The Justice of a Slacker

Chapter Forty-Eight

The cold jelly was held up before him. He could clearly see the beads of condensation on the outside of the bowl, as well as the slightly damp eyes of the person holding it, wet from the heat.

When no one took it for a while, Li Wenchuan grew displeased. "Fine, don't eat it." So much for that rare impulse of kindness.

Jiang Hansheng directly took the bowl from his hand and scooped up a mouthful. "It's actually pretty good."

The next moment, both of them froze.

Holding the new spoon he had gotten from the auntie, Li Wenchuan looked at Jiang Hansheng's hand, pointed at it, then waved the spoon in his own hand. "You..."

Could they cut this part out? He did not particularly want to be assassinated by Jiang Hansheng's fans, who looked calm on the surface but were actually a raging flood beneath.

A thousand horses were stampeding through Jiang Hansheng's heart, but his expression remained as steady as ever. He handed the bowl back. "Too bad I can't eat much of it." If he skipped over the subject, nothing would happen.

"You can eat it once you're better." Li Wenchuan joined him in pretending nothing had happened and changed the subject.

"Actually, they sell it in the city too. There's a snack street there."

"I didn't know that."

"I can take you there next time. I think grass jelly is pretty tasty too."

"What's that? I haven't tried it." He had been here for too short a time and had not finished experiencing all the delicious food.

The two of them successfully derailed the conversation by a hundred thousand miles. Only the cameraman noticed Jiang Hansheng's slightly red earlobes and voiced his confusion. Then he realized it really was just too hot. Looking at the other groups, they would probably be wrapping up soon too; otherwise, he could not take it either.

Wang Qiao's side had not stopped yet. An elderly man walked right over as if to make trouble. "Young man, is this really as miraculous as you say? You're not scamming us old folks out of our money, are you?"

"How could I, sir? Even if I were short on money, I couldn't do something so unethical." Wang Qiao bent at the waist and smiled apologetically. "If you don't believe me, take a trial product. If you think it works, come find us afterward."

"I wouldn't dare take it. What if something happens..." The old man looked skeptical, and those nearby who had been thinking of buying or were merely watching began to hesitate as well.

That was right. What if something really went wrong? Medical treatment was so expensive these days.

"Our products are all properly manufactured." With that, Wang Qiao picked up a cup of the sample drink and downed it in one gulp.

He turned the cup upside down to show everyone that not a single drop remained. "See? Young people can drink it too, but since we're still young, it only adds icing to the cake. You can't really see much effect."

The old man who had been stirring things up immediately stepped forward. "Then I'll have a cup too. Let me make this clear, young man. You talked it up so much, and I'm not afraid of being laughed at—I've been constipated for several days. If this works after I drink it, I'll buy a whole set right away!"

The old man drank it all in one go. Everyone watched with wide eyes, but there was no effect at all.

After waiting a while longer, still nothing happened.

Someone began jeering. "Everyone, just leave. I think it's all empty boasting. How could there be something that miraculous?"

Just as they were about to leave, the old man who had drunk the sample suddenly cried out in pain. He clutched his stomach and crouched halfway down, his face twisted.

"Did it make him sick? Elderly people aren't like young people."

"Maybe what he took wasn't the same thing that old man drank."

Someone was already preparing to stop Wang Qiao and Wu Chen. If something had happened, someone had to take responsibility. Before they could sort it out, the old man shouted, "Make way, everyone! I need to use the bathroom! Hurry, move!"

Then, clutching his stomach and squeezing his legs together, he ran toward the market's public restroom. From the way he moved, if there had not been a restroom nearby, he probably would have soiled himself.

An older woman finally caught on. "What did that old man say just now?"

Someone answered, "He needed to use the bathroom."

"No, the sentence before that."

"Oh, he said he'd been constipated for several days and it hadn't gotten better."

"This stuff is really that amazing? I need to buy a few sets."

The crowd finally understood and began scrambling for the products. "How much is this? How do you sell it? If I buy more, can I get a discount?"

Even the auntie selling cold jelly was tempted by the scene. She was about to ask the two young men in front of her to watch her stall while she went over to take a look, but the moment she heard the price, her enthusiasm deflated. "That's way too expensive. One set costs 980, and even the smallest one is 780. I can't afford it, I can't afford it."

Li Wenchuan looked in the direction the old man who had hurried to the restroom had gone, frowning without saying a word.

"Auntie, you'd better not join in on this. It's not really worth it," Jiang Hansheng said tactfully.

The two exchanged a look and headed toward the public restroom.

There was hardly anyone in the restroom, but it was quite clean. The old man who had just been desperate to use it was now leisurely counting money inside, sighing as he did so. "If only I had such easy work every day."

With his suspicions confirmed, Li Wenchuan handed Coo Coo to Jiang Hansheng and headed straight toward Wang Qiao.

The products were expensive, and people did not carry that much cash on them, but most of them had money on their phones. Some gritted their teeth and paid, figuring it was worth it if it kept their old bones from falling ill.

Li Wenchuan finally squeezed his way into the middle of the crowd. He was eye-catching enough that Wang Qiao recognized him, though he had no idea what he was there for. He could only ask amiably, "What are you here for, little brother?"

"I heard it works so well, so I wanted to buy some for my dad. He's had hormonal issues these past few years. He's got a terrible temper, and he's prone to insomnia and constipation too. I feel like this product of yours is really amazing." Li Wenchuan lied through his teeth, but his eyes were too innocent and clear, making him especially easy to believe.

"That's easy. Let me introduce this package to you. There are several kinds..."

Seeing how carefully Li Wenchuan asked questions, some of the elderly people were moved. "What a good kid. So young, yet he already knows to think about his parents. But do you have enough money? This isn't cheap."

Li Wenchuan turned back and smiled. "I can just save a little on food and expenses. My parents' health is what matters most."

The elderly people were even more touched. Thinking about their own useless children made them angrier and angrier. They would give them a good scolding once they got home.

"So this has that kind of effect too?" Li Wenchuan went along with him.

Jiang Hansheng should have finished up over there by now. He needed to stall them a little longer.

Wang Qiao had only wanted to make some quick money this round. Soon, he and Wu Chen would pack up, buy tickets, and leave. After listening to Li Wenchuan ask questions for so long without buying anything, he was getting impatient.

If something had not happened back in the city, they would not have come all the way to such a remote place. These people had little money to squeeze out of them, and after talking until their throats went hoarse, they had not sold much.

Country people were poor.

Noticing Wang Qiao's impatience, Li Wenchuan waved a hand grandly. "Pack up all the ones you just told me about, and explain this new product to me too."

The moment he heard there was money to be made—and that Li Wenchuan was buying so much—Wang Qiao perked right up. "Sure thing, bro. What other problems does your dad have? Tell me." If you were buying all this anyway, you should've said so earlier.

At that moment, a certain Mr. Li in Sea City sneezed several times in a row, making his secretary nervous. "Should we call a doctor to take a look?"

Mr. Li refused, saying his nose was merely itchy.

Before Li Wenchuan could say anything, someone started shouting from nearby. "Why are the police here?"

The police?!

Wang Qiao and Wu Chen exchanged a glance. They did not even bother packing up their things. They grabbed the valuables they had already collected, slung their bags over their shoulders, and prepared to leave.

Li Wenchuan swiftly grabbed Wang Qiao's hand. "Where are you going, little brother?"