Xia Mi finished speaking and stole another glance at Wang Xiaoqiang to see his reaction. Wang Xiaoqiang also felt a bit awkward and said, "Alright, Dakui, stop joking. Let's settle this matter now. As for the salary, we'll discuss it later. By the way, Xia Mi, call me after you quit your job, and we can start by opening up the sales channels for the company's produce..."

"Okay, Little Qiang, no, Boss Wang, I can complete the resignation procedures tomorrow..." Xia Mi seemed a bit impatient.

Wang Dakui straightened up and seriously said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Little Qiang, why don't you take the vegetables to Junle Hotel for Zheng Hua? I'll call Zheng Hua right now and let him know."

Wang Xiaoqiang replied, "That would be great."

Just as he was about to leave, Xia Mi suddenly grabbed him and said, "Little Qiang, be careful. I always feel that the Qiao Family won't let things slide... they, they will seek revenge on you."

Wang Xiaoqiang patted her hand and said, "Don't worry, I've already warned Mr. Qiao; he wouldn't dare to do anything. But you should be careful as well. Don't go out at night."

Hearing Wang Xiaoqiang's concerned words, Xia Mi felt a warmth in her heart. She nodded obediently like a little girl in need of care.

Then, Wang Dakui took a look at the vegetables Wang Xiaoqiang had brought. The cucumbers were fresh green, long, thick, and straight, rarely bent, uniformly sized, large but looking fresh and tender, and their skin was covered with thorns, indicating a good variety. The tomatoes were even more tempting, bright red flesh wrapped in shiny skin, like agate, love-inducing at a glance.

The green peppers and eggplants also looked very fresh. Wang Dakui tasted all four vegetables himself; apart from the green peppers and eggplants that were not suitable for raw consumption, he ate all the cucumber and tomato slices, praising while eating, "Little Qiang, just as I expected, your products always surprise me, these vegetables are very good.

It's a pity that I can't help you with them now. You take them to Junle Hotel, rest assured, Little Qiang, I'll call Zheng Hua right now and negotiate a good price for you, you just drive there..."

With that, Wang Dakui pulled out his phone and called Zheng Hua.

Wang Xiaoqiang then drove the small truck straight to Junle Hotel.

When he arrived at Junle Hotel, Zheng Hua was already waiting outside the kitchen. Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang jump out of the car, Zheng Hua warmly greeted him without even looking at the vegetables and straightaway asked, "Boss Wang, how much produce have you brought?"

Wang Xiaoqiang answered, "It's about six hundred pounds or so. Come on, Chef Zheng, come and see how the vegetables are?"

Zheng Hua waved his hand and said, "No need, Chef Wang has already told me, and we have also agreed on the price. Now it's up to you..."

Wang Xiaoqiang did not discuss the price but took Zheng Hua to the back of the truck to let him check the quality of the vegetables. Zheng Hua had no choice but to look, and indeed, as Wang Dakui had said over the phone, the appearance of the vegetables was very good. Seeing the tempting tomatoes, he couldn't resist the desire to try one.

He was about to pick a small one, but to his surprise, every tomato was round and large, with shiny skin and flesh, without any signs of inconsistency. Zheng Hua simply picked one up, wiped it with a paper, and then took a bite to taste. If it had been produce from another supplier, Zheng Hua would not have finished the tomato, taking just one bite then spitting it out and discarding the rest.

But with Wang Xiaoqiang's tomatoes, he could not bear to throw them away—they were too tasty, no sourness, juicy, and sweet, indicating that these tomatoes would be suitable not only for raw consumption but also for cooking.

After praising the produce, Zheng Hua said, "Boss Wang, we offer twenty yuan per pound for your four types of vegetables, how do you feel about that?"

Twenty yuan per pound, for all four types of vegetables, this price was already very good. While Wang Xiaoqiang was pleasantly surprised, Zheng Hua added, "Mr. Wang, here's the thing, this price is just a preliminary one. If your vegetables are popular with the customers, we will raise the price."

"Uh, okay," Wang Xiaoqiang did not show too much excitement, just casually responding, "Then how much do you plan to take, can you take it all?"

"I'll take half for now, because we didn't prepare in advance, and just yesterday we received a large batch of vegetables..." Zheng Hua explained sheepishly.

"Alright, no problem..." Wang Xiaoqiang naturally would not insist since they did not want all of it; moreover, he wanted to check out Maxim Western Restaurant's pricing.

Zheng Hua took three hundred pounds of vegetables and then mentioned that in the future, they would use an egg truck to pick up three hundred pounds of vegetables every week.

Wang Xiaoqiang said no problem. He could supply three hundred pounds of vegetables every week.

Wang Xiaoqiang then took the remaining three hundred pounds of vegetables to Maxim Western Restaurant.

Meeting again, Maxim was no longer as arrogant as before because Wang Xiaoqiang's eggs had attracted a large number of diners to the restaurant, making the reputation of Maxim Restaurant even better.

"Dear Wang, welcome..." Maxim came forward to give Wang Xiaoqiang a hug, but when he smelled the sweat, Wang Xiaoqiang cleverly dodged it, resulting in an awkward moment for the Frenchman. Wang Xiaoqiang extended his hand, "Old Ma, long time no see..."

