I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city
Chapter 46: [043] Zheng Dongliang’s Family Background

Chapter 46: [043] Zheng Dongliang’s Family Background

"Name."

"Wang Longhu."

"Gender."

"Male."

Qin Tong held a ballpoint pen, constantly tapping on the table, his gaze fixated thoughtfully on Wang Longhu’s indifferent face.

"Served in the military?"

"No."

"Then who trained you in martial arts? You’re quite skilled."

"An old man in the park. He’s a good teacher," Wang Longhu asked curiously, "Officer, I was really acting in self-defense. Those people tried to take my companion away, and I naturally couldn’t let that happen, so I fought them."

"Don’t worry, I’m not saying you did anything wrong. We’ve already obtained the CCTV footage from the shop owner, and it’s clear that those four are entirely at fault."

"So I can leave now, right?" Wang Longhu’s eyes lit up.

"Yes, but there’s something I wanted to discuss with you. Normally, it would be confidential, but seeing your skills, I thought I should mention it." Qin Tong crossed his hands, turning serious.

"Officer, please go ahead."

"Since ancient times, knights have violated bans with martial arts. People with skills could easily hurt ordinary people during encounters, so you’ll need to register your identity here. Understand that this is not intentionally making things difficult for you."

"I understand, I get it." Wang Longhu agreed without hesitation.

What a joke, I practice martial arts not to buff up and beat people till they’re bloodied.

If it wasn’t for Zheng Dongliang tonight, Wang Longhu guessed he wouldn’t be sparring even if he reached the Dark Force level.

After all, these days, you have to pay for people’s medical bills if you injure them. The more serious the injury, the higher the medical costs.

Once the identity registration was complete, Wang Longhu was allowed to leave the police station, where an Audi RS6 had been waiting by the roadside outside for quite some time.

Recognizing the familiar license plate, Wang Longhu walked over and opened the door to sit in the passenger seat.

"They didn’t trouble you, did they?" Zheng Dongliang asked while smoking.

"How could they? I wasn’t wrong." Wang Longhu shrugged against the seat.

"Brother Hu, really grateful for your action tonight. Never knew you had such skills." Zheng Dongliang offered a Black Lihong, but Wang Longhu pushed it back.

"Thanks, I don’t smoke. Plus, I have lung cancer, do me a favor and respect that, don’t smoke in front of me. Would you rather I died quicker?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem." Zheng Dongliang choked, hastily rolled down the window to toss out half of the cigarette.

"Brother Hu, you really have lung cancer?" Zheng Dongliang asked in surprise.

"Hm? Doesn’t it seem like it? It’s in the late stage. Who would joke about that?" Wang Longhu laid back comfortably, curiously rubbing the Alcantara suede interior of Zheng Dongliang’s car.

Noticing Zheng Dongliang’s change in attitude, from initially calling him by name to now addressing him as Brother Hu, Wang Longhu saw through it but didn’t mention.

That’s human nature; people tend to show genuine respect when encountering someone strong.

Otherwise, someone like Zheng Dongliang, wealthy enough to drive a million-dollar RS6, wouldn’t easily call anyone ’brother’.

"Well, you certainly are...the toughest cancer patient." Zheng Dongliang chuckled, then his tone turned serious: "Brother Hu, I spoke to my dad earlier about this. After seeing the photos of those people, he confirmed it’s a case of familiar faces with plans to kidnap me."

"What’s their identity?" Wang Longhu asked.

"My dad owns a medicinal herb company specializing in gathering wild medicinal herbs from deep mountains and uninhabited snowy regions worldwide. Due to those places’ perilous environment, only people with robust physical fitness can handle the job, and their salaries aren’t cheap,

Those four were employees from my dad’s company. However, since they once privately traded company herbs with external clients, violating company rules, they were fired,

The wild herbs they stole were worth more than a million, and the company couldn’t retrieve the money, nor pay wages, presumably causing them to hold a grudge and plan to kidnap me to threaten my dad."

"Your family has such a business, is it profitable?" Wang Longhu asked curiously.

Regarding wild medicinal herbs, Wang Longhu knew very little. In his impression, those wild ginseng and reishi were all painstakingly sought by people living in the mountains.

This was the first time he heard of a sizable medicinal herb company.

"Not particularly profitable; it’s mostly for connections. As you know, those capable of buying wild medicinal herbs typically have no ordinary background, including bigshots from the business and political sectors. That’s primarily the relationship we’re fostering."

"Oh." Wang Longhu nodded, pretending to understand, though he was somewhat skeptical internally.

The rarer and more precious something is, the more valuable it becomes, and countless people are willing to take risks for it.

In America’s Alaska, there’s a profession called Alaska crab fishermen, who each year, during the sun’s direct rays at the Tropic of Cancer, sail to the sea near the Arctic Circle.

The sea surface temperature there is commonly below minus 40 degrees; a person fallen into the water would freeze in under a minute.

In such conditions, crab fishermen work 20 hours daily, and many suffer frostbite sequela as a result.

Their hands and feet develop severe frostbite, and back in the cabin, the wounds split open, bleeding unstoppably. Unlucky fishermen might even die from infected wounds.

Such strenuous risk-taking rewards an average of $100,000 within five days, equivalent to over 700,000 yuan.

Thus, king crab also becomes an expensive delicacy on wealthy tables.

If merely satisfying culinary desires yields such enormous profits for king crab, imagine the greater benefits linked to wild medicinal herbs crucial for human health and maintenance.

Zheng Dongliang’s company is certainly no small affair.

"My dad said he really appreciates your rescue, so asked me to transfer $20,000 to you as a token of gratitude. Brother Hu, could you give me a bank account? I’ll transfer the money now." Zheng Dongliang picked up his phone: "Additionally, my dad mentioned, would you be interested in some work? It’s not long, but the pay is generous."

Wang Longhu hadn’t expected that his casual help driving away those few people could earn him $20,000, more than what he’d earn struggling for a year in Hang City.

Rich families are truly different, they’re generous with rewards.

What intrigued Wang Longhu more was the kind of work Zheng Dongliang’s dad mentioned. Could it involve inviting him to gather herbs in the deep mountains and forests?

Search the lightnovelworld.cc website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.