Chapter 16: First Meeting with President Deng
Since the Taoist priest officially accepted me as his disciple, he has devoted himself to teaching me various skills, and my skills have greatly improved. In the blink of an eye, it was National Day.
That morning, I was reading the Wuxiang Daily when I received a call from Lan Shaoling. After a few pleasantries, he said that Mr. Lan wanted to speak with Master.
I handed the phone to Master, and they talked for a while. After hanging up, Master said to me:
"Boss Lan went for a checkup and was diagnosed with duodenal gastroenteritis. With prompt treatment, there's nothing wrong. Secondly, he asked the car dealership to deliver the car today. Go prepare a big envelope of firecrackers."
I went to the supermarket across the street and bought six plates of "Mandihong" and some candy.
After a while, two cars drove up. A man got out of the front car and introduced himself as a delivery driver from "Hongda Car Dealership" who was asked by Lan Lisheng to deliver the car.
I lit the firecrackers, and they exploded instantly, leaving the ground covered in red ash. Everyone gathered to watch, and Master and his wife invited everyone inside to eat candy. I also invited the driver inside.
They said their mission was complete and they wouldn't bother coming back. They apologized, saying the Land Rover was out of stock and the delivery was late. Then they drove off in another car.
I told Master about the situation. Master didn't say anything. The neighbors all said Master was blessed. He was respected and even received a car as a gift.
I have to admire Master for being able to have both sides of the fence. With just a few words, he has created a life of happiness that billions of people look up to. I think even if my sister's noodle shop expands, it won't be as powerful as Master's mouth.
The neighbors sat for a while, took some candy, laughed, and then dispersed.
The master walked outside the yard, looking around. I understood what he meant—there was no place to park the car.
The master's courtyard, with its single octagonal door, evokes a sense of homely divination. Entering from the bustling street through the octagonal door, across the courtyard, up three steps, and into the quaint hall, feels like stepping out of the mundane world into a tranquil haven.
Now, another gate must be opened to let cars in. The beauty of the courtyard wall is destroyed and the mystery of the courtyard is reduced.
The master stood outside the courtyard wall, pacing back and forth, but couldn't come up with a solution.
I suggested, "Master, buy the lotus pond outside the courtyard. It's only half an acre, and this is in the suburban area. If it were in the main city, it would have been filled in long ago."
The master seemed to be thinking for a while before he said, "It's a good idea, but this lotus pond belongs to the village's public land."
I said, "It shouldn't be a problem if you come forward."
The master smiled and said, "Before you buy it, drive it back and park it in your yard."
When I heard that, I was overjoyed. I had never driven a luxury car like a Land Rover in my life, so I immediately agreed.
For days, I was immersed in happiness. My master couldn't drive, so it was as if he'd bought this car just for me. Even my sister was a little jealous of me driving this fancy SUV to and from work.
One day at lunch, my sister said, "Driving someone else's car, you don't have to pay for gas or repairs. Don't you feel a little guilty?"
I retorted, "That's not called being guilty, that's called car maintenance. If you don't drive your car, it'll rot away if you leave it for too long."
My sister gave me a sidelong look and said, "There are a lot of other reasons."
I was too lazy to argue with her, so I went back to my room to rest after dinner.
Less than half an hour into my nap, my phone rang. My master told me to hurry over. I jumped out of bed and drove straight to Youranju.
When we arrived at the study, my master told me that Mr. Deng was coming to visit him and asked me to make some preparations.
Mr. Deng, whose real name is Deng Fugen, specializes in real estate and is the city's richest man. I've only heard of him, never seen him. When I heard he was coming, I hurried to make tea, clean the tables and chairs, and prepare fruit, cigarettes, and alcohol.
Mr. Deng arrived at two o'clock in the afternoon.
My master and I stood in front of the yard to greet them. A man got out of the car, which scared me. It was not a person, but a ball.
The legs are short and strong, a small ball; the belly is big and round, a big ball; the fat head and big ears are another ball. There is almost no transition between the three balls.
My god, if he wasn’t rich, the spoiled second girl at the end of the village wouldn’t even look down on him.
The master smiled and said, "Thank you for your hard work. Please sit in the inner room." As he spoke, he walked over and introduced me to General Deng.
I thought he would just nod, after all, he was the richest man in the city. Unexpectedly, he smiled like Maitreya Buddha, stretched out both hands to hold my hands, shook them six or seven times, and said repeatedly: "Hello, Xiao Wan, hello, Xiao Wan, hello."
I am flattered. How can the richest man be so approachable?
After shaking it six, seven, or eight times, he actually offered me his hand to go first. How could that be? Even if you're not the richest man, you're still a customer. I offered him my hand to go first.
He stood there and took the initiative, insisting that I go first. His aura was so strong that I took a step with my left foot involuntarily.
I entered the study and sat down. This time I didn't need to prepare anything. Aunt Chen had already brewed the best tea, served the best pastries and fruits, and lit Indian incense in the room.
I saw that President Deng's entourage were all sitting in the living room and hadn't entered the study. I was about to leave when President Deng suddenly called me and said, "Sit, sit, sit."
I reminded him: "Mr. Deng, I am an apprentice."
President Deng waved his hand and said, "I know. The Master and I don't have any secrets, and we're not homosexual. Come sit down."
I smiled awkwardly, and the master said, "Close the door, and come here to add more tea and water."
Mr. Deng, a non-smoker, took a sip of tea and said, "I'm so sorry. I was away on a business trip on your birthday, so I had to ask someone to send you a pair of bonsai."
The master smiled and said, "You know I don't celebrate my birthday. That day I officially acknowledged this disciple and invited all the neighbors to a meal as a testimony."
I'm confused. Mr. Deng's name is not "Fengqing".
Mr. Deng looked around and said, "This bookcase is in the right place here. If it were in my house, it would be like sticking a scallion in a pig's mouth, just pretentious."
The master glanced at the bookcase and smiled, "Mr. Deng is modest. However, I do like it. It has a special feature: it doesn't get bugs."
President Deng laughed heartily: "I've been waiting for a thousand years for you to say this. If you like it, it means my father likes it. If you don't like it, I can't sleep." He knocked on the table as he spoke.
Oh, I remember now, this bookcase was a gift from Mr. Deng.
The master introduced him to Mr. Deng: "Little Wan is called Wan Shanhong."
Mr. Deng looked at me deeply, nodded vigorously, and said, "Brother Shanhong, you have found the right person. You will benefit endlessly from following Master for the rest of your life."
When I saw him calling me "brother", I was touched and said quickly:
"Mr. Deng has made remarkable achievements in the business world, yet he remains humble, equal, and unassuming. Xiao Wan is deeply moved."
President Deng smiled even more like a Maitreya Buddha. After he had laughed enough, he said:
"For someone like me who graduated from elementary school, my IQ is like that of a three-month-old pig. I often scold my son: the more you think of yourself as a human being, the more others will think you are a pig. The more you think of yourself as a pig, the more likely others will think of you as a human being."
My grandma and grandpa, don't underestimate Mr. Deng, who only graduated from elementary school. His emotional intelligence is sky-high. This rich man is like a pig in front of the leaders, and the leaders like him; he is like a pig in front of the masses, and the masses admire him.
The master asked, "Is everything going well lately?"
President Deng laughed heartily and said repeatedly, "It went smoothly, it went smoothly. Thanks to the Master, how could it not go smoothly?"
Having said this, he suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on his master.
In my experience, Mr. Deng must have something important to say.
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