louisehourcade Chapter 210 This isn't demolition, it's targeted poverty alleviation.
Chapter 210 This isn't demolition, it's targeted poverty alleviation.
Wang Minyu wants to buy the entire pedestrian street.
When he brought up this idea at the "evening meeting" of Renxin Pharmacy, the air was silent for three seconds.
The abacus beads in Boss Liu's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na stared wide-eyed, their expressions as if they had just heard their master announce that they were going to run for captain.
"Master...Master, you're not joking, are you?" Zhao Na stammered. "This street has over thirty shops, big and small, and more than a dozen long-time residents who haven't moved out. If you bought them all...how much would that cost?"
"Money is not a problem." Wang Minyu tapped the table, and Su Qing immediately understood and projected a projector onto the wall.
It was a detailed asset appraisal report and acquisition plan, which analyzed the ownership, operating conditions, and even the owner's personality weaknesses of each store in great detail.
"The resort's dividends from last quarter, plus the 'research funding' contributed by Qin Zheng and Wei Zheng, are enough to start this project," Wang Minyu said calmly. "My idea is to use Renxin Pharmacy as the core and transform the entire street into a comprehensive health and wellness center. The front will be the outpatient department, the back will be the inpatient department, the snack shops on the street will be converted into medicinal cuisine restaurants, the clothing stores into physiotherapy centers, and that stall selling sugar-coated fried dough sticks can be transformed into a health-preserving tea shop."
A grand vision of a "street of eccentric doctors" unfolds slowly in Wang Minyu's description.
The crowd listened with great enthusiasm, as if they could already see the future when this place would be bustling with customers and raking in money every day.
"But..." Boss Liu picked up the abacus beads and raised a very practical question, "The property rights on this street are very complicated. Many of them are old houses passed down from our ancestors. Those old neighbors may not be willing to sell."
"Most of them will agree." Su Qing adjusted his glasses and switched to the PowerPoint presentation. "According to Zero's assessment, 80% of the merchants will agree as long as we offer 20% more than the market price. The real problem is just one."
A close-up of a two-story building appeared on the projected screen.
At the entrance of the small building hangs a crooked sign that reads "Zhang's Massage".
"Holdout residents?" Guan Shan asked succinctly.
"The toughest kind." Su Qing nodded. "The homeowner's name is Zhang Meng, he's in his fifties, and his family has been in this business for three generations. He's incredibly stubborn and unyielding. Over the past ten years, three waves of developers have tried to develop this street, but they all failed because of him. He only has one thing to say: I won't sell it for any amount of money; it's ancestral property."
"That's going to be difficult," Boss Liu sighed. "This kind of person is all talk and no action. If you try to be tough with him, he'll lie under your car. If you try to reason with him, he'll start reciting your family tree for eighteen generations."
"Master, how about... I go and 'have a chat' with him tonight?" Guan Shan cracked his knuckles as he moved them.
"We are civilized people, let's not try to persuade each other with physical methods." Wang Minyu waved his hand. "Professional matters should be resolved with professional methods."
He stood up.
"Come on, let's go 'visit' this old neighbor."
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Inside the "Zhang's Massage" shop, the lighting was dim, and the air was filled with a strong smell of medicinal oil mixed with the odor of stale sweat.
A burly, bald man with a face full of scars was lying on the massage bed, howling like a pig being slaughtered.
The person giving him the massage was a thin, old man with a goatee, who was none other than Zhang Meng.
Zhang Meng's technique was extremely forceful, with each move targeting acupoints and muscle knots. It was less like massage and more like disassembling parts.
"Ouch! Uncle Zhang, please be gentle! My back is about to break!" the bald, burly man wailed.
"It won't break!" Zhang Meng's eyes widened, his voice booming, "Your back just needs a good beating! Keep howling, more money!"
The bald, burly man immediately shut his mouth.
Wang Minyu led Guan Shan inside with an air of nonchalance.
"Uncle Zhang, business is booming!" Wang Minyu greeted him with a smile.
Zhang Meng glanced at him and said irritably, "Wang family brat? If you have something to say, say it. Don't delay my business. If you need medical treatment, go to your place. For bone setting and massage, I'm the real deal."
"Nothing else, I just wanted to talk to you about buying a house," Wang Minyu said, getting straight to the point.
Zhang Meng stopped what he was doing, and sneered, "It's this again? Didn't I tell you? No way! I'd rather take this house to my grave than sell it!"
Upon hearing this, the bald, burly man lying on the bed chimed in, "That's right! Grandpa Zhang's house is the 'intangible cultural heritage' of our street! We wouldn't sell it for any amount of money!"
Wang Minyu wasn't angry. He simply walked around the massage bed, his gaze sweeping over the bald, muscular man's back and Zhang Meng's hands.
[Qi Observation Technique] Activated.
Between the fourth and fifth lumbar vertebrae of the bald, muscular man, there was a thick cloud of black mist, a typical sign of a herniated disc, and a chronic one at that.
Zhang Meng's hands, wrists, and knuckles were covered with a thin layer of white, mist-like cold air.
This is a severe case of arthritis and tenosynovitis caused by years of overexertion, coupled with the invasion of dampness and cold into the body.
With this disease, in a few years, he probably won't even be able to hold chopsticks properly.
"Brother, your back pain hasn't been like this for just a day or two, has it?" Wang Minyu suddenly said to the bald, muscular man.
The bald, burly man was taken aback: "How did you know?"
