Visiting hours ended, and Wu Jun left.
He said a word to the officer on duty, slipped him a pack of Su Yan cigarettes, and drove away.
About twenty minutes later, he drove back to the villa.
Inside the villa, Wu Jun took out the phone linked to Resource Tycoon and summoned Farmer Number 2 from the game.
Wu Jun showed him a photo of Xu Penghui, telling him to memorize the face so he wouldn’t harm any innocent people.
Number 2 pointed to his large head and promised, "Don’t worry, Boss Wu. There won’t be any mistakes."
"Here’s one hundred thousand yuan in cash. Go to the police station and turn yourself in." Wu Jun opened a drawer and took out 100,000 yuan.
Burglary involving a huge sum. It would be enough to land Number 2 in hot water for a good while.
The Farmer summoned from the game could only exist independently for a maximum of seven days after leaving Wu Jun.
After seven days, he would vanish without a trace, as if he had never been there.
Wu Jun was still uneasy, so he questioned Number 2 carefully. Only after confirming that something as shocking as suddenly disappearing in public wouldn’t happen did he feel confident enough to entrust him with the mission.
Once Farmer Number 2 completed his mission, he would stay in the game and farm peacefully. As long as Wu Jun didn’t summon him out, the police wouldn’t be able to arrest someone inside a game.
"Boss, I’m off then!" Number 2 hugged the 100,000 yuan to his chest. Looking like a martyr heading to his noble sacrifice, he bid farewell to Wu Jun and turned to leave.
A little after six in the afternoon, Wu Jun received a call from the local police station. They told him to come and collect his money, explaining that a thief had turned himself in and specifically named him as the victim.
Wu Jun went over and collected the same 100,000 yuan he had given to Number 2 earlier.
The police asked him why he hadn’t reported it when so much money was stolen. Wu Jun said he didn’t care about that amount of money.
The police officer: "..."
’Hello, Mr. Tycoon. Take care, Mr. Tycoon.’
It was already past seven when he left the local police station.
Seeing that it was still early, Wu Jun drove to Shimen City First Hospital.
It was almost eight o’clock when he arrived at the hospital. The elevator was empty, so he took it straight up to the 15th floor. After getting out, he headed directly for his father’s hospital room.
Before he even entered, he heard Ma Siyu’s boisterous voice.
"Brother-in-law, you’re my idol! So handsome! You totally blow those pretty-boy celebrities out of the water."
"This outfit has so much style! See? I’ve got great taste in clothes!"
Wu Jun pushed the door open, his eyes meeting Wu Guangqiang’s as his father turned to look toward the entrance.
Wu Jun took after his father in looks, resembling a younger version of Wu Guangqiang. Both were tall men, over 1.8 meters, with honest and regular features.
In Ma Dongmei’s words, the father and son were both classic handsome men. She had been completely smitten by Wu Guangqiang’s looks back when she married him.
Wu Guangqiang was currently dressed in a black Adidas tracksuit with a flat cap on his head. He stood ramrod straight, looking full of energy.
"Son, you’re off work?" Wu Guangqiang greeted Wu Jun with a smile.
"Dad, you... you can get out of bed! This is great!" Wu Jun stepped forward and gave his father a solid, heartfelt hug.
From the accident until now—the emergency rescue, the coma, the second craniotomy—it had been a tumultuous near-half-year. His dad could finally stand up again.
"He could get up two days ago. Some son you are, tsk tsk~" Ma Siyu tutted, shaking her head from the side.
Ma Dongmei, smiling, added, "Jun, that special rice you brought last time? Your dad has been eating it, and the effects are surprisingly good. His recovery speed is so incredible even the doctor is amazed. He even joked about what kind of miracle pill your dad must have taken."
Wu Guangqiang was the second person to eat the Super Rice. The first was Wu Jun himself. After taste-testing it to make sure there were no problems, he had sent a bag to the hospital.
"It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone," as the saying goes, let alone a craniotomy. The doctor had said it would take at least a few months of recovery before he could get out of bed. Yet, it had only been a little over a month since Wu Guangqiang’s second craniotomy, and he had already recovered to the point of being almost normal.
