Chapter 3

The two started chatting casually by the roadside. Wu Mengting took the initiative to share a lot about herself, revealing that she had just graduated from a master's program last year and was now working as an editor for a magazine.

Her hometown was Lushi, and it turned out she was from the same place as Chen Feng, though she was from the city center, while Chen Feng was from a county under Lushi.

They conversed in their hometown dialect, with some differences in accent, but they could basically understand each other.

This immediately bridged the gap between them. It was clear that Wu Mengting's demeanor became more relaxed.

Chen Feng was also quite pleased. He hadn't been back to his hometown for over a year, and he rarely encountered anyone from there in the provincial capital of Xiuzhou.

It turned out that this random drive had led him to meet a fellow townsman, and what's more, a beautiful one. His mood was naturally much better.

This time, Chen Feng didn't keep his distance. He introduced himself and shared some of his own stories, but he didn't mention his divorce.

He only said that he had bought this new car with the money he won from a scratch card. Wu Mengting initially didn't believe it until Chen Feng, somewhat seriously, showed her the prize redemption slip from the car, which finally convinced her.

"You must be really lucky!" Wu Mengting said with envy.

Chen Feng smiled and said, "Maybe I was just too unlucky before. Even the heavens couldn't bear it anymore."

"How were you unlucky before?" Wu Mengting asked curiously.

Chen Feng thought for a moment. Since they probably wouldn't meet again after today, he said, "I just got divorced yesterday, and I was also diagnosed with a terminal illness."

Wu Mengting's mouth dropped open. After a while, she shook her head and said, "That can't be true. You seem fine, how could you have a terminal illness?"

Chen Feng smiled but didn't show her any medical records. He simply said, "If you don't believe me, that's fine."

He had just said it to vent, as keeping this secret inside was quite oppressive. Now that it was out, it didn't matter whether she believed him or not. They were strangers who would never meet again, so there was no need to make her believe or sympathize with him.

"It's not that I don't believe you, but this is just too... too unbelievable. Besides, if you really had a terminal illness, shouldn't you be in the hospital?"

"Terminal illness, no cure, what's the point of staying in the hospital?"

Seeing Chen Feng's calm tone, which didn't seem like a joke, Wu Mengting started to believe him. She didn't know what to say and fell silent.

Chen Feng didn't initiate any more conversation but took out his phone to take photos. The scenery nearby was really nice.

Soon, a Polo car drove up, and Wu Mengting's best friend arrived, also a beautiful woman, tall, at least 1.7 meters, a bit older, around 25 or 26, dressed in a fashionable urban style.

They introduced themselves politely. Her name was Lin Wan. After some pleasantries, the tow truck arrived. The Mini was towed away, and Wu Mengting got into Lin Wan's car and left.

Chen Feng didn't rush to leave. He wanted to wait for the owner of the white sheep to come and buy one to eat.

The doctor had said to eat, drink, and enjoy life, so if he wanted to eat lamb, he should just get one.

After waiting for a few minutes, an old farmer with a sheep whip appeared from the distant woods, herding the sheep.

Chen Feng quickly walked down the road and shouted loudly, "Boss, are the sheep for sale?"

The sheep were indeed for sale, and the old farmer was very honest, not overcharging Chen Feng. Chen Feng bought one for 1500 yuan, and the old farmer even recommended a slaughterhouse to him.

He tied the sheep's legs, put it in the trunk, and drove to the slaughterhouse the old farmer had mentioned, a few kilometers away in a village.

The roads in the village were now paved and flat, with house numbers, making it easy to find.

He paid 100 yuan for the slaughter and watched from the side. He had often seen pigs being slaughtered during the New Year when he was a child, so it didn't bother him.

As the slaughterer was cleaning the internal organs, a lumpy object fell and rolled to Chen Feng's side.

Chen Feng, curious, bent down and picked it up. It was a yellowish lump.

"Is this sheep gallstone?!" the slaughterer exclaimed in surprise.

Chen Feng hadn't thought of it until the slaughterer shouted, and then he realized it was a sheep gallstone.

Cows have cow gallstones, and sheep have sheep gallstones, but sheep gallstones are even rarer.

