Ning Lang came over and asked excitedly, "Dad, is it a surprise?"
"Surprise? Humph! There is surprise, but no joy!" City Lord Ning snorted heavily with a gloomy face and asked angrily: "The ghost doctor came to our house. Since you recognized him, why didn't you tell daddy? You, you even invited people from various families to come with a 100,000 gold note. You are such a bastard!"
"What does it matter? I just pulled the strings so that they could see the ghost doctor. Besides, you see, they have surrounded him. If he sells the medicine, it will be a considerable amount of money. I am doing him a favor!"
Hearing this, City Lord Ning shook his head helplessly: "Son, not everyone thinks the same as you do. Do you think that since his medicine can be sold at a sky-high price, he should quickly refine more medicine and sell it? No, for him, he doesn't necessarily have to sell the medicine. In this world, money can't buy everything."
He taught in a serious tone, motioning him to look at the red-clothed teenager who was surrounded over there: "Anyone who wants to buy his medicine will buy it no matter what, no matter if it's a sky-high price or barter, as long as they think it's worth it, they will spend the money. His medicine is not difficult to sell, only not enough to sell. Your actions and behavior today must have shown that you didn't ask his opinion, right?"
"But I also brought him the opportunity to make money. Isn't he happy to have money to earn?"
"Do you think refining medicine is so easy? It can be done as soon as you think about it? Nothing is easy, and refining medicine and pills is even more so. Otherwise, this world would not respect alchemists and potions so much."
Ning Lang moved his mouth but didn't say anything. He was very smart, and he understood everything his father said. He seemed to realize that what he had done today was excessive.
"They came all the way to see you, they must value you as a friend. What kind of asshole things did you do? Now it's like this, how do you think this will end?"
"Well... I..." He scratched his head and lowered his head in confusion.
Over there, Feng Jiu smiled distantly and said, "Excuse me, everyone." She walked out from among them and looked at Ning Lang: "Didn't you say you would treat us to a big dinner tonight?"
"Well...how about this, I'll treat you guys to a meal?" he suggested, planning to apologize to him after they got out.
"No, just eat here! But it's time to serve the food. Duan Ye just said he was hungry." She said with a smile, looked at City Lord Ning and his wife, and bowed: "City Lord, City Lord's wife."
"Haha, ghost doctor, there's no need to be so polite. Please, please take a seat." The city lord said, hurriedly inviting him to sit down.
"My name is Fengjiu, the city lord can just call me Fengjiu." She sat down with Duan Ye, and seeing this, the others also sat down.
"Butler, ask them to serve the dishes and go to the wine cellar to get out the jar of spiritual wine that I treasure." The city lord ordered.
"Yes." The butler said and turned around to leave.
"Everyone, this is all the fault of my kid. I will drink three cups of wine as punishment to apologize to you all."
As he spoke, he poured three cups of wine and drank them. Then, he looked at Feng Jiu and said, "My son has been obsessed with money since he was young. He won't listen to anything I say. This incident tonight offended Master Feng. Please don't take it as a fault and don't bother with this kid. I will teach him a lesson later."