The effects of the Super Rice were proven once again.
Being such a heaven-defying existence, Wu Jun hadn’t let too many people know about it, just to be safe. So far, only a handful of people had eaten the Super Rice.
Wu Jun himself, his father, his mother, Ma Siyu, and also Jiang Yi’s niece, Jiang Ran. As for whether Jiang Han, the mother, had secretly eaten some, that was unknown.
Seeing his father recovering so well, Wu Jun was happy from the bottom of his heart. "I have more of that rice. You and Dad should eat as much as you want. When you run out, I’ll bring more."
Ma Dongmei smiled and said, "There’s still a small half-bag left. It’ll last a few more days."
"Wu Jun, I finished my bag! When are you getting me more?" Ma Siyu came forward, tugging on Wu Jun’s arm and speaking pitifully.
"You... finished it?" Wu Jun looked at Ma Siyu, baffled.
’It was the same size bag of rice. Mom and Dad haven’t even finished theirs together, and you finished one all by yourself?’
’You eat so much, but I don’t see you gaining an ounce. You’re still as skinny as a telephone pole.’
"What, you think I eat too much?" Ma Siyu reached out, twisted Wu Jun’s ear, and lectured, "Don’t you forget, it’s all your fault I eat so much now! When we were kids, you got all the good snacks. I was so starved back then that I still haven’t recovered!"
"Alright... you win. I’ll bring you some another day. Now let go of my ear." Seeing Ma Siyu bringing up old history again, Wu Jun conceded defeat and broke free from her demonic grip.
Ma Dongmei shook her head with a smile. "You two... you’re all grown up, but you still act like kids. You can’t be quiet for a minute when you’re together."
Wu Guangqiang said, "It’s nice for the family to be together and be lively."
"None of you have eaten yet, right? Let’s go. We’re eating out tonight." Wu Jun announced. The four of them left the hospital room and took the elevator downstairs.
At a restaurant outside the hospital, Wu Jun took the lead and ordered everyone’s favorite dishes.
"That’s enough, that’s enough! We can’t eat all that, it’ll be a waste," Ma Dongmei said, snatching the menu. "Cross out the Braised Pork with Vermicelli. It’s ridiculously expensive. You really think you’re Marshal Tianpeng or something?"
"It’s fine, Mom. We can afford pork." This was Ma Dongmei’s favorite dish, so of course Wu Jun wasn’t going to let her cross it out just because pork was expensive. He snatched the menu back from his mom and handed it to the waiting server, telling her to hurry with the food.
With a net worth of tens of millions, he could eat a whole pig every day and not go broke.
The dishes arrived one by one. Wu Jun didn’t have a drinking partner, so he stuck to soft drinks with everyone else.
A few rounds of drinks and several courses later...
With the head of the household seriously injured and hospitalized this time, her son Wu Jun had really stepped up. Feeling emotional, Ma Dongmei held Ma Siyu’s hand and said, "Siyu, you’re not getting any younger. It’s time to think about your own future. It’s carefree being single now, but what will you do when you’re old and sick, with no children to look after you?"
"What is there to do?" Ma Siyu turned to her third sister, stating it as if it were obvious. "If I get sick, I’ll go to the hospital. A child isn’t a medicinal catalyst. It’s not like I can stew my kid to make a cure if I get sick, right?"
"COUGH, COUGH, COUGH..." Wu Jun choked on his drink and hurriedly grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth. It was the first time he had ever heard such a bizarre theory.
Ma Dongmei was also dumbfounded. It seemed the generation gap between her and her fifth sister wasn’t just big; they were on completely different wavelengths. Annoyed, she let go of her hand.
Wu Guangqiang just smiled and continued eating.
"And you," Ma Dongmei said, unable to get through to her sister, she turned her fire on Wu Jun. "Your old classmates from the village have kids who are almost in elementary school, and I still don’t know where my grandchild is! Hurry up and get me one."
Wu Jun picked up some food with his chopsticks and mumbled, "Even if I ’get one,’ it might not be a grand*son*..."
Ma Dongmei was so exasperated she laughed. "Then get me two!"