Chapter 844 - 844: Hard Work, Great Merit

"Longjiao, please don't let Mr. Zhao go, okay?" The little chubby boy walked over, looking up at Nie Longjiao, eyes full of pleading.

Behind him, the buddies from the orphanage followed up, altogether pleading for Zhao Ce.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Ce, like a drowning man grasping at straws, chimed in, "Over these years, I've made sacrifices for the orphanage, if not achievements.

Of course, that's not the main point.

The main thing is, I have feelings for the orphanage and can't bear to leave the kids."

Upon hearing this, Nie Longjiao turned around, seemingly wavering in her attitude.

"I think you should keep Mr. Zhao," Xiao Feng said lightly. "He's right; even if he doesn't have a hairy chest, he has leg hair. Just retract your decision."

"I said sacrifices, not hairy legs," Zhao Ce corrected with a sullen face.

Xiao Feng shrugged indifferently, "Same thing, as long as the meaning is similar."

"..."

Everyone present was speechless; how could they possibly be the same?

"Alright, I'll retract my decision," Nie Longjiao sighed.

In fact, to be objective about it, Zhao Ce has indeed made significant contributions to the orphanage.

At the very beginning of the orphanage, the wages were low and the conditions poor; almost no one wanted to take on the role.

Yet Zhao Ce was willing to work hard without complaint, taking on three courses by himself: language arts, math, and physical education.

As the children grew up, he added English to his repertoire, a workload that was by no means small.

So when Nie Longjiao was eager to send Zhao Ce away, she might have had her reasons for wanting him gone quickly.

But with the kids collectively pleading and Xiao Feng also speaking up, she had to retract her decision.

...

When everyone had left and dusk had fallen over the land, Xiao Feng looked at Nie Longjiao and said, "Check the total. If it's enough, fine; if not, I have another group I can approach for support."

The other group he's referring to is, of course, the one gathered at Anping Temple in Jiuyou Town.

After wasting about five minutes, checking her mobile banking, Nie Longjiao replied, "Altogether it's 5,367,000. This is enough to keep the orphanage running for ten years.

And that doesn't even include building repairs, replacing amusement equipment, providing stationery and clothing, fresh vegetables."

Xiao Feng stretched lazily, "Good enough. I'm leaving."

Finished speaking, he turned and left but after two steps, he turned back and said, "Just a reminder: be cautious with food and drinks in the future, especially things Zhao Ce gives you; avoid consuming them if possible."

Nie Longjiao nodded, taking a deep breath, saying, "I know why you're helping me. I'll consider everything carefully."

"Do you really know?" Xiao Feng chuckled but didn't linger, heading out of the orphanage.

Nie Longjiao watched Xiao Feng depart, only retracting her gaze after a long while.

Clearly, with money now, the pressure should be less, yet why did things feel even more entangled?

No matter what, it seemed she owed him more and more.

...

Taking a taxi back to Jinyue Garden, darkness had fully descended, yet the villa zone was brightly lit, as bright as day.

Xiao Feng strode through the community, with many people finishing their meals coming out for a walk, stopping to greet him.

These people were those who narrowly escaped death and gained a new lease on life that afternoon.

They showed utmost reverence and politeness toward Xiao Feng, their savior.

"Brother Xiao, there's something I want to mention. The white pills you gave to the people poisoned this afternoon don't seem to be available commercially?" A moderately overweight middle-aged man with a lively spirit asked.

Xiao Feng remembered him; his name was Hu Biao, the head of a pharmaceutical company, who generously donated 500,000 to the orphanage that afternoon.

"Those were concocted by me, definitely not available in the market."

"Oh?" Hu Biao showed keen interest and continued to ask, "Could you disclose a bit about their specific effects?"

Xiao Feng didn't hide anything: "The effects are mainly against common ailments like food poisoning, with immediate results; perhaps it might also help with motion sickness."

"..." Hu Biao.

Is food poisoning a minor ailment?

But seeing Xiao Feng wasn't joking, Hu Biao lowered his voice and said, "Brother, would you consider cooperating on this?"

"How do you suggest we cooperate?"

"It's simple: you provide the formula, and my company handles the production and license application. The profits will be split seventy-thirty, with you getting seventy," Hu Biao straightforwardly proposed.

Xiao Feng didn't immediately express his stance, seemingly contemplating the viability of the proposal.

Hu Biao gritted his teeth, saying, "If you're not satisfied, I'll go further, twenty for me, eighty for you."

Such a profit-sharing ratio almost seems like it's not making money.

After all, this includes costs, not net income.

Raw materials and contract manufacturing, all cost money; by the time profits are divided, Hu Biao wouldn't exactly be losing money, but compared to Xiao Feng, his share is pitifully small.

After a long silence, Xiao Feng spoke, "Honestly, I never had such plans, but I can promise you one thing: if I ever decide to do this, you'll be the first I contact."

Not bothered, Hu Biao laughed heartily, "Alright, that's settled then. Given the time, how about we go out for a meal? My treat!"

Xiao Feng politely declined, saying goodbye and continuing his way home.

Unexpectedly, the chat with Hu Biao just opened a new path of thought.

Of course, not about earning money from selling Antitoxic Pills, but selling those targeted at impotency.

And specifically targeting the affluent demographic.

If this venture can be expanded, it will definitely bring considerable income, and it's a long-term income, not a one-time deal.

Thinking this, Xiao Feng quickened his pace, eager to discuss with Sun Shijie.

But just as he entered the house, Zhao Guo'an, wearing an apron, said: "Been out wild again, huh? Feng, I'm telling you, how come you're more unrestrained than I am, even though you're married?

Roaming around all day, wouldn't it be better to stay home, spend time with your wife, and cook meals?"

"You're willing but lack the courage; if your wife forbids you from going out, would you dare go out?" Xiao Feng retaliated with zero mercy, "With you, crossing a street likely feels like risking your life, afraid of being hit by a car."

"Afraid? You've never seen us at home; when I cough, she kneels." Zhao Guo'an boasted defiantly.

Xiao Feng turned his head to the left, surprised, "Sis, how come you're here?"

"Boom!"

Zhao Guo'an, holding the iron wok, trembled and dropped it on the ground.

"Hehe," Xiao Feng folded his arms, sneering, "Brag, go on, when you cough, what does sis do?"

Zhao Guo'an switched his tone, "When she coughs, I serve her tea, massage her shoulders and legs.

As a man, if you don't cherish your wife, are you really a man?

Those are scumbags, human trash!"