The exact price of sheep gallstones was unknown, but Chen Feng knew that natural cow gallstones were extremely expensive, costing tens of thousands of yuan per gram.

He searched on his phone and found a news article from a few years ago about an old farmer selling 62 grams of natural cow gallstones for 3.12 million yuan.

This was a few years ago, so the current price would be even higher.

The sheep gallstone in Chen Feng's hand weighed at least 200 to 300 grams. His luck was really incredible.

Several people in the slaughterhouse gathered around, looking at Chen Feng with envy, shock, and greed.

Especially the slaughterer, who was so envious that his eyes turned red.

If not for the others watching, Chen Feng suspected he might have had the urge to rob him, given that he still held a slaughter knife.

"I'll give you a red envelope later, Master," Chen Feng said calmly, nodding at him and calmly putting the sheep gallstone in his pocket.

"This sheep gallstone must be worth at least a million. Your red envelope can't be small," the slaughterer said, full of jealousy and resentment.

He had been slaughtering animals for years, killing hundreds of cows and sheep, and this was the first time he had seen a sheep gallstone.

And Chen Feng, who had just bought a sheep to eat, had found a sheep gallstone.

Especially since the gallstone had fallen and rolled to Chen Feng's feet.

If it hadn't fallen, or if he hadn't shouted, he might have kept it for himself.

Thinking about this, the slaughterer wished he could stab himself.

Chen Feng just smiled and said nothing. Giving a red envelope was a courtesy, but the amount was not up to the slaughterer to decide.

The onlookers wanted Chen Feng to show them the sheep gallstone, but he just smiled and shook his head.

The onlookers, though dissatisfied, couldn't say anything. After all, they didn't know each other, and the sheep gallstone belonged to Chen Feng, so he had no obligation to show it to them.

The slaughterer, with a bad attitude, quickly finished processing the sheep, put it in a woven bag, and threw it at Chen Feng's feet. Then he asked for a red envelope: "Boss, I don't need much, just 88,000. Give me 88,000."

Chen Feng chuckled and took out his phone to dial a number.

"110? I'm reporting a case. Someone is demanding a red envelope and is holding a knife. The address is 134, XX Road, XX Village, Lihong Slaughterhouse. Okay, I'll wait for you."

The slaughterer was stunned for a moment, not expecting this. After Chen Feng finished the call, his face turned green, and he loudly protested, "When did I demand a red envelope? Don't frame me."

The others quickly came forward to plead on his behalf.

"Boss, he helped you find the sheep gallstone, which is worth at least a million. Asking for 88,000 isn't too much."

"Old Cui, I think 58,000 is enough."

"Boss, this is a happy occasion, no need to call the police."

...

Chen Feng, with a completely calm demeanor, said coldly, "This sheep is mine, and I paid for its slaughter. The sheep gallstone is also mine. It's a matter of courtesy to give a red envelope, but I can't be forced. I don't owe him anything. Why should I give him 88,000? If he wants, I'll just give him the sheep gallstone. Let's wait for the police. I'll report you for gang extortion and robbery."

The "pleaders" immediately took a step back. They were ordinary people and didn't want to get involved in legal trouble.

One of them waved his hands and loudly protested, "This has nothing to do with me. Don't frame me. I'm leaving, you solve it yourselves."

He quickly walked away, and the others followed suit.

Only the slaughterer demanding the red envelope was left staring at Chen Feng.

In the end, the slaughterer gave in, sighing, "You're too stingy. This is worth a million, is it too much to ask for a few thousand?"

"Let's wait for the police. I hate being threatened."

"I didn't threaten you."

"You did."

"I didn't."

"Fine. I'll wait in my car. I don't want to waste time with you."

Chen Feng picked up the woven bag with the slaughtered sheep, turned, and walked out the door.

The slaughterer subconsciously followed him to the door and watched as Chen Feng put the bag in the trunk, closed it, walked to the driver's side, opened the door, got in, started the car, and drove away... just like that!

The slaughterer, standing at the slaughterhouse door, was stunned for a long time before shouting in anger, "Damn, what a heartless guy!"