Chapter 3: The Rise of the Tycoon

  Yang Feng reacted extremely quickly and turned the car around to chase after him.

  "Get in!" he yelled at the two frightened girls as he turned the car around.

  The two of them were stunned for a moment, then quickly reacted and stuffed their injured companion into the narrow carriage. One of them followed and crawled in, leaving behind a big-eyed girl who stared blankly at the already packed carriage. Yang Feng picked her up in one swift motion.

  Embracing the maiden with a faint scent of chastity, Yang Feng swaggered away triumphantly, and before leaving, he even brazenly flipped off the two stunned soldiers behind him.

  "Where is the hospital?" When he reached the alley entrance, he asked the girl sitting in his arms. The girl's face had already turned as red as a ripe Fuji apple.

  She lowered her head and pointed to the right with her finger.

  The electric tricycle sped along, splashing mud all the way, and stopped in front of a clinic in just two minutes.

  This is a clinic opened by foreigners, inside there is only one young female nurse, blonde hair blue eyes, plump and fair-skinned, wearing a white nurse uniform, exuding strong charm.

  There was also an old doctor who reeked of alcohol and looked like a bear, a standard Beauty and the Beast pairing.

  The beast was now lying on the deck chair, hugging a bottle of rum, with golden liquor swaying at the mouth of the bottle and spilling out in rhythm with his snores.

  As the female nurse was dressing the wound of the female student, Yang Feng, who was thirsty, carefully pulled out a bottle of wine from his arms and took a refreshing drink. Just after he finished drinking, he found that the beast was staring at him without blinking.

  "Rum is authentic!" Yang Feng said expressionlessly in English, then stuffed the bottle back into his bosom.

  "Your vehicle?" The beast pointed at the electric tricycle outside.

  Yang Feng nodded and secretly glanced at the nurse's buttocks as she bent over.

  "Without a footboard and without an exhaust pipe, how did you get it running?" The beast asked in puzzlement.

  "Electric, battery-powered." Yang Feng's gaze still didn't leave the female nurse's buttocks.

  The beast shrugged and slapped him on the head with a paw.

  "Let's have a set of jianbing!" He pointed to the tricycle and said in Chinese.

  Yang Feng gave him a resentful glance and went out to make a set of pancakes at the fastest speed.

  "Ten cents!" he said with an innocent face.

  "Fifty yen!" The beast held out its hand.

  "Drinks on me!" he added.

  "Just kidding! With someone as generous as you, how could I possibly take money?" Yang Feng immediately burst out laughing.

  "There's nothing wrong anymore, take these medicines with you and use them according to the instructions I wrote above at the right time. Be careful not to let the wound get wet." At this time, the female nurse had finished dealing with the wound and was prescribing medicine for the female student.

  Yang Feng suddenly remembered the other two divine artifacts of the Republic of China traverser.

  "If there was a medicine that could cure pneumonia, sepsis, meningitis and traumatic infections with almost 100% efficacy, how much would it be worth?" he asked the beast.

  "How much is a human life worth?" the beast retorted.

  "Pneumonia, sepsis, meningitis have extremely high mortality rates. If such a drug really existed, those patients would spare no expense to buy it." The female nurse said on the side.

  "That's also true!" Yang Feng laughed happily.

  "But do you have one?" the female nurse said with a hint of sarcasm.

  Yang Feng hehe smiled and didn't answer.

  This is a good deal, two dollars for a large bottle of sulfonamide! If you go back and pull a tricycle, even if one bottle sells for two dollars, it's still profitable. White silver is over four yuan per gram, and a silver dollar is nearly thirty grams. Even if you don't sell it as an antique, the profit is still hundreds of times, what a huge profit!

  Not much better than CNPC.

  "Off you go, I'll see you home!" Yang Feng said with a smile on his face as he stood up and addressed the three girls.

  "My home is nearby, so I won't bother you, sir. I've already called Heart's family and they'll send someone to pick her up. It's just that Yang Jing's house is a bit far away, if you have time, could you please drop her off?" said the girl with short hair sitting in the car, looking neat and elegant.

  Yang Jing is Fuji Apple.

  "Alright, let's go, sister! Get in the car!" Yang made a casual inviting gesture with his hand.

  "By the way, I haven't asked for your surname yet, sir? Where do you live? It would be great to visit and thank you in person sometime! Moreover, my father works at the Beiping Municipal Government, so maybe someday he can provide some assistance to you." The short-haired girl asked as she watched Yang Jing get on the car.

  This is to investigate thoroughly, to prevent Yang Feng from running away with the person, and also add a very implicit threat. This little hoof is not simple, not leaking at all! Yang Feng thought secretly.

  "It's easy to say, I'm Yang Feng, just a humble pancake seller, not worthy of being called a gentleman. I haven't found a new place yet, but this cart of mine is one-of-a-kind in the whole city of Beiping! If Miss has a kind heart, it won't be hard to find out!"

  It's obvious, with a car as cool as mine, it shouldn't be hard to find in Beijing.

  "Little sister Lin Yin, I was too anxious just now, Brother Yang please don't mind!" Not knowing the meaning of "Miss" in later generations, Lin Yin said with a apologetic face.

  "Ah? See you later then, Miss Lin!" Yang Feng said with a pure and innocent face, before quickly turning the car around and speeding away.

  "Sister, where do you live?" I asked as we stepped out the door, only to realize that I still didn't know which direction to go. I quickly turned back to ask Yang Jing.

  The little girl hesitantly pointed to the right side.

  Under her guidance, they turned in the alleys of Beiping City for half an hour before stopping at a hutong.

  "Wait a minute, Mr. Yang!" The little girl got off the car, her face red, and said hastily before pushing open the side gate and running in.

  For the first time hearing her speak, her voice was pleasant to listen to, crisp and melodious like the sound of a spring bubbling up. Savoring this sweet feeling, Yang Feng looked around.

  This is a standard old Beijing siheyuan, with bluish-green bricks and tiles, mottled red lacquer gate, grey tree branches stretching out of the wall, an ancient quietness.

  A middle-aged man wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, accompanied by Yang Jing and a little boy, hurried out with glasses on his face, full of bookish air.

  "Thanks a lot for saving my daughter, Master Yang," said Xiaoyang Wenbin, bowing deeply to Yang Feng.

  "Mr. Yang, no need to be polite, when seeing injustice on the road, drawing a sword to help is a fundamental duty of being human, let alone what your daughter has done is for the nation and the country, how can I just stand by and do nothing?" Mr. Yang struggled to squeeze out a refined response.

  Yang Wenbin became more enthusiastic, and immediately invited him into his home. After introducing him to Yang Jing's mother, they sat down politely and Yang Wenbin said: "I heard from my daughter that Master Yang still doesn't have a place to stay?"

  Yang Feng's eyes lit up.