"For your condition, getting massage from Grandpa Zhang will only treat the symptoms, not the root cause," Wang Minyu continued. "His technique is too forceful; it can only temporarily loosen your muscles and relieve the pressure. But the root of your problem is kidney deficiency and weak lower back muscles. The harder he uses, the more relaxed your lower back muscles will become, and the next relapse will only be more severe."
The bald, burly man listened, completely stunned.
Zhang Meng's face darkened: "Kid, what do you mean? Coming here to cause trouble?"
"I'm not trying to cause trouble, I'm just telling the truth." Wang Minyu turned to Zhang Meng, "Uncle Zhang, do your hands ache terribly on rainy days? Especially at night, does it hurt so much that you can't sleep, and you have to apply a hot towel to them to feel better?"
Zhang Meng's body stiffened abruptly, and his pupils contracted instantly.
This ailment was his biggest secret, one that even his wife didn't know.
How could a tough guy like him, who makes a living with his hands, let others know that his hands are almost ruined?
"How...how did you know?" Zhang Meng's voice trembled for the first time.
"I not only know, I can cure it." Wang Minyu's tone was full of unquestionable confidence.
He walked up to Zhang Meng, extended two fingers, and with lightning speed, gently tapped the Yangxi and Yangchi acupoints on Zhang Meng's wrist.
Zhang Meng felt two faint, warm currents of air enter his wrist, instantly dispelling the lingering chill that had been there for years.
A long-lost, comfortable feeling spread throughout my entire arm.
He subconsciously clenched his fist, and the familiar, sticky pain disappeared.
Zhang Meng was completely stunned.
He looked at Wang Minyu with horror in his eyes.
This is no longer medical skill, this is divine intervention!
"As for you," Wang Minyu turned to the bald, burly man, "lie still and don't move."
He asked Guan Shan to bring a box of silver needles from the pharmacy.
Without any apparent attempt to disinfect it, he picked up the longest stick and plunged it into the Huantiao acupoint above the bald, muscular man's buttocks without hesitation.
"Agh—!" The bald, burly man let out a scream ten times more agonizing than before, and sprang up like a fish out of water.
"Don't move!" Wang Minyu gently pressed down and twisted the end of the needle.
A strong, tingling sensation, like an electric current, traveled from the bald, muscular man's thigh all the way to his feet.
He felt his entire right leg instantly lose all feeling.
"Get up and walk a few steps." Wang Minyu removed the needle.
The bald, burly man got off the bed with some skepticism and took two tentative steps.
Then, the expression on his face changed from pain to confusion, and then from confusion to ecstasy.
"No...it doesn't hurt anymore?" He suddenly bent over, and his hands easily touched the ground! He hadn't been able to do this for five years!
"My back! My back is healed!" The bald, burly man was so excited he almost cried. He turned around and knelt down before Wang Minyu. "Miracle doctor! You are a miracle doctor!"
The entire massage parlor was completely silent.
Zhang Meng looked at his own hands, which moved freely, and then at the lively bald man. His old face turned a deep purplish-red.
His prized family craftsmanship was utterly utterly defeated by this young man.
"I'm still not selling the house." Zhang Meng was silent for a long time before finally managing to say this, but his tone was no longer as forceful as before.
"I didn't say I wanted you to sell it for free," Wang Minyu laughed. "I wanted to... invite you to come out of retirement."
"What do you mean?"
"My health center is short of a chief technical consultant for the bone-setting and massage department." Wang Minyu handed over a pre-prepared contract. "Your house can be used as equity in your skills. From now on, you won't have to run this small, run-down shop anymore, working yourself to the bone every day. You just need to train apprentices and provide guidance. Your skills won't be lost. I'll also use the best medicine to completely heal your hands, so you can work for another twenty years without any problem."
"As for your son and grandson, as long as they are willing to learn, my place is the best TCM college in Changxiang City."
Every word Wang Minyu said struck a chord with Zhang Meng.
What he fears most is not being poor, but that his family's traditional skills will be lost with him.
What he feared even more was that if his hands were ruined, he would lose even his only hope.
The pie Wang Minyu drew for him wasn't big, but it was exactly the kind of pie he wanted to eat the most.
Zhang Meng looked at the contract, then at Wang Minyu's smiling face, his lips trembling for a long time.
Finally, the old man, who had been stubborn his whole life, sighed and accepted the contract.
"I'll go and complete the formalities tomorrow."
Wang Minyu nodded.
【Ding--】
[Congratulations, host, on completing the hidden mission: The Spring of the Holdout Residents.]
[Task Rating: S. By combining "dimensional reduction attack" with "precision poverty alleviation," the historical problems inherited from business expansion were perfectly resolved.]
[Reward: Architectural blueprint "Spirit Gathering Array (Beginner)", which can slightly increase the energy concentration in a designated area, accelerate the growth of medicinal herbs, and improve the body's microcirculation.]
Wang Minyu led Guan Shan out of the massage parlor.
He glanced back at the sign of the shabby little shop, as if he could already see what it would look like in the future, with the sign "Renxin Health Center · First Orthopedics Department" hanging there.
The plan has been approved.
The money has arrived in my account.
But Wang Minyu was not at ease, because he knew that when a leek grows too big, the gardener wouldn't be the only one eyeing it.
On the second floor of a teahouse just across the street, a man wearing a trench coat and sunglasses was using a high-powered telescope to take in everything that had just happened.
He put down his binoculars, picked up his phone, and dialed a number.
"Boss, the target's abilities... are far stronger than we anticipated. He's not a doctor, he's more like... a wizard."
On the other end of the phone came a processed, cold, synthesized voice.
"Initiate the 'purification' process. Send the 'cleaners' over there. I don't want to see anything...unscientific anymore, appearing in my business empire."