The Value of a Signature (Part 1)

  "Xuan Jie..."

  Hu Lai wanted to ask but didn't dare to ask directly, and only slowly moved to the side of "Xuan Jie" after Wang Jian left, making a throat-slitting gesture with his hand.

  "Do you have what it takes?"

  In short, he directly countered Hu Lai's prepared words. Wang Jian had witnessed the battle between Chouka and the Super Saiyan earlier, especially when he slammed that terrifying little girl onto the table, it was so fast that people couldn't see clearly. If it were someone else, it would be fine, but this little girl is also a high-level expert, a genuine black belt in Taekwondo, not something three or five strong men can handle. And yet, she was handled like a chick by that bumpkin earlier, if you want to touch his head, I'm afraid it would take at least thirty people.

  "In the future, use your brain when doing things, this kind of simple and naive approach won't work, if force doesn't work, then use deceit."

  "Cheating?" Hu went "hmmph", rolled up his sleeves: "Let me go find a few dozen brothers, and in no time he won't be able to eat lunch today."

  "Hmph, you're quite arrogant." Xuan Jie looked at Hu with extreme disdain: "You should weigh your own worth. If it weren't for your brother's sake, I would have kicked you out long ago, you little rascal."

  "I..."

  Hú Qiū had just thought to show off, but was caught by Hú Lái's grasp on her arm. Hú Lái apologized on her behalf: "Xuān Jiě, my younger sister doesn't understand things yet, don't blame her."

  Hú's heart is now pounding, if it were usual for Hú to dare speak like this to the little girl, she would have already been slapped a few times and insulted in various ways. Today, I don't know what's wrong with the little girl's mood, but her expression seems extremely good, as if she doesn't even have time to bother with Hú's nonsense. But even so, if it gets too out of hand, Hú will inevitably be dealt with, and he'll also be dragged down with him.

  However, just as he had guessed, Xiang Jie's mood today seemed to be really radiant. Not only did she not mind Hu Ge's disfigured face and nose, but she also lightly jumped down from the table, pulled her clothes up above her navel, tied a knot, and exposed her white belly: "How is it? Is it pure enough?"

  It has to be said that although "Xuan Jie"'s deceased father Lin Wu Er was extremely ugly, he did have a beautiful daughter-in-law and his daughter turned out to be elegant and refined. If she wasn't cruel and unpredictable by nature, she would probably have been snatched up as a good daughter-in-law by those prestigious families in the capital long ago.

  After a slight makeover, Lin Yaxuan suddenly became youthful and energetic like a female college student. She didn't even look at Hu Lai and Hu Qu, put on her coat, whistled, and slipped out of the office.

  "Brother, this cheap woman..." Hu went clenched his fist, his fingernails almost digging into the flesh: "I'd rather rape and kill her first!"

  Hú sighed, his little mustache twitching as he patted Hú Gō's shoulder: "I thought that with Old Lin dead, us old ministers would get some benefits, but in the end we still got bossed around by this little girl."

  "How much longer can you make me endure? Why don't we go out instead, with your connections and my brothers, wherever we go will be a dragon!"

  Hu Lai shook his head and gently patted the white ash on Hu's back: "Endure a little more, you want to rape and kill that little girl first, don't you?"

  "Brother... what are you going to do?"

  He sat down on the boss's chair, turned around and looked at "Xuan Jie" who was starting the car outside, pondered for a moment, then said in a low voice: "It's almost time, this time she will definitely lose the gamble, and when that happens, she'll be yours."

  Lin Yaxuan, who was completely unaware of this, opened the car window in the cold March wind and looked for Wang Jian's figure along the street, her expression full of expectation.

  As for Wang San, he was crouching next to a roasted sweet potato vendor's oven, chatting with the uncle selling sweet potatoes while waiting for the return bus. The last school he wanted to go to had to be abandoned because of the delay at that damn club, after all, one should be loyal to others when receiving their favors, otherwise, the bone powder soup would have become jelly by then.

  Just as the bus Wang Jian was on started moving, Xiang Jie's car arrived. After searching all around, she couldn't find Wang Jian anywhere. She was so angry that her face turned green, and she sat in the car biting her lower lip, huffing and puffing heavily.

  "Hey? Hu Lai, is that person's resume still with you? Get it for me!"

  The flustered "Xuan Jie" had Hu Lai go investigate Wang Jian, and Hu Lai naturally responded very seriously. However, after hanging up the phone, Hu Lai casually whistled a tune and tossed a cigarette to Hu Qu:

  "Get to work, Xuan Jie told you to go investigate that kid from earlier."

  "Brother, you still call her Xuan Jie?"

  "Shout, of course shout, you have to follow me and shout too. Others now think it's easy to bully us to death, we're just two dogs."

  "Hu went away and burst out laughing: 'Then our Xiang sister will become a dog fucker immediately?'"

  "But that guy, I really hope he can follow me, he's absolutely a personal talent."

  "Why are you still calling that son of a bitch? You're confusing me with this."

  Hulu laughed and slapped Huguo's forehead: "You still have a long way to go, learn well."

  Wang Jian, who was being talked about by others, felt a slight itch in his nostrils all the way. He didn't know the specific reason, but he thought it might have something to do with the strong and cheap perfume smell on the old woman standing in front of him on the bus. This smell... compared to the smell on that little girl Wang Jian had looked at with disdain earlier, was like comparing feces to Maotai (a type of Chinese liquor), although some perverts might like the smell of feces, normal people mostly love Maotai...

