Chapter 139

"Jiang Tao has been transferred to the provincial capital."

That day, Zhang Yaowen came back and sighed slightly.

After the director was transferred, the position became vacant, and the four deputy directors have been acting strangely lately.

Before Jiang Tao left, he looked at him with a meaningful look.

Zhang Yaowen thought he had a chance, but unexpectedly, he was also transferred.

"Where to go"

"Deputy Director Yamashiro."

Chen Yuwei and Zhang Lin were both stunned.

This span is too big.

If he went from being a county director to being a deputy director in a big city, that's normal. This is a direct promotion from a deputy.

"Jiang Tao doesn't have that much power."

Chen Yuwei frowned.

Although getting a promotion is a good thing, it is a bit strange that it happened out of nowhere.

"It shouldn't be him, otherwise his expression wouldn't be so strange. He looks surprised too."

Zhang Lin silently glanced at her grandfather's plot, and everything went smoothly afterwards.

Two years later, he became the director, and five years later, he went to the capital.

Their whole family moved with them.

[Although Grandpa was promoted too quickly, there is no big problem with the plot. Whoever is behind it has no bad intentions. And my dad's research results are there, so there is some support.]

After hearing Zhang Lin's thoughts, the couple felt relieved.

Zhang Yaowen was going to be promoted, and Chen Yuwei also applied for a transfer.

Half a month later, Zhang Lin's transfer procedures were basically completed. The family packed up their things, ostensibly sending some luggage and leaving some light, space-consuming items behind to conceal their whereabouts. The important items had already been put away in the space.

A few days before moving, Zhang Lin came to the black market.

With Wang Da's identity, being in the black market was like going home, and Zhang Lin felt a little reluctant to leave suddenly.

"Mr. Wang, you are finally here!"

Song Qing had been waiting at the door early in the morning.

Zhang Lin comes here basically once a week, and every time this day comes, he will wait for the entrance to the black market early.

"Something's happening"

Zhang Lin was a little surprised when he saw Song Qing heaving a sigh of relief.

Song Qing smiled flatteringly, "Someone wanted to see you and arrived a day ago."

He Chaoxian brought Mr. Yuan, Ji Yunlin, He Mingshan, and the eldest son of the Ji family to the mountain city.

If they hadn't been busy with work, and if too many people would have caused a commotion and attracted other people's attention, the Ji family would have wanted everyone to come and see.

Before they came, they had already calculated how often Zhang Lin would come to the black market.

The small courtyard was filled with chairs, and a circle of people sat on them.

Except for Mr. Yuan and the eldest son of the Ji family, Zhang Lin could match the numbers.

I know He Chaoxian, He Mingshanhe and Ji Yunlin, and I have seen their photos.

"Mr. Wang, please take a seat!"

He Chaoxian was the most excited. He stood up quickly, walked up quickly, and started to introduce a few people to Wang Lin.

Zhang Li looked at the big guys. They were not sitting in the house, but sitting in the yard to appreciate the flowers. Could it be because there were too many big guys sitting in the house and it would be difficult to assign seats?

People of status are more particular about things like sitting in the seat of honor.

Mr. Yuan has the highest status, but Ji Yunlin and He Mingshan have similar status. Who will sit in the other seat?

He silently used the art of looking at the crowd.

As expected, Mr. Yuan has the strongest luck. Even Zhang Guosheng, whose luck is constantly increasing with the improvement of his potential, is still far inferior to Mr. Yuan's luck for the time being.

Although the sun is setting and your luck is a little dim, this is a normal phenomenon for the elderly.

As for the others, what surprised Zhang Lin was that He Chaoxian had the best luck.

I remember that when we met before, He Chaoxian's luck was clearly not so strong.

The other people were not bad either, after all, they were people of status in the capital.

"Mr. Wang, I have long heard of your name."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for saving my life."

He Mingshan and Ji Yunlin stood up at the same time and looked at Zhang Lin in surprise and joy.

Although they all knew that Mr. Wang was young, they didn't expect him to be so young. He looked to be no more than 20 years old.

Mr. Yuan's eyes also moved slightly, and he looked at Zhang Lin with even more eagerness.

Such a young guy has such ability, one can imagine the power behind him.

Perhaps his identity as a villager is genuine, and there is no powerful person in his family.

But they would not underestimate Zhang Lin. It was normal for such a capable hermit to live in seclusion in the mountains.

Being greeted warmly, Zhang Lin became the center of the crowd.

Gifts were presented to him one after another, and Zhang Lin refused them without hesitation.

"You don't have to be polite, we are just doing business, we just need to exchange money, no gifts are needed."

She is soft-hearted and only likes clear and honest transactions.

"Sir, I have been feeling unwell for the past two years. I wonder if you can help me."

Mr. Yuan looked at Zhang Lin and thought of his serious illness.

Zhang Lin observed Mr. Yuan. His face looked gloomy and his skin was yellowish...

I have many old illnesses. After all, I am over 70 years old and the functions of my organs have declined.

People of their generation who have reached this position, no matter which system they are from, have basically served in the military.

After that era, most people have old ailments and their health has already begun to decline.

"The old man has an old lung injury. If it continues like this, I'm afraid he won't have much time left."

Zhang Lin is too lazy to be tactful and speaks frankly.

It was obvious that Mr. Yuan's lungs had been severely damaged, probably from a gunshot wound. Although he had recovered, the damage was very severe.

In addition, the medical technology of that era was not very advanced.

The fact that Mr. Yuan lived for so many years was a credit to the capable doctors at that time.

Both Old Master Yuan and Ji Yunlin, who was familiar with him, narrowed their eyes.

Not many people knew that Mr. Yuan had been shot. Mr. Wang just took a few glances and hit the nail on the head.

"Please think of a solution, sir."

He Chaoxian was the host and introducer, so he spoke very spontaneously.

"I can give you a recipe for medicinal food, and you can go back and prepare the herbs yourself."

"There are also recovery pills, if the old man needs them..."

The fitness pills that Zhang Lin mentioned.

Before Mr. Yuan could say anything, Ji Yunlin suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Lin excitedly.

"We need it, we all need it!"

The corner of Zhang Lin's mouth twitched.

This thing is not cabbage, but when Su Qingchen's grandfather mentioned it, it sounded like something you would snatch from a vegetable market.

He Chaoxian was also a little ashamed. These big guys, whom even he was very jealous of, were all so down-to-earth. Why didn't he know this before?

Mr. Yuan and He Mingshan also looked at Zhang Lin expectantly.

Although they were interested in the medicinal diet recipe that sounded very ordinary, what they wanted more was the recovery pill.

This thing sounds like a good thing.

"Mr. He and Mr. Ji are not in a hurry at the moment."

"Mr. Yuan's old illness is serious. Tomorrow, take two pills directly."

Zhang Lin didn't intend to take it out directly.

Who on earth would bring a miracle drug around? In order to keep it secret, it must be kept secret for a while.

Several elderly people nodded in agreement, "Sure, sure. We plan to rest here for a while, at least half a month."

He Chaoxian glanced at Zhang Lin and said hesitantly, "I wonder, sir, what is the value of this recovery pill..."

It's difficult for him because he doesn't know the effect of the pill and it's difficult for him to set the price.

Mr. Wang is very clear about his style. He usually won't take the initiative to quote a price. He has to know how to handle things.

"How about each of you buy one tomorrow and then give us your price?"

He Chaoxian nodded silently. It was indeed Mr. Wang's style.