location is good.”
If there's any demolition and redevelopment in the future, we can definitely get a better one; with a little more money, we can get an even bigger one.
Wang Bin said, "Da Chuan, if you don't have enough money right now, I'll give you the difference. I just received the final payment for a batch of goods."
Fu Linchuan readily agreed, "Okay, Brother Bin, let me first consider whether this shop is worth buying."
Having already discussed it with Wang Bin, Fu Linchuan took Wang Bin to the inpatient department of the Central Hospital early the next morning.
Wang Chengli had just come over to deliver breakfast to Wang Anran and her daughter, and was still busy inside.
Wang Bin glanced at it and then dragged Fu Linchuan out.
"It's him, it's definitely him. He's practically a regular at the police station."
While Fu Linchuan was still pondering, Wang Bin said, "Hey Dachuan, I think you shouldn't buy this shop. Look at other options later. The landlord and Wang Chengli have a good relationship, but can he be a good person? What if you pay the money and buy the house, but then he keeps coming to cause trouble? How will you do business then?"
Wang Bin's words made sense, and Fu Linchuan naturally knew that as well.
He nodded. "Okay, thank you, Brother Bin. I understand."
However, Fu Linchuan felt that neither Wang Chengli nor Zhou Shuang seemed like bad people.
Why does Wang Chengli keep getting arrested by the police and then released?
The offense was probably not too serious; it was likely just a reprimand or some kind of education.
After parting ways with Wang Bin, Fu Linchuan thought for a moment and went to the address Zhou Shuang had given him.
Zhou Shuang lives in a courtyard shared by several families, each with a space of about ten square meters. The kitchen is outside and shared by everyone.
The yard was piled with clutter, making it look very cramped.
"Young man, who are you looking for? I've never seen you before," an old woman asked Fu Linchuan.
Fu Linchuan said, "Auntie, I'm looking for Zhou Shuang. Does she live here?"
The old woman looked Fu Linchuan up and down, then pointed to the door in the southwest corner, "That room."
After thanking him, Fu Linchuan walked towards the small door.
He could still hear the old woman muttering, "A different man comes to see her every day, it's really..."
Fu Linchuan: ...
He walked to the door and was about to knock when Zhou Shuang, with her disheveled hair, opened the door and stood there.
"It's you," Zhou Shuang greeted with a smile. "Come in quickly."
Fu Linchuan went inside, and the space was even smaller. The room was also cold and not warm at all.
You live here?
“Yes, it’s cheap. I’m all alone, so it’ll do.” Zhou Shuang asked, “Have you decided to buy my shop?”
Zhou Shuang felt that Fu Linchuan could afford it.
“I have something to ask you,” Fu Linchuan said. “I saw some old newspapers about Wang Chengli being taken to the police station.”
Zhou Shuang sat down. "Oh, that guy? He gets into fights. He's a regular at the police station."
Fu Linchuan raised an eyebrow, "What were you fighting about?"
Zhou Shuang laughed and said, "He's just being loyal."
Fu Linchuan stared at Zhou Shuang, who smiled and reached out to rub her hair. "That's his livelihood; he makes a living from it."
Fu Linchuan asked, "Does that mean anyone who wants to hit or retaliate can just go to Wang Chengli, he does the work, and the other party pays him?"
"Pretty much, but let me tell you, Wang Chengli doesn't just lay a hand on anyone. He's definitely the kind of person who acts out of loyalty. He only takes action when the other party is wrong, so you know, the pay for this kind of thing is quite considerable. Otherwise, you know, it's not like we're regular workers, so life is pretty tough." Zhou Shuang explained, her eyes wide.
"So he saved you when you were giving birth, even though he didn't know you at the time?" Fu Linchuan asked.
Zhou Shuang nodded, "Yes, he happened to be there and took me to the hospital. So he's a good person, and I have to help him."
"I said, are you going to buy it or not? If not, then forget it, I'll ask someone else."
Fu Linchuan was actually quite interested in people with personalities like Wang Chengli and Zhou Shuang.
Moreover, such people are all very capable.
“Go ask Wang Chengli. I’ll arrange for him to go to the best hospital in Kyoto and cover his medical and surgical expenses. He can work for me from now on. If it works out, come find me at Chunmai Noodle Shop. If not, forget it.”
Zhou Shuang thought she had misheard. She scratched her ear and asked, "Wait, what did you just say?"
"If you didn't hear me, then forget it." Fu Linchuan didn't believe Zhou Shuang hadn't heard him.
"I heard you, I heard you! Wait a minute, I'll go ask right now." Zhou Shuang hurriedly put on her shoes and looked for her scarf. "Chunmai Noodle Shop, right? Where is it?"
Fu Linchuan gave her the address, saying, "I can wait until tomorrow morning at the latest."
"Okay, okay, I got it. I'll go right now, I'll go right now."
With that, Zhou Shuang tossed the lock to Fu Linchuan, "Lock the door for me, see you later."
Fu Linchuan stared at the lock in his hand. Zhou Shuang was really in a lot of a rush these days.
He locked the door and went out, but Zhou Shuang was already gone.
Fu Linchuan walked towards the bus stop and soon arrived at Chunmai Noodle Shop.
There were no customers in the store yet. Fu Linwei saw him and said, "Da Chuan, didn't you say you weren't coming today?"
"Second Brother, I'm waiting for someone." Fu Linchuan believed that Wang Chengli and the others would definitely come.
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