  After returning to the residential area, Wang Jian found that there were four or five cars parked at the entrance of his "home". There were two public cars and two or three high-end private cars. The public cars were Buick and Audi, while the private cars only had one logo with a big B and two wings, which was Bentley that Wang Jian recognized. Another car had a logo with a fork and another car had a logo with two large M's overlapping each other, Wang Jian couldn't even call out their names.

  But these have nothing to do with Wang Jian, he just took a glance, opened the "home" door, took out the dried earthworms, put them in a disposable lunch box, and walked back to the old man's house.

  Before Wang Jian could even knock on the door, the old man's door creaked open by itself. The old man behind the door had completely lost his usual mischievous look and was instead stern and serious, looking like a dignified scholar.

  "Ah, someone's been tricked?"

  "Go, don't be rude. The old man lowered his voice and reminded Wang Jian: "This is a business expression, don't make trouble later. My whole family has arrived."

  Wang Jian let out a loud "ah" and changed his shoes while looking around cautiously: "Is there a granddaughter or not?"

  "Stop messing around! No granddaughter, just a grandson, do you want him or not?"

  Wang Jian made a ghostly face, shrugged his shoulders, put on his shoes and slipped into the door. After entering, he still didn't forget to leave a message for the old man: "Leave your grandson to those laboring people who need him."

  But Wang Jian is still a pretty decent person, although he talks nonsense in the corridor, but when entering the living room, he puts on a dignified and elegant gentleman's demeanor.

  He took a glance at the crowd in the room and found that the old man's wife, younger brother and sister-in-law, son and daughter-in-law, nephew and niece, grandson and granddaughter were all staring at Wang Jian with an unusual gaze.

  The look in his eyes made Wang Jian feel like he was being swindled by a street vendor selling fake medicine to the elderly. This left him speechless, and all he could do was take his box of earthworms and retreat to the attic.

  Not long after going up, the old man and the old man's brother followed behind with a large pile of things that Wang Jian needed.

  Wang Jian only then discovered that the old man's younger brother had all the characteristics of a leading cadre, such as a big belly, bald head, full of official air, and a serious expression. Anyway, he looked like the real deal.

  "Let me just say two simple sentences."

  The old man's high-ranking brother opened his mouth and immediately spoke to Wang Jian in an official tone. But before he could continue, Wang Jian coughed and said: "I don't have time to listen, you can simply say two sentences, if it takes more than three hours, the things will be useless after they cool down."

  Handing over the lunchbox to the old man: "Go and mash up what's inside... although it's a bit nauseating, just make do with it."

  Then he started stirring a large pot of strange bone powder porridge that was still emitting a weird smell, adding flour, egg whites and other things while stirring. By the time the old man brought the bowl with the earthworms over, the sand pot had already become unbearable to look at - a big black lump emitting a huge stench that made Wang Jian retch several times.

  "Ugh, this is disgusting..."

  Wang Jian stuck his head out of the air window and took a few deep breaths before he felt better, then continued to stir more violently. He picked up that bowl of extremely thick and heavy-tasting earthworm paste and poured it down with sesame oil, continuing the work of the human-shaped mixer.

  "If you can't stand it anymore, go down and wait; it'll take about half an hour for the effect to show."

  The old man and his brother exchanged a glance, both of them firmly shook their heads, standing straight as if they were heroic martyrs rushing to the battlefield.

  "You guys don't want to eat lunch anymore."

  After finishing speaking, Wang Jian started to use a brush to apply the yellowish-black substance bit by bit to the broken edge of the chair, saying as he applied it: "This looks simple, but this step is the most important. If there's even a little unevenness, then it's ruined."

  After finishing applying ointment on both wounds, Wang Jian suddenly raised his voice: "Bring some milk!"

  A lifetime supply of hot milk was handed over to Wang Jian, who gulped it all down: "I'm starving... been squatting for so long I almost got hypoglycemia."

  The two old men were startled by Wang Jian's sudden appearance and almost fainted, the expressions of the two brothers became a bit strange, just like Wang Jian earlier, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

  "The formulas applied on both sides are different, and they will react when they come into contact. Whether it succeeds or not depends on this!"

  As expected, with Wang Jian's words, the broken leg of the chair was pressed back on fiercely, and then a burst of intense bubbling sounds came from the joint, followed by a pungent smell that could knock people out, surpassing even the infamous stinky tofu of Hunan!

  Wang Jian was naturally dizzy, but he still used all his strength to hold down the two ends of the bench, preventing it from cracking open again at this critical moment. If it cracked open now, everything would be lost and there would be no chance of turning things around.

  After pressing for about ten minutes, Wang Jian's tiger mouth was pressed to the point of turning green, and that abnormal stench finally began to dissipate. The broken end also bulged with a crystal-clear large package, although it wasn't very aesthetically pleasing. However, when Wang Jian easily picked up the hundred-pound chair, he found that the broken leg had been completely glued back together.

  Seeing this scene, the three people present all had a sweaty head, but they simultaneously let out a sigh of relief. Wang Jian was so tired that he sat down on the ground, spreading his hands: "No way, labor costs need to be increased by 20%!"

  The old man's hands were shaking with excitement, who cares about money or not, stuttering and pointing at the stool: "Good... is it okay?"

  Wang Jian touched the scorching joint with his hand, nodded heavily: "I'll start polishing now, this is the post-processing. You go down and wait, I'll move the chair down for you to see when it's done."

  "Go ahead... what would you like to eat? You look pretty tired."

  "Is there a bun? I'm starving, this is exhausting..."

  As they spoke, the old man and his brother quickly rushed down to prepare mantou for Wang Jian. For a few mantou, even the old professor who had taught for decades was so excited that he cursed his son with a mouthful of "damn it".

  Wang Jian was very focused on polishing the repaired area, his eyes as if treating it like his own child.