Su Zhenguo was about to say something else when Old Master Su hit him with his cane again, "Get out! Say one more word and return the medicine to Jinnian."
Su Zhenguo and He Xin promptly clutched the medicine bottle and left.
Su Jinnian had carefully examined his grandfather, who suffered from high blood pressure, and said softly, "Grandpa, I’m planning to come back for development."
Old Master Su was overjoyed. "It’s about time. Very good, very good. Let me tell you, don’t worry about being disturbed by your parents. If you come to live here, I will give them a stern warning. If they don’t behave, I’ll kick them out."
Su Jinnian shook his head. "I’ll stay outside, but I will come and see you often."
Old Master Su sighed, was about to agree, when Su Zhenhua strode out and said, "Why won’t you come back to a perfectly good home? Staying outside, do you want everyone to know you’re at odds with the family?"
He Xin followed closely behind. "Jinnian, you’re not young anymore, stop being willful."
Su Jinnian smiled coldly, "Don’t worry about me, unless you still want the detoxification medicine."
Su Zhenguo’s eyes lit up. "Are you actually thinking of staying with Han Zheng?"
Su Zhenguo had never met Han Zheng, but he was aware of the big name of this Hai City magnate.
He also knew that Meng Chuyue was Han Zheng’s daughter.
Su Jinnian didn’t answer him and said faintly to Old Master Su, "Grandpa, I’m going upstairs to grab a few things."
Old Master Su nodded gently, "Go on."
Su Jinnian quickly packed some things in his room at the Su family’s house, came to the living room, and bid farewell to Old Master Su, "Grandpa, I just got back and I’m a bit busy. In a few days, I’ll accompany you for tea at Qingming Building."
"Alright, you go ahead."
Old Master Su wanted to keep him a little longer but, knowing how stifled he felt in this home, had to let him leave.
Early this morning, Shen Ci went with Meng Chuyue to the Imperial People’s Hospital for a paternity test between her and Song Ting.
They requested an expedited process, but the results would still only be available around midday.
In the meantime, they drove around looking for suitable housing and commercial property.
In this era, commercial properties were relatively easier to purchase, and it didn’t take long for Meng Chuyue and Shen Ci to spot several potential options.
And they acted immediately.
Although they did not purchase on the spot, they negotiated with the landlords and arranged to handle the related procedures the next day.
However, as good as these properties were for appreciation or general business, they were not quite suitable for establishing a traditional Medicinal Food Hall.
They initially intended to open a fast-food restaurant in Imperial and have Zhao Xiaoxin manage it.
After arriving, they discovered several fast-food restaurants already operating in Imperial, each owned by powerful and influential figures.
After discussing, Han Zheng and Meng Chuyue realized that setting up a fast-food restaurant with clearly better-tasting food than the others would surely invite trouble upon their arrival. They decided to open a Medicinal Food Hall as a front, to maximize the potential of Space Spiritual Plants and vegetables.
Otherwise, the increasingly lush Space Spirit plants would go to waste.
Shen Ci, unaware of the secret of the space, thought Han Zheng had ancient medicinal dietary books and was very supportive.
They sought high and low, and by almost midday, they finally found a suitable place.
And it was very close to their courtyard house.
The two were thrilled and promptly contacted the landlord.
The short and chubby middle-aged male landlord lived just in the backyard, and they met him quickly. They had just agreed on a price with the landlord, when a bratty woman’s voice suddenly came from outside the house, "I have my eye on this house too, I offer two hundred twenty thousand, landlord, sell it to me."
The landlord had priced the house at one hundred thousand, and Meng Chuyue asked if it could be a little cheaper; the landlord proposed one hundred ninety thousand. Meng Chuyue counter-offered one hundred eighty thousand, which the landlord agreed to on the spot.
They thought the deal was done, but then someone threw a wrench in the works.
Nevertheless, the landlord looked quite pleased.
Indeed, who wouldn’t want to earn a bit more money without stealing or robbing?