Chapter 77 Give Me Money!

  When they heard Zhang Wen's sudden words, the five young men subconsciously wanted to quicken their pace and leave. However, when they saw the crowd of onlookers blocking the entrance of the small restaurant, whose emotions were gradually becoming agitated, and thought about Zhang Wen behind them, who seemed to have practiced martial arts for a few days and was staring at them with a fierce gaze, they couldn't help but feel intimidated. After a fierce psychological struggle, they finally stood still, their hearts racing with fear, and asked: "Is...is there anything else?"

  "Give me the money." Zhang Wen Zhong replied.

  "Give... give money?" The five guys were stunned, and asked in surprise: "What money?" They couldn't help but make a bitter face and speculate: Could it be that they had tried to extort money from him but instead got counter-extorted by this self-proclaimed doctor? If so, their faces would really lose big...

  "Wang Bo's meal money, the watermelon money from the fruit-selling auntie, Chen Shu's licorice root money, and my medical expenses." Zhang Wen-zhong counted on his fingers, telling them one by one. "Don't worry, we are all honest people, the amount of money is the amount of money, absolutely no more will be collected from you. Wang Bo, fruit-selling auntie, and Chen Shu, can you agree?"

  "That's right, Little Zhang is absolutely right!" Wang Bo, the fruit vendor auntie and Uncle Chen all nodded in agreement. At this moment, they were no longer afraid of these five young men, and one after another stretched out their hands, saying in unison: "Give us money!"

  "Give us money!" The onlookers at the entrance of the small restaurant also cooperated very well, shouting in unison.

  It seems they've offended everyone, and the five young men's faces have also changed. They don't dare to be arrogant anymore, with a sorrowful face, they weakly asked: "H-h-how much money?"

  Wang Bo, the fruit-selling auntie and Uncle Chen also didn't give them any discounts, each reporting a number. They were all honest people, although they disliked these five young men, but they didn't take advantage of this opportunity to overcharge them. Zhang Wen-zhong also didn't give them any discounts, reporting an amount for the consultation fee that should be collected during the visit.

  In this situation, the five guys, no matter how unwilling they were, had to admit defeat and meekly take out their money and put it on the table. Then, amidst the enthusiastic cheers of victory from the onlookers, they tucked their tails and ran away without looking back. And just as they were fleeing in a hurry, Wang Bo was still waving several banknotes at them, shouting: "Hey, hey, I still want to find you guys for money, how can you all run away?"

  "Wang Bo, consider this extra money as their compensation for fixing the dinner table." Zhang Wenzhong said with a smile, bending down to help Wang Bo lift up the overturned dinner table.

  Wang Bo then bent down to pick up the chopsticks scattered all over the floor. As he picked them up, he didn't forget to express his gratitude: "Xiao Zhang, I really have to thank you today. If it weren't for you, not only would I not be able to get back this meal money, but I would also be extorted a large sum of money by them."

  "Yes, Little Zhang, today it's all thanks to you. Otherwise, we would have had to swallow this bitter resentment wholeheartedly." The fruit vendor aunt walked over with a watermelon in her arms and stuffed it into Zhang Wen's embrace without saying a word, "Here, Auntie is giving you a watermelon as a thank you for your help."

  "Everyone is neighbors, helping each other is a matter of course, no need to thank me? Besides, I just helped you get back the money for a watermelon, if you give me another watermelon, isn't it equivalent to not getting the money back?"

  "This is not the same." The fruit vendor aunt didn't care about Zhang Wen's excuses at all, and forcibly stuffed the watermelon into his arms. She turned around and left immediately, without giving Zhang Wen any chance to react. As she walked away, she said: "Whether you pay or not doesn't matter, what matters is this gesture! You helped us vent our anger, if I had to, I'd even bring my whole truck of watermelons to give to you."

  Zhang Wen-zhong was startled by these words and hastily said: "No, absolutely not, just this one is enough."

