Reborn King of Marketing

The old saying is true, people are old and smart, and horses are old and smart!

Older people have rich experience and can often tell who the other person is based on experience. Of course, there are times when they are not accurate, but most of them are inseparable.

Zhang Xuebing was not surprised or frightened, and smiled calmly and said, "The old man has a unique discernment, and he saw it right. I am not a doctor, that woman is!"

He just answered and did not ask questions, because he knew in his heart that if the old man asked him to come, he would definitely tell a lot of information. Just listen patiently and there was no need to ask questions.

The old man laughed strangely, "How do you think I know you are not a doctor?"

Seeing that this old man doesn't have many days left, he still has time to amuse Mengzi and guess riddles.

Zhang Xuebing was amused, so he pulled a chair over, sat down firmly, and pretended to be listening.

The old man coughed violently and his eyes became distracted. Just when Zhang Xuebing thought he was going to die, his eyes suddenly focused on Zhang Xuebing's eyes.

"You have killed people, and you have murderous intent in your body. You are definitely not a doctor!"

His eyes were so sharp? Zhang Xuebing's heart skipped a beat, but on the surface he pretended to have heard a funny joke and started laughing.

"Old man, although I am not a doctor who can save lives and heal the wounded, I have never killed anyone. You'd better take good care of your health. I'll come see you another day!"

This old man was so weird that Zhang Xuebing would rather stop meddling than be regarded as a murderer, so he stood up and left.

The old man suddenly stretched out his thin and withered arm and grabbed his arm, "Wait a minute, I don't have much time left, don't you want to listen to the heartfelt words of a dying old man?"

Zhang Xuebing felt a pain in his arm. He wanted to struggle but felt as if he was caught in a vise. He was surprised that the old man was so strong?

If he had to break free, he could, but the old man would be thrown off the bed. Fortunately, Zhang Xuebing sat down again.

He said with a smile, "Old man, you can live at least eighty years, no matter whether you live or die!"

The old man rolled his eyes and said, "I am eighty-six this year..."

Zhang Xuebing smiled awkwardly, "You can live to be a hundred years old!"

The old man sighed and said, "I know in my heart that I won't survive. In the past, I had one foot in the coffin, but this time I'm afraid it's time for all of them to go in. I heard from the second brother that you are from Zhangjia Village, Luoning?"

From the sound of his tone, could it be that he was familiar with Zhangjiacun? That's not possible. After all, they are not very far away. There is nothing to hide. Zhang Xuebing immediately nodded and said.

"Yes, I am a native of the mountains. Does the old man have any acquaintances in my hometown?"

The old man seemed to be lost in memories, and he hesitated for a while before speaking.

"There is a man named Zhang Mancang in your village. He is over eighty years old. Maybe you don't recognize him!"

How could he not recognize it? Zhang Xuebing almost spat out blood. The Zhang Mancang he was talking about was Zhang Erdou's great-grandfather. He was a biological brother of his own great-grandfather when it came to swinging. According to his seniority, he was also called the second-grandfather.

It's just that Zhang Xuebing and this relative have never met. It is said that this person's whereabouts were unknown when the People's Republic of China was first founded.

Since people brought it up, Zhang Xuebing couldn't say he didn't know him, he could only say it bravely.

"There is such a person, and he and I are still relatives in the fifth server. But I have never seen him. I heard that he disappeared many years ago. Could it be that the old man and him are old acquaintances?"

"Oh, he's dead, he should be dead, it's good to be dead!" The old man sighed inexplicably, and he didn't seem to care about the relationship between Zhang Xuebing and that man.

He changed the subject and asked.

"I heard that you gave the village a way to preserve live fish. In the future, you will buy all kinds of local products and build a medical clinic for the village?"

Zhang Xuebing realized that the old man's meeting with him today might be related to this matter.

"Yes, not only do I want to do these things, but in the future I also plan to build a road from the national highway directly to the outside of the village so that the specialties from the lake can be sold to distant places.

We also need to build a high school so that children in nearby villages can have the opportunity to receive higher education, including your three granddaughters!"

When Zhang Xuebing finished speaking, the old man suddenly pointed at him and laughed.

"Is there a saint in front of me? In the former Qing Dynasty, Wu Qixing begged to run a school, and that was nothing more than that. What do you want, kid?"

Zhang Xuebing said seriously, "There are many children like Zhaodi, Niandi, and Gouzi in our village. They are very smart, but they can't get higher education. Why? It's just because of the family's ideological issues. Instead of letting them go to school, they should do housework early."

Start a family.

There is a saying that goes well, with great ability comes great responsibility. I want to change all this and let them get equal opportunities!"

The old man laughed enough, blinked his eyes and mocked, "How capable are you? You are not just an old man who came out of a poor mountain village!"

Zhang Xuebing curled his lips and said with a hint of arrogance.

"I own a sugar factory, a health care product factory, and a breeding farm. My business has expanded from Ludong Province to Screw Country. I own more than 200 cars, two fishing boats, and thousands of people in four villages are working for me. You

Tell me, am I capable enough to see?"

The old man stared at Zhang Xuebing with squinted eyes for a long time, then nodded with a lonely expression and said, "Well, you are not telling lies, I believe it!"

Zhang Xuebing knew that the old man was definitely not looking for him today just to talk nonsense. He must still have some concerns that he was unwilling to tell the truth.

So he took a step back and said, "Old man, it's getting late. We've almost finished chatting. You take a good rest and I'll come see you tomorrow!"

When the old man heard that he was leaving, he tightened his grip on his hand that he had just loosened.

"Just listen to what I say and then leave. I won't take you long!"

Zhang Xuebing made a gesture to please speak.

The old man adjusted his posture, looked up at the mosquito net above his head, and said quietly.

"I have two sons. The eldest wants me to die. He is a good man..."

At this first sentence, Zhang Xuebing couldn't help but interrupt, "Wait a minute, old man, aren't you saying something sarcastic?"

If he wants to kill you, he is a good person. What kind of theory is this?

The old man laughed strangely for a while, and said something different than what was asked.

"More than fifty years ago, this generation was dominated by a gang of murderous water bandits. There were two leaders among them. I was the second boss, and your relative was the first boss. We used the waterway from the canal to the Great Lakes and the Imperial River.

....."

No wonder this old man could feel his own murderous intent, and his face was full of violence. It turned out that he was a decisive and decisive thief back then.

This is not surprising. Thousands of years ago, thieves were frequent in the Ludong area.

From Liuxiazhi to Shuibo in the Spring and Autumn Period, one hundred and eight generals, from the thieves in the Sui and Tang Dynasties to the chariot bandits in the early Republic of China, there has never been a break.

In the past, it was just a legend. Zhang Xuebing didn't expect to see a live person today, and he didn't expect that Zhang Erdou's grandfather was also in this industry.

The old man was old and suffering from accumulated illnesses. Sometimes he was sober and sometimes confused. He recalled the past intermittently. After talking for half an hour, he finally explained clearly the cause and effect.