Maxim pouted, "I'm not called Old Ma, my name is Maxim..."

"Uh, Maxim, I've brought something good for you today, come and have a taste..." Wang Xiaoqiang pulled Maxim by the hand, leading him to the back of the truck, and pointed at the four types of vegetables for him to see.

Upon seeing the vegetables, Maxim's blue eyes brightened... "Oh, my God, these vegetables are very eye-catching, hmm, not bad, let me have a taste..."

Foreigners aren't so particular, Maxim took out a cucumber and began to chomp on it, and just like that, he polished off one cucumber, then went on to try the tomato. As he ate, he exclaimed, "Damn, this tomato is exactly what I've been searching for, a tomato that's purely sweet—it's perfect for salads..."

Boss Dongfang followed like a little assistant behind the two, silently pulling out a foreign brand cigarette to offer to Wang Xiaoqiang, but Wang Xiaoqiang declined.

Dongfang Zhengxiong then had the waiter bring over some tea.

As Wang Xiaoqiang sipped his tea, he watched the Frenchman tasting the vegetables. It turned out Maxim devoured a green pepper and an eggplant whole as well. After trying four kinds of vegetables, Maxim turned his face to Wang Xiaoqiang, his gaze fixed on him like he had discovered a novel vegetable, his two blue eyes shining with light.

Wang Xiaoqiang shrank his neck in fright, thinking to himself, please don't think of me as a vegetable, okay?

Of course, Maxim wouldn't think of Wang Xiaoqiang as a vegetable, but he felt that Wang Xiaoqiang always brought surprises. After watching Wang Xiaoqiang for a while, the Frenchman's gaze shifted to Dongfang Zhengxiong, "I've decided to buy Boss Wang's vegetables for thirty yuan a piece,"

Seeing Dongfang Zhengxiong nod in agreement, Maxim's gaze returned to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Dear Wang, are you satisfied with this price?"

The offer was ten yuan higher than what Junle Hotel had proposed; of course, Wang Xiaoqiang was happy, so he nodded and said, "Okay, it's a deal."

Maxim's view coincided with that of Zheng Hua, "This is just the initial price, we'll adjust it according to the popularity of the vegetables in the future. Wang, I hope you can deliver a thousand kilos of vegetables to me every week…"

Wang Xiaoqiang said, "Sorry, I deliver the first time, but there won't be a second time. If you want a long-term partnership, you'll need to pick up the goods yourself."

Maxim pursed his lips upon hearing this, about to speak when Dongfang Zhengxiong interjected, "No problem, Mr. Wang, I'll arrange for someone to pick up the goods."

While Wang Xiaoqiang was delivering the vegetables, Qiao Xiaotian was already lying in a VIP ward at Provincial Capital's People's First Hospital, with an oxygen tube in his nose. Actually, all these were unnecessary, but Young Master Qiao was precious, and doctors feared any mishaps, so they had put him on oxygen.

Qiao Hui sat in front of the sickbed, asking Qiao Xiaotian about what had happened. Ashamed, Qiao Xiaotian was reluctant to tell the truth. Qiao Hui said, "You don't have to talk about that, but you must tell me how Wang Xiaoqiang was able to beat you. With his small frame, he got past your two bodyguards?"

As a sister, it wasn't convenient for her to listen to, nor was she interested in hearing how her brother had misbehaved, but she was very curious about Wang Xiaoqiang and wanted to hear news about him.

"Sis, please don't mention him again, don't call the cops, and don't send anyone after him... in short, avoid messing with this person in the future..."

The more Qiao Xiaotian put it this way, the more curious Qiao Hui became, and more eager to know about the person even her brother feared, apart from their father Qiao Ronghuan, she could think of no one else in the Provincial Capital.

"Is he that terrifying that you're so scared? He hit you, and I won't let it go that easily; I must send someone to deal with him..." Qiao Hui provoked.

Qiao Xiaotian suddenly yanked off the oxygen tube from his nose, like he was stricken by something, and sat up abruptly, "Don't, absolutely don't, that guy is too weird, we can't afford to provoke him."

"Well, what's so strange about him? He's just good at fighting, that's all. It's okay, I can hire a martial arts grandmaster, he can't be that powerful, can he?"

Primordial was Qiao Ronghuan's bodyguard, a figure that Qiao Family relied on heavily, proficient in various martial arts, including some that had been lost. He had been in the underworld for thirty years, undefeated in fights.

Qiao Xiaotian still shook his head, "If it wasn't for him, I'd probably be dead by now..."

"Uh," Qiao Hui was stunned, why did what her brother and Wang Xiaoqiang say sound the same? Could it be that after beating her brother, he healed him too?

Qiao Hui guessed right. Qiao Xiaotian said, "He, he can heal wounds with internal power..."

"Internal power, what internal power, you've been watching too much wuxia, haven't you!?" Qiao Hui deliberately baited him.

"I can't really explain it, it might be Qigong..." Qiao Xiaotian said.

At those words, Qiao Hui's delicate body trembled, her heart filled with overwhelming joy. Now she was almost certain that the Wang Xiaoqiang who had injured Qiao Xiaotian was the same one Zhong Ping had talked about, the one who could heal diseases with "Qigong."(To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.

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