119: Chapter 119 Li Jianjun

The 18th.

8:30 AM.

Han Jingyang received a call from a Capital number: "Is this Mr. Han Jingyang?"

"It is me, who is this?"

"Mr. Han, my boss would like to meet with you. Is that possible?"

"Coming from the Capital, oh, your boss is the final buyer of that jar of Deng Xingang's, right?"

"Yes."

"Did you bring the jar?"

"No."

"How so?"

"My boss's father cannot be separated from that jar. As soon as the jar is more than three meters away, my boss's father's reaction becomes extremely violent."

"I see. Then what does your boss want to see me for?"

"He wants to chat with you face-to-face about the treatment plan and the probability of success."

Han Jingyang thought for a moment: "Logically, I cannot say anything about the probability before seeing the patient, but judging from the situation of Deng Xingang and other victims, this is not difficult for me. Optimistically, I can resolve it in three to five minutes; pessimistically, it will take three to five days. Of course, it will certainly cost a lot of money. My dharma instrument is quite precious, so you should be mentally prepared."

"Mr. Han, this is not something I can decide. Can we schedule a time when you are free to talk to our boss in person?"

"Yes."

"Then when are you free?"

"Now. Come to Yingxiong Mountain. There is a nice teahouse in the alley diagonally opposite my shop. I will wait for you there."

Half an hour later.

Juxian Teahouse.

Han Jingyang met the big shot from the Capital.

He was shocked at first sight.

He was indeed a big shot.

This aura, this temperament—one look and you know he is a real big shot. Shen Yuhai is just a small fry in front of this person.

The look in his eyes, that "Heaven and Earth are ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs" expression, cannot be faked. It can only be cultivated by a big shot who is truly in a high position and whose words and actions determine the fate of ten thousand people.

Regret.

This kind of person is hard to provoke.

If you perform poorly, you will definitely be attacked.

If you perform too well, you will be targeted by these people, and it will inevitably lead to me having to do things that violate my principles.

Difficult to deal with.

However, Han Jingyang still shook hands with the other party: "Han Jingyang."

"Li Jianjun."

"Please sit."

"Mr. Han, please."

They sat down.

Han Jingyang carefully sized up this middle-aged man: a standard square face, graying hair, solemn expression, and deep nasolabial folds.

As for his clothing, it was just the most common administrative suit.

Li Jianjun was as steady as a mountain. He took a sip of coffee first, then calmly explained the situation briefly.

Actually, it was very simple.

Two months ago, the old man attended a small auction and spent 2.24 million to buy that jar, which was appraised as a Ming Yongle blue and white jar. He liked it very much, to the point of hugging the jar to sleep.

His children didn't pay much attention, just thinking the old man liked it.

At such an old age, without a spouse, he was healthy with sharp ears and eyes. Having a hobby is a good thing, and the children fully supported him.

As a result, when the old man fell asleep and could never wake up again, the whole family panicked.

They searched for doctors all over the Capital.

They also looked for charlatans, but it was of no use.

Monks and Taoists in various major temples in the Capital had also seen him, either saying they couldn't understand it or that they lacked the ability.

It wasn't until the day before yesterday that Wang Zhiwei took the initiative to contact Li Jianjun.

Han Jingyang raised an eyebrow: "Those monks couldn't do anything? That shouldn't be right. Monk Kongyun and Monk Delin from Thousand Buddha Mountain have real skills. The monks in the Capital shouldn't all be good-for-nothings, right?"

Li Jianjun retorted: "Can Monk Kongyun and Monk Delin cure Deng Xingang's illness?"

Han Jingyang thought for a moment: "I don't have 100% certainty."

"Right, the same. Those monks are definitely not good-for-nothings, but they don't have 100% certainty. Refusing me will at most make me unhappy, with no consequences. But if an accident happens to my father during the treatment process, they will all have to bear the corresponding responsibility."

Han Jingyang finally understood.

It turned out those great monks were not incapable, but rather timid and unwilling to take risks.

Refusing to take action would not have any serious consequences even if it offended Li Jianjun.

Taking action and succeeding would certainly bring both fame and fortune.

But once they failed, they would be plunged into an abyss of no return, and they would never be able to make a living in the Capital again.

This is probably what is meant by "the older one gets in the pugilistic world, the more timid one becomes."

Only newcomers who have no worries and are eager to get ahead would dare to take such a job.

Of course, it does not rule out the possibility that some people are sitting on the ground and raising prices, wanting to seek more benefits.

However, I don't have so many scruples, and I don't have so many messy thoughts.

I have one principle in business—integrity.

After all, my fee standard is very high. As long as the payment is made promptly, I will never cut corners or cheat on service quality.

I am a down-to-earth person doing down-to-earth things.

Doing metaphysics is fine.

But doing things cannot be metaphysics.

Thinking this way, he said to Li Jianjun: "I still have the same attitude. I can do it, but I don't want to go to the Capital. After all, it's not a big job. It's not worth flying thousands of miles to the Capital for a job that might only take three to five minutes."

"I'll pay more."

"It's not a question of money, Boss Chen. If you invite a prestigious old expert to travel thousands of miles to the Capital to help your family member with an appendectomy, even if you pay a lot of money, is it appropriate?"

"This..."

"Right? It's not a question of money, it's a question of attitude, it's a question of reputation. Even if the surgery is successful, others will point at the old expert and say he is greedy for money, not even letting go of an appendectomy for the sake of money," Han Jingyang said, patting his own face: "For people in the pugilistic world, face is very important."

Li Jianjun nodded silently, but he was still a little unwilling: "Mr. Han, I can keep it confidential."

"No, no, no, saying this is useless," Han Jingyang shook his finger: "Boss Li, doing this will not only make others look down on me, but I will also look down on myself. It's better to make a trip openly."

"Can't it be accommodated?"

"Currently, it seems so, unless there is other work in the Capital that is worth my trip."

Han Jingyang's attitude was very firm.

Li Jianjun thought of several ways but failed to persuade Han Jingyang.

Finally, he could only sigh: "Mr. Han, I will go back to the Capital first, and we can keep in touch at any time, okay?"

"Okay."

"Sorry to bother you."

"Making you come for nothing, you are very sincere, but it is really inconvenient for me to go to the Capital."

"I mean, if my father comes to Quancheng, will there be any danger on the way? He is currently on oxygen, and his physical condition is relatively poor."

"This depends on the doctor. If there is an underlying disease that cannot be shaken, it will be dangerous. If he was fine before and it's just natural aging, there won't be a big problem. But you must carry the jar with you, and do not rashly approach the vicinity of temples or Taoist temples, so as not to irritate him."

"Is there anything else?"

Han Jingyang hesitated for a moment and shook his head.

Li Jianjun hurriedly asked: "Mr. Han, if you have something to say, please say it directly."

"There is a little risk."

"Let me hear it first."

"I have a dharma instrument in my hand that might be useful. I'm not sure. If you are willing to try, you can let the old man wear it and see the situation. If it is effective, keep wearing it. If the situation is not right, take it off immediately."