Ling Zhenfei laughed, it seemed he had made the right choice in people, Chunyu's future was boundless, and she might even become a legendary figure.

Ling Zhenfei also realized that Chunyu was a cultivation fanatic, but since Zhou Yun should have finished preparing the meal by now, he didn't encourage Chunyu to start cultivating immediately and instead took her down the mountain and headed home.

Upon arriving home, Chunyu dashed back to her room. Ling Zhenfei knew she was off to study "Plucking Leaves and Flying Flowers". He saw Zhou Yun busy in the kitchen, so he walked in.

"Sister-in-law, is the meal ready?"

Ling Zhenfei asked Zhou Yun, who replied softly, "It'll be ready soon." Although she spoke, Zhou Yun did not dare look at Ling Zhenfei, clearly embarrassed about the events of the previous night.

"About last night, I am truly sorry, Sister-in-law," Ling Zhenfei said with regret.

At that moment, Zhou Yun put down what she was holding and turned to face Ling Zhenfei, her cheeks slightly red as she said, "You don't need to say that, let's not blame each other for what happened last night."

Zhou Yun clearly had more to say, but she couldn't bring herself to speak, and the words she had ready died on her lips.

The two exchanged looks, their eyes filled with many things that hadn't been there before, and for a moment, Ling Zhenfei found himself at a loss.

As he stared dumbfounded at Zhou Yun, she turned back to her work, but Ling Zhenfei thought he saw a glimmer of tears in her eyes.

"Alright, let's go eat. Go call Chunyu for the meal," Zhou Yun said in a low voice, surreptitiously wiping her eyes.

The meal was simple, and with each person harboring their own thoughts, few words were exchanged; they just ate.

After breakfast, Zhou Yun immediately went to the manor, as the mornings were always the busiest time there.

Chunyu had school to attend, and even though she wasn't very keen on it, she was only considered ten years old and had been enrolled in primary school. However, the primary school curriculum seemed too simple for Chunyu now.

Having arranged everything, Ling Zhenfei thought of his own matters. There was still a lot to do, and now that he had been elected village party secretary, he definitely had to deal with the village affairs.

In the afternoon, he had to facilitate contract signings between the villagers and the manor, which would undoubtedly draw a large crowd.

The staffing issue of the company was also pressing; the security department could certainly recruit people from the village, but for marketing and financial management, they needed to seek out professionals from beyond the village.

Business at the manor was expected to be very busy in the future, and finance was a significant challenge, not something a non-professional could handle.

The manor had already started raising chickens, ducks, and wild pigs, and they needed a robust marketing team to find markets, so the marketing department needed to be highly competent.

After posting a job advertisement online, Ling Zhenfei casually checked Weibo and was immediately surprised; his post on Weibo had reached tens of millions of shares and likes, with countless comments – it was truly frightening.

Realizing that it was time to discuss the sale of "Xuantian Divine Water", Ling Zhenfei got into his car and drove towards town.

He stopped by a porcelain factory in town to order a batch of beautifully crafted small bottles, which were meant for holding elixirs and "Xuantian Divine Water".

If he wanted to mass-produce "Xuantian Divine Water", the packaging had to be flawless, but Ling Zhenfei had no intention of mass-producing it, as too much production would drive up the price; a premium approach was better.

In town, he transferred the money from his account to the bar's and Xishan Manor's accounts. To his surprise, the town couldn't handle such a large transfer, and Ling Zhenfei had no choice but to drive to Binyang.

After transferring several hundred million from his account, Ling Zhenfei immediately became penniless. Now that Xishan Manor was in need of money, he still needed to find more ways to make money.

At that moment, Ling Zhenfei's phone rang, and he received a call. It turned out to be from Chu San, the master craftsman from the Jade Shop.

"Li Hao, is that Mr. Ling?" Chu San's voice on the other end was very excited.

"Li Hao, Mr. Chu, this is Ling Zhenfei."

Chu San said with a laugh, "Mr. Ling, Li Hao, it's been a long time since we've been in touch. I'm calling you today to tell you that I've finished carving that piece of jade you left with me. Do you have time to come over and have a look?"

Hearing this, Ling Zhenfei immediately remembered the piece of jade he had left with Chu San, which Chu San was planning to carve and then enter into a competition. He hadn't expected the carving to take such a long time.

To be honest, Ling Zhenfei was quite curious about how that green stone of his had turned out. Since it wasn't very far away, he could go and check it out.

"Sure, Mr. Chu, I am very eager to admire your masterpiece. I'll come over when I have time."

"Good, I'll be waiting for you. Plus, we can talk about the competition then."

The two of them finished talking and then hung up the phone.

Ling Zhenfei was planning to go to the antique market, but at that moment, he unexpectedly received a call from Chen Dafu.

Seeing Chen Dafu's call, Ling Zhenfei was taken aback. He really didn't know what to say about Chen Dafu. A call from him usually meant no good news, likely a VIP's relative was sick, and they couldn't cure them at the hospital, so they needed him to rush over and treat them.

Although he didn't want to go, on the matter concerning Xiao Kunkun, Chen Dafu had supported him steadfastly, which Ling Zhenfei had not forgotten. The saying goes: one must repay kindness, so Ling Zhenfei still answered the call.

"Divine Doctor Ling, you finally answered my call. I've phoned so many times without a response," Chen Dafu said, obviously pleased.

"Director Chen, sometimes I get so busy that I don't see my phone. Please don't take it to heart," Ling Zhenfei explained.

"No problem, I know you're very busy. It's good that you answered my call today. Listen, we have a very special patient at the hospital that we can't handle, and we have no choice but to turn to you."

"What kind of patient is it? Is it a leader again, or a big boss's relative?"

Upon Ling Zhenfei's completion, Chen Dafu felt rather embarrassed, "Divine Doctor Ling knows me well, I only call you for important people. It's a big leader's family member, very important."

Ling Zhenfei knew that no matter who it was, since he had taken the call, he could not stand by and do nothing. So he said, "Alright, I'll be right there. We'll talk more when I arrive."

After that, Ling Zhenfei hung up the phone and drove toward Binyang Hospital.

He soon arrived at Binyang Hospital, where Chen Dafu had already arranged for someone to greet him at the entrance.

Coming to Binyang Hospital again, Ling Zhenfei's experience was quite different from before. When he used to come to Binyang Hospital, Ling Zhenfei was obscure, but now it was not the same at all.

Whether it was the doorman or the cleaning lady, everyone seemed very familiar with Ling Zhenfei, greeting him as they saw him.

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