In the 1960s, my whole family was murdered by my enemies.

"Jiang Tao has been transferred to the provincial capital."

That day, Zhang Yaowen came back and sighed slightly.

After the director was transferred, the position became vacant, and the four deputy directors have been acting strangely lately.

Before Jiang Tao left, he looked at him with a meaningful look.

Zhang Yaowen thought he had a chance, but unexpectedly, he was also transferred.

"Where?"

"Deputy Director Yamashiro."

Chen Yuwei and Zhang Lin were both stunned.

This span is too big.

It would be normal to be promoted from a county director to a deputy director in a big city, but is this a direct promotion from deputy?

"Jiang Tao doesn't have that much power, right?"

Chen Yuwei frowned.

Although getting a promotion is a good thing, it is a bit strange that it happened out of nowhere.

"It shouldn't be him, otherwise his expression wouldn't be so strange. It seems that he is also surprised."

Zhang Lin silently watched her grandfather's plot, and everything went smoothly afterwards.

Two years later, he became the director, and five years later, he went to the capital.

The whole family moved with them.

[Although my grandfather was promoted too quickly, there is no big problem with the plot. No matter who is behind it, there is no malice. And my father's research results are there, so the higher-ups are also taking care of him.]

Only after hearing Zhang Lin’s thoughts did the couple feel relieved.

Zhang Yaowen was going to be promoted, and Chen Yuwei also applied for a transfer.

Half a month later, Zhang Lin's transfer procedures were basically completed. The family packed up their things, ostensibly sending some luggage and leaving behind some light, space-consuming items to conceal their whereabouts. The important items had already been put into the space.

A few days before moving, Zhang Lin came to the black market.

With Wang Da's identity, being in the black market was like going home, and Zhang Lin felt a little reluctant to leave suddenly.

"Mr. Wang, you are finally here!"

Song Qing was waiting at the door early in the morning.

Zhang Lin comes here basically once a week, and every time this day comes, he will wait for the entrance to the black market early.

"Is something wrong?"

Zhang Lin was a little surprised when he saw Song Qing heaving a sigh of relief.

Song Qing smiled ingratiatingly, "Someone wanted to see you and arrived a day ago."

He Chaoxian brought Mr. Yuan, Ji Yunlin, He Mingshan, and the eldest son of the Ji family to the mountain city.

If they hadn't been busy with work, and if there were not too many people, which would cause a commotion and attract other people's attention, the Ji family would have loved to come and see.

Before they came, they had already calculated how often Zhang Lin came to the black market.

The small courtyard was filled with chairs, and people were sitting in a circle.

Except for Mr. Yuan and the eldest son of the Ji family, Zhang Lin could match the numbers.

I know He Chaoxian, He Mingshanhe and Ji Yunlin, and have seen their photos.

"Mr. Wang, please take a seat!"

He Chaoxian was the most excited. He stood up quickly, walked over quickly, and began to introduce several people to Wang Lin.

Zhang Li looked at the big guys. They were not sitting in the house but sitting in the yard to appreciate the flowers. Was it because there were too many big guys sitting in the house and it was difficult to assign seats?

People of status are more particular about sitting in the seat of honor.

There is no doubt that Mr. Yuan has the highest status, but Ji Yunlin and He Mingshan have similar statuses, so who will sit in the other seat?

He silently used the Qi-gazing technique to glance at everyone.

As expected, Mr. Yuan has the strongest luck. Even Zhang Guosheng, whose luck is constantly increasing with the improvement of his potential, is still far inferior to Mr. Yuan's luck for the time being.

Although the sun is setting, causing the edge of your luck to be a little dim, this is a normal phenomenon for the elderly.

Among the others, what surprised Zhang Lin was that He Chaoxian had the strongest luck.

I remember that when we met before, He Chaoxian's luck was clearly not so strong.

The other people are not bad either, after all, they are people with status in the capital.

"Mr. Wang, I have long heard of your name."

"Thank you, Mr. Wang, for saving my life."

He Mingshan and Ji Yunlin stood up at the same time and looked at Zhang Lin with surprise and joy.

Although they all knew that Mr. Wang was young, they didn't expect him to be so young. He looked to be only in his early twenties.

Mr. Yuan's eyes also moved slightly, and he looked at Zhang Lin more eagerly.

Such a young guy has such ability, one can imagine the power behind him.

Perhaps his identity as a villager was genuine, and there was no powerful person in his family.

But they would not underestimate Zhang Lin. It was normal for such a capable hermit to live in seclusion in the mountains.

Being greeted warmly, Zhang Lin became the center of the crowd.

Gifts were presented to him one after another, and Zhang Lin refused them without hesitation.

"You're welcome, everyone. We're just doing business. The money and goods have been settled. There's no need for gifts."

She is lenient with others and only likes clear and transparent transactions.

"Sir, I have been feeling unwell for the past two years. I wonder if you can help me?"

Mr. Yuan looked at Zhang Lin and thought of his serious illness.

Zhang Lin observed Mr. Yuan. His face was dull and his skin was yellow...

I have many old illnesses. After all, I am over 70 years old and the functions of my organs have declined.

People of their generation who have reached this position, regardless of which system they are from, have basically served in the military.

After that era, most people have old illnesses and their health has long since begun to decline.

"If the old man's lung injury continues like this, I'm afraid he won't have much time left."

Zhang Lin was too lazy to be tactful and spoke bluntly.

It was obvious that Mr. Yuan's lungs had been severely damaged, probably from a gunshot wound. Although he had recovered, the damage was severe.

In addition, the medical technology of that era was not very advanced.

The fact that Mr. Yuan could live for so many years was all thanks to the capable doctors back then.

Both Mr. Yuan and Ji Yunlin, who was familiar with him, had their pupils shrink.

Not many people knew that Mr. Yuan had been shot. Mr. Wang took a few glances and hit the nail on the head.

"Please think of a solution, sir."

He Chaoxian was the host and the introducer, so he spoke very consciously.

"I can give you a recipe for medicinal food, and you can go back and prepare the herbs yourself."

"There are also recovery pills, if the old man needs them..."

The fitness pills that Zhang Lin mentioned.

Before Mr. Yuan could say anything, Ji Yunlin suddenly stood up and looked at Zhang Lin excitedly.

"We need it, we all need it!"

The corner of Zhang Lin's mouth twitched.

This thing is not cabbage, but when Su Qingchen's grandfather said that, it was like snatching vegetables from the market.

He Chaoxian was also a little ashamed. These big guys, whom even he was afraid of, were all so down-to-earth. Why didn't he know this before?

Mr. Yuan and He Mingshan also looked at Zhang Lin expectantly.

Although they were interested in the medicinal diet recipe that sounded very ordinary, what they wanted more was the recovery pill.

This thing sounds like a good thing.

"Mr. He and Mr. Ji are not in a hurry at the moment."

"Mr. Yuan's old illness is serious. Tomorrow, he will take two pills directly."

Zhang Lin didn't intend to take it out directly.

Who the hell would show off a miracle drug in the market? In order to keep it secret, it must be kept under control for a while.

Several elderly people nodded hurriedly, "Okay, okay, we plan to rest here for a while, at least half a month."

He Chaoxian glanced at Zhang Lin and said hesitantly, "I wonder, sir, what is the value of this recovery pill..."

It's difficult for him. He doesn't know the effect of the pill and it's difficult for him to set the price.

Mr. Wang is very clear about his style. He usually won't take the initiative to make an offer. He has to know how to handle things.

"Tomorrow, how about each of you take one and then tell me the price."

He Chaoxian nodded silently. This was indeed Mr. Wang’s style.