  Since the five little guys had already run away, the onlookers gathered together to chat for a while and then dispersed. Zhang Wen-zhong was also done eating by this time, and he asked with his arms around the watermelon: "Wang Bo, how much?"

  "I don't want any money." Wang Bo, who was squatting on the ground picking up chopsticks, replied without even lifting his head.

  Zhang Wen Zhong was stunned: "How can you not want money?"

  Wang Bo finally looked up and replied, "You not only helped me avoid a loss today, but also spoke out for me. How can I possibly accept your money?"

  Zhang Wenzhong shook his head with a bitter smile: "No, Wang Bo, today's money, you must collect it all. If you don't collect it or collect less, then I won't come to your place for dinner again."

  "Ah, you kid..." Wang Bo was taken aback at first, then shook his head and smiled helplessly. He had no choice but to accept Zhang Wen's payment for the meal. However, as Zhang Wen was leaving, he insisted on escorting him all the way to the entrance of the residential area.

  Looking at Wang Bo's grateful face, Zhang Wen Zhong couldn't help but shake his head and smile wryly, saying: "Wang Bo, don't see me off either, you know I live in this neighborhood, there's no need to send me off. Besides, if you leave now, who will take care of your restaurant? What if it gets robbed?"

  "Don't worry." Wang Bo turned his head to look in the direction of the small restaurant, then turned back and smiled: "My daughter has already come over to help me out. Look, it's that one wearing a light yellow shirt."

  Zhang Wenzhong looked up and glanced at Wang Bo's small restaurant, and indeed saw a woman wearing a light yellow shirt standing at the door of the small restaurant, anxiously looking around in all directions, obviously searching for Wang Bo.

  Zhang Wenzhong vaguely felt that the woman looked a bit familiar, but he didn't take it to heart and casually said: "Huh, you have another daughter? Why haven't I ever heard you mention her before? It seems like I've never seen her either?"

  "My daughter is studying at Yongcheng University, and she comes to help me every day after school. You little rascal runs to my place for dinner, usually around 7 or 8 pm, but by that time, she's already gone to school for night self-study. I'm telling you, my daughter's academic performance is excellent! Even if I have to sell all my belongings, I'll make sure she finishes university. After finishing university, she can pursue her master's and doctoral degrees... Whenever he talks about his daughter, Wang Bo is filled with pride and arrogance, it's clear that in his heart, his own daughter is the best. "Ah, Little Zhang, I remember you mentioned before that you work at the hospital inside Yongcheng University, right?"

  "Yes." Zhang Wen Zhong nodded his head.

  Wang Bo smiled and said: "That's really great, next time I have the chance, I'll introduce you to my daughter, then you can take care of her for me at school."

  "No problem." Zhang Wen Zhong smiled and nodded, then raised his hand to point in the direction of the small restaurant, saying: "You'd better hurry back now, your daughter seems quite anxious, probably worried about you since she can't see you."

  Wang Bo turned his head and saw that his daughter was indeed as anxious as Zhang Wenzhong had said, standing at the door of the small restaurant looking around with a worried face. So he didn't insist on sending Zhang Wenzhong home anymore, smiled and nodded: "Okay, then I'll go back, Little Zhang, thank you so much for this time."

  "Don't be polite, we're all neighbors, this is what we should help with." Zhang Wen Zhong smiled and replied.

  Wang Bo smiled and said: "Little Zhang, you're really a good kid. Ah, are you still single? Tomorrow, I'll introduce someone to you."

  Zhang Wenzhong smiled wryly and said, "Isn't that right, Wang Bo? You're not planning to be a chef, but want to be a matchmaker instead? Forget it, you'd better just stick to being a chef."

  "Good grief, you kid..." Old Man Wang chuckled and shook his head, saying: "Alright, I won't argue with you anymore. I'm going now, see you later."

  "Goodbye." Zhang Wenzhong said.

  As he watched Wang Bo walk away with his daughter, Zhang Wen Zhong smiled calmly and turned to enter the residential area, carrying a watermelon towards his rented house. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that an unusual change had occurred in his body.