Chapter 13: Getting Rich

Yan Jun was taken away by the police, and Chen Feng followed to give a statement, handing over the evidence he had collected to the officers.

Afterward, Chen Feng drove straight home with a look of complete ease on his face.

That fellow Yan Jun wouldn't escape unscathed this time; prison time seemed inevitable, and in short, his end would not be a pleasant one.

With that, Chen Feng felt at peace.

As for work, of course, he wasn't going back.

However, not long after he returned to his rented apartment, he received a call from Vice President Zhang, Zhang Delai.

After some very polite pleasantries and a few compliments, Zhang expressed his hope that Chen Feng could return to the company to serve as the acting manager of the Planning Department. This was Zhang's intention, and he had recommended him to Chairman Liu, who had agreed. If Chen Feng performed satisfactorily during the acting period, he could be made permanent in as little as one or two months.

Had he not been diagnosed with a terminal illness, Chen Feng would certainly have been extremely excited and deeply grateful to Zhang Delai.

But now? Setting aside the fact that he didn't have much time left due to the terminal illness, even without it, he wasn't short on money. Why would he work for someone else?

Therefore, Chen Feng refused quite bluntly and once again requested his resignation.

Zhang Delai was somewhat disappointed, stating that both he and Chairman Liu valued him highly, and that any resignation would have to be personally decided by Chairman Liu.

Chen Feng wasn't surprised by this; regardless, he certainly wasn't going back to work. Moreover, he was certain his resignation would go through this time because he had the hospital's diagnosis of a brain tumor. If an employee has a terminal illness, the company still won't let them resign? And they want to charge him a breach of contract fee?

There was no logic in the world that supported such a thing.

This had also been Chen Feng's greatest leverage during his previous commotion at the company. *I have a terminal illness and I'm dying. To put it bluntly, even if I killed you, I wouldn't lose out; not killing you is already an act of mercy, let alone just giving you a beating.*

As for the resignation, there certainly wouldn't be any issues.

The only thing to blame was Yan Jun's bad luck—he just happened to run into Chairman Liu, the new boss, during an inspection, right when Chen Feng was exposing the company's internal corruption.

It was a direct collision with the target; Yan Jun could only blame his own poor luck.

However, this had delayed Chen Feng's resignation. Of course, for a dying man who wasn't short on money, whether he resigned or not had become irrelevant.

After returning to his rental to pick up that piece of sheep gallstone, he headed out again. He first went to the famous and expensive "Youjia Restaurant" in the city for a proper lunch. It cost over five hundred yuan for just four dishes, but after eating, Chen Feng was very satisfied; high prices certainly had their reasons.

After lunch, he drove to the city's largest traditional Chinese medicine hall—Huichuntang. It was famous not just in the province, but quite renowned nationwide, ranking among the top several time-honored brands.

Entering the shop, Chen Feng asked the young person in the white lab coat at the counter, "Do you buy medicinal materials here?"

The young person shook their head. "We generally don't purchase from the public, unless it's a rare material, like wild ginseng or something similar."

Chen Feng said, "I have a piece of natural sheep gallstone here. Does that count as rare?"

The young person froze for a moment before nodding hurriedly. "That certainly counts. Let me take you to see Elder Hu; he is the senior manager of Huichuntang."

With that, the young person enthusiastically led Chen Feng to an office on the upper floor of Huichuntang.

By the way, the young person in the white coat was a beautiful lady with a looks score of over 80, appearing to be about twenty-three or twenty-four years old. She didn't seem like an ordinary counter clerk; she moved through the building without obstruction, and everyone she encountered greeted her with smiles. She was clearly well-acquainted with Elder Hu.

After leading Chen Feng into the office, she explained his purpose to Elder Hu. Without waiting for instructions, she took it upon herself to invite Chen Feng to sit and then poured him a cup of tea.

She then sat down herself, her posture completely relaxed, and Elder Hu seemed quite used to it.

After Elder Hu asked Chen Feng a few simple questions, Chen Feng took out the piece of sheep gallstone and handed it over for appraisal.

Elder Hu put on his reading glasses and examined it closely for a while, then leaned in to sniff it. After using a magnifying glass for a detailed inspection, he nodded in confirmation. "It is natural sheep gallstone, and the quality is quite good. How do you plan to sell it?"

Chen Feng said calmly, "You make the first offer. If the price is right, I'll sell; if not, I won't."

Seeing this, Elder Hu took out a small medicinal scale to weigh it and said, "Four taels and five mace, 225 grams. Currently, the market price for natural sheep gallstone varies by quality from 30,000 to 100,000 yuan. Your quality is equivalent to upper-middle grade. I'll offer 60,000 yuan per gram. What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Feng's head felt like it was rushing with blood, and his heart rate suddenly accelerated. 60,000 yuan per gram multiplied by 225 grams... wouldn't that be over ten million? He had originally thought selling it for five or six million would be the ceiling, with an ideal price of four or five million.

This astronomical price completely shocked him.

Seeing that Chen Feng was silent, Elder Hu frowned slightly. "Mr. Chen, are you dissatisfied with this price?"

Coming back to his senses, Chen Feng shook his head quickly. "No. To be honest, the price you're offering is much higher than I expected."

Chen Feng spoke very candidly, and his initial excitement quickly settled down.

Ten million was a lot to him, but as the saying goes, he was damn well dying; no amount of money could buy him another few decades of life.

So, while the money was good, it wasn't of great use to a man on the verge of death.

Seeing Chen Feng's natural demeanor, Elder Hu nodded with appreciation. "Not bad. You just happened to run into me this time. If you went to another pharmacy or an auction house, they might not give you this kind of price."

Elder Hu spoke very plainly. He wasn't short on money himself, and more importantly, this piece of natural sheep gallstone was exactly the ingredient he needed for a prescription for a VIP. He could expense it, so there was no need to save money for the VIP's family. In other words, he wasn't spending his own money to buy Chen Feng's gallstone, so he had nothing to feel stingy about.

Chen Feng believed Elder Hu's words. Even if he had said 30,000 yuan per gram, Chen Feng would have certainly sold it.

"My luck has been quite good lately," Chen Feng said with a smile. "Thank you, Elder Hu."

"Don't mention it. I'm not losing out either," Elder Hu smiled and said directly, "Then it's settled. 60,000 yuan per gram, 225 grams in total, 13.5 million yuan. Give me your bank account number and name, and I'll have someone transfer the money to you immediately."

"Ah, okay. Thank you."

As Chen Feng went to get paper and a pen, the beautiful lady beside him proactively said, "Just send it to me on WeChat. I'll forward it; handwriting might lead to errors."

Thinking it made sense, Chen Feng added her on WeChat and sent his account details and name.

Once Elder Hu received the information, he picked up his phone and made a call.

Afterward, Elder Hu chatted with Chen Feng for a few more minutes. In about ten minutes, Chen Feng received a text message from his bank notifying him of the incoming funds.

To be safe, Chen Feng specifically logged into his online banking via his phone to check. The long string of digits in his account balance made him feel as if he were seeing things.

He had money! And over ten million had arrived all at once.

Since when did making money become this easy? But it was just that easy.

It felt like a dream, but it was a real one.