Chapter 22: A Stroke of Good Fortune

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Faced with the settlement statement in his hands, Wu Bei took a full quarter of an hour to calm down, transitioning from his initial astonishment to sheer disbelief.

He racked his brain, but he could not fathom who would deposit two million into his hospital account all at once.

Two million! Even if you threw that much into the water, it would stir up a massive splash, yet the person who helped him chose to remain anonymous. It was completely illogical.

The crucial point was that he had no special talents, nor did he seem to have anything worth exploiting.

Who on earth was this person?

For things he could not understand, Wu Bei always chose to be optimistic and set them aside. He believed that if the person helping him had an ulterior motive, they would eventually reveal themselves.

As lunchtime approached, Wu Bei told his buddies to wait for him at a nearby restaurant while he finished wiping down his father and cleaning up.

The old man liked cleanliness and insisted on being kept tidy every single day.

Stroking his father’s withered spine, Wu Bei whispered with a heart full of pain, "Dad, the hospital notified us to prepare for your surgery. Which day do you think is best?"

Wu Shihao flinched as if pricked by a needle. He asked in a deep voice, "Where would we get the money for surgery?"

"Don't worry about the money," Wu Bei comforted him as he always did.

For over a year, he had grown accustomed to carrying all the heavy burdens on his own shoulders.

After he said this, the father and son fell back into silence.

When Wu Bei took out the razor, Wu Shihao touched his forehead and began, "Xiao Bei, if one day I’m no longer here, you’ll be fine taking care of yourself, right?"

Wu Bei hurriedly cut him off. "What kind of foolish talk is that! You’ll recover after the surgery, and by the time I find a wife, you’ll have to watch my kids for me!"

He was an emotional person who never liked to dwell on life and death, nor was he willing to contemplate any misfortune.

Of course, if he didn't possess such a belief, he might have collapsed long ago.

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"Yes, yes, yes, I still have to take care of my grandson."

Wu Shihao gave a simple, honest smile, though there was a clear glimmer of tears in his murky eyes.

"I used to worry that your personality was too withdrawn to make friends, but seeing those boys today, I’m truly happy for you."

"That’s a given. Look at who I take after!"

"Don't be arrogant. Making friends is just like finding a partner; you have to treat them with sincerity!"

"Don't worry, don't worry. Once I finish taking care of you, I’m off to treat them to a meal."

It was a rare moment for the father and son to chat for a while before Wu Bei felt at ease enough to leave the ward.

A few minutes later, at a Hunan restaurant near the hospital.

Wang Shun, Qi Jinlong, and Luo Hou had already started drinking, with six or seven beer bottles lying by their feet.

Wang Shun, his face flushed red, grabbed Wu Bei for support. "I can't do it, Brother Wu. I really can't outdrink these two! You have to step in for me!"

"Buddy, didn't you say you'd introduce us to a pretty nurse? Where is she?" Luo Hou peered around behind Wu Bei like a monkey.

Wu Bei had originally intended to invite Su Qing along, but she had finished her early shift, and he had missed her.

"Looking like a demonized feather duster, yet you still want to pick up girls? Brother Wu, I have to toast you. In less than two hours, you helped me earn over a hundred thousand. This kindness, brother, I’ll remember it for a lifetime! If you need anything in the future, just call. Watch how I step up!"

Qi Jinlong hiccuped, his face glowing with excitement as he grabbed Wu Bei's hand.

"We’re all brothers, don't talk like that. Enjoy yourselves today. I’ll just have a little; I can't leave the old man alone."

Wu Bei laughed heartily, grabbed a bottle of beer, and chugged it directly.

After a few bottles went down, Wu Bei quickly called the waiter to order more food.

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The last time he had been to a restaurant was right after he was discharged from the military. For so long, Wu Bei had been living frugally; to say he wasn't craving good food would be a complete lie.

Qi Jinlong, already quite drunk, grabbed Wu Bei’s hand again to express his feelings. "Brother Wu, I was just telling them—you have great skills and a sharp mind. It’s a waste to be a mover. How about we partner up and start a business? My big brother is doing earthwork in the South City recently; I’ll ask him for a favor. He should be able to give us some small jobs."

"No business talk while drinking. If you want to chat, let's wait until we're sober tomorrow."

Wu Bei always remembered the drinking etiquette his father had taught him and laughed as he changed the subject.

"Buzz, buzz..."

Just then, Wu Bei’s phone vibrated abruptly. He pulled it out and saw it was a transfer notification.

"What the hell!"

Wu Bei scanned it briefly before crying out in shock.

"How much is it? You're so excited..."

Qi Jinlong leaned his head in, squinting his bleary eyes. "Let me count—units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands, hundred thousands... Dad! Grandpa!"

At the same time, Wang Shun and Luo Hou curiously crowded around.

One million!

That’s right, Wu Bei rubbed his eyes again to confirm that someone had transferred one million to him!

The key was that he hadn't used this card in a long time, and very few people even knew it existed!

Wu Bei didn't know what kind of incredible luck he had stumbled upon today, as if money were sticking to him like a magnet...