The Billion-Value Lands Are Just For Farming

C189 – Thirsty?

Su Ming felt a wave of gloom wash over him when he heard those words.

Follow him…

It almost sounded like he was being led off to prison.

“Captain Wu, just give me a moment,” he called out.

Rising to his feet, Su Ming made his way to the warehouse.

He uncapped a bottle of mineral water and dropped in a Body-stretching Pill.

Then he added a hair growth pill for good measure—Captain Wu was, after all, thinning on top.

Approaching Captain Wu with the water in hand, Su Ming offered, “Captain Wu, those noodles must have left you parched. Have some water.”

Captain Wu was about to express his gratitude when his eyes landed on the bottle.

What on earth was that color?

A Body-stretching Pill alone would turn the water as black as ink. But with the Hair Growth Pill…

The color turned rather…

Odd.

It wasn’t a pure black.

Nor was it a pure purple.

The color had hints of red. Shift your gaze, and there were shades of blue.

What in the world was this?

This…

Mr. Su, we have no bad blood between us…

There’s no need for this…

Captain Wu blinked: “Mr. Su, I… I’m not thirsty!”

Su Ming couldn’t help but chuckle at Captain Wu’s obvious fib.

Not thirsty, huh?

You doused your noodles with soy sauce earlier. It looked salty enough from where I stood.

Your lips are cracked from dryness, and yet you claim you’re not thirsty?

Still, Su Ming understood why Captain Wu was hesitant.

With its bizarre hue, the water wasn’t exactly inviting.

Such a complex color.

It was the sort of shade you’d expect from poison, not a refreshing drink.

“Relax, Captain Wu. This concoction is nothing but beneficial,” Su Ming assured him with a smile.

Captain Wu listened warily.

You better not be pulling my leg!

If this stuff doesn’t kill me, that’s a win. But you’re saying there are additional benefits?

What kind of benefits?

Is it a swift, painless demise?

Mr. Su, we’re not at odds, are we?

Someone accused me of money laundering in the papers, and I confronted you about it.

But I gave you my reasons!

And I didn’t waste time in rounding up the rumor-mongers!

Murder is a crime…

And I’m a cop…

Surely Mr. Su isn’t in league with those crooks…

No, that couldn’t be…

Su Ming caught the look of indecision on Captain Wu’s face.

He shook his head, at a loss for words. It was clear to him that Captain Wu’s mind was a whirlwind of wild thoughts.

Stepping aside, Su Ming grabbed an empty cup, uncapped a bottle of mineral water, and poured a bit into the cup before downing it in one go.

He smacked his lips appreciatively after finishing.

“Nice flavor!”

Su Ming exclaimed with genuine enthusiasm, “It’s mango-flavored.”

“Mango-flavored…”

Captain Wu was taken aback.

I fail to see any connection to mangoes here.

“Give it a try, Captain Wu.”

Su Ming offered, his smile widening as he filled a cup for Captain Wu.

“No, thanks, I’m not thirsty!”

Captain Wu was resolute, shaking his head.

The idea was terrifying; he wouldn’t drink it!

He was adamant about not drinking it!

“Mr. Su, a client of mine brought some local delicacies from back home. I know you’re well-off and lack for nothing, but these delicacies truly have a remarkable taste, so I thought I’d bring some for you to sample…”

Just then, President Chen’s voice carried in from outside the villa. Su Ming had left the door open, and President Chen, seeing him through the glass, had walked in with his items.

As he reached the doorway, he caught sight of Su Ming offering Captain Wu a drink.

He heard Captain Wu’s refusal as well.

“Mr. Su, have you come across another fine item? Captain Wu, are you certain you don’t want a taste?”

“I’m certain I don’t,” Captain Wu asserted.

“Well, then I will,” President Chen declared, tossing his things aside and dashing over, worried Captain Wu might change his mind. He snatched the cup and gulped down the contents.

Captain Wu couldn’t help but swear under his breath.

“President Chen, are you out of your mind…”

Captain Wu rose to his feet in alarm.

But it was too late; President Chen had already taken the drink.

“Tasty! It’s got a mango flavor!” President Chen announced.

Captain Wu was utterly bewildered.

He wondered, “Are you two in cahoots to make a fool of me?”

“Captain Wu, I assure you, this is the good stuff. You’ll be sorry if you don’t try it.”

President Chen set the cup down.

Watching President Chen’s composed demeanor, Captain Wu blinked, puzzled.

He was about to respond when President Chen suddenly paused, lost in thought.

President Chen clutched his head and frantically scratched at it.

Captain Wu jumped in alarm.

It really was poison!

Why would Mr. Su do such a thing?

Could he be heartbroken?

It seemed likely.

Mr. Su could end up in prison for this.

Captain Wu felt it was such a waste.

Reaching into his back pocket, Captain Wu produced a pair of handcuffs: “Mr. Su, you’re under suspicion of murder. Please come with me.”

Su Ming was taken aback.

Just then, President Chen let out a sudden yell, giving Captain Wu quite the scare.

“My hair!”

President Chen felt the top of his head.

He had sprouted a significant amount of hair.

Hair can greatly affect a person’s appearance.

Many middle-aged individuals face intense stress in life, making hair loss an unavoidable issue.

President Chen, in his fifties, had tried countless remedies for hair loss, but to no avail.

Yet now, Mr. Su had miraculously regained a full head of lush hair.

“Mr. Su, I can’t thank you enough!”

Overcome with emotion, President Chen burst into tears: “Your help has been immense. I’ll give you my daughter’s hand in marriage!”

“Get lost!”

Su Ming’s mind flashed back to the group of old men from the previous night.

He felt a wave of goosebumps wash over him.

He had the sudden urge to boot President Chen out the door.

“This thing actually has that capability!”

Captain Wu was dumbfounded: “I need to try it!”