From Wage Slave to Tycoon novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Chapter 107: There’s Too Much Suffering in the World, You Can’t Help Everyone

One hour and ten minutes!

Su Chen’s private jet slowly landed on the business apron at the Imperial Capital’s airport.

The medical personnel, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately transferred the young boy to the ambulance.

"Mr. Su, thank you so, so much!"

Gelie said, once again trying to kneel before Su Chen, but Chen Fei, who was standing to the side, quickly pulled him up.

"Don’t thank me anymore. You’ve said it I don’t know how many times on the way here. Hurry and take your brother to the hospital. Don’t waste any more time!"

While on the plane, Su Chen had also learned a bit about the little boy’s and Gelie’s family situation. Their parents were old herders who raised over a thousand cattle and sheep, so the family was quite well-off.

He didn’t play the part of a bleeding heart, saying things like he could help further or find top experts in the Imperial Capital. This didn’t mean Su Chen was cold-blooded; after all, they were complete strangers. The fact that he had lent a hand to bring them to the Imperial Capital was already more than enough.

Did he really need to see it through to the very end?

Su Chen was no great saint. There was too much suffering in the world; he couldn’t help everyone. He could only say that when he happened to encounter it, he could offer a bit of appropriate assistance.

Hearing this, Gelie nodded, got into the ambulance with the middle-aged paramedic, and as Su Chen and the other two watched, the ambulance departed from the business airport with a WEE-WOO WEE-WOO.

"Let’s head back," Su Chen said before getting on the airport shuttle.

The airport shuttle would take them to the main entrance of the airport.

Since he didn’t have any of his own people here in the Imperial Capital, Su Chen hadn’t arranged for a car to pick him up. He would have to take a taxi back himself.

When he returned to the courtyard house, he saw Aunt Tang sweeping the accumulated snow in the courtyard.

The weather in the Imperial Capital had been unpredictable recently. The days were bright and sunny, but as soon as night fell, the snow would start and not let up.

"Sir, you’re back!" Aunt Tang exclaimed, quickly putting down her broom when she saw Su Chen and the others.

"Mhm. Aunt Tang, for lunch today, make something with strong flavors. Sichuan cuisine would be best. Even better if you could do a hot pot. My taste buds have gone numb from all the time in Inner Mongolia!" As he spoke, Su Chen thought of the taste of a red-oil hot pot and naturally swallowed his saliva.

Aunt Tang said with a smile, "I can make hot pot. I just so happened to have bought some hot pot base earlier. I’ll go out and buy some side ingredients, and we can have hot pot for lunch!"

"Okay, you and Old Jiang can figure it out." Su Chen didn’t need to worry about these things. Who bought the groceries, who prepared the soup base—Jiang Hui and the others had their own arrangements. All he had to do was wait to eat.

"Meow~ Meow~"

Just as he stepped back into the house, a slightly plump orange cat ran over, meowing nonstop at his feet.

"Whoa, Yuanbao, how long has it been? How did you get so big! If you keep this up, you’re going to turn into a big pig-cat!" Su Chen scooped Yuanbao up from the floor and gave him a few good pets.

Yuanbao looked quite clean and didn’t have any strange smells, so it seemed Aunt Tang often took him to the pet shop for baths.

"Meow meow meow~" As if it understood Su Chen was talking about it, it meowed a few times at him and nudged its little head against Su Chen’s chin a few times, as if rebutting his words.

"Hahahaha~" Su Chen was also amused by Yuanbao.

Su Chen carried Yuanbao to the pavilion in the central courtyard. A lounge chair, tea, and fruit pastries had already been laid out by Jiang Hui.

Lying on the chair, he placed Yuanbao on his stomach. With the gentle rocking of the chair, the moment was utterly comfortable.

Good times are always fleeting. Su Chen had only just begun to enjoy a moment of leisure when Jiang Hui hurried over with his phone.

"Sir, Young Master Sicong is calling!"

Su Chen, his eyes half-closed, reached out and took the phone.

"Hey, Sicong, what’s up? Why are you calling?"

"Old Su, where are you now? Are you still in Inner Mongolia?" Sicong’s urgent voice came from the other end of the line.

Su Chen could hear the anxiety in Sicong’s voice and asked quizzically, "What’s wrong? You sound rushed. Did something happen?"

"What could happen to me? I just heard from Hou Ting that you ran into some trouble over there. Which family did you clash with?" Sicong seemed to be avoiding something, not even daring to mention their name.

"It’s nothing, it’s already been resolved," Su Chen said with a faint smile.

"Resolved? It’s resolved that quickly? You have to know, they’re..." Sicong could hardly believe his ears. He had only found out about this today himself. He had called Hou Ting to talk about wine, and Hou Ting had accidentally let it slip, which is how Sicong learned that Su Chen had hit an iron plate in Inner Mongolia.

"Relax, relax, it was a small matter. It’s been several days. By the way, I happen to have something I need to talk to you guys about. Let’s see when we can get together. Bring Chen He and Deng Chao along too. There’s something I want to discuss with you all."

Su Chen still planned to give Zong Xinyao some help. According to his previous plan, he would get Sicong, Chen He, and the others involved, using their celebrity effect to quickly open up the restaurant market.

As for how to cooperate, Su Chen planned to use a franchise model, which was borrowing Chen He’s original idea of opening a franchise hot pot restaurant, only Su Chen’s version was much more stable.

"Alright, in a few days then. Everyone’s pretty busy lately. We’ll come to the Imperial Capital after we’re done!" Although Sicong didn’t know what it was about, based on his experience, it was definitely something good.

Su Chen didn’t say much more to him, just ending with "Call me before you come to the Imperial Capital" and hanging up.

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