A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

This change came so suddenly!

Not only was Director Huang completely dumbfounded, but even Shi Yurou was caught off guard.

"But...didn't you just say there were two more cemeteries...?"

"Heh, it's just two graves!" Village Chief Qian glared and snorted angrily. "If those two troublemakers dare not relocate, I'll demolish their ancestral home!" Before he finished speaking, he deftly pulled out a pen, quickly signed his name, then took out the official seal, neatly stamped it, and finally handed the contract to Shi Yurou with a beaming smile: "Boss Shi, please take a look and see if there are any problems. If there are no problems, we'll sign it now!"

"good.

Shi Yurou took the contract and, just in case, carefully read it from beginning to end.

Once I confirmed that this was the original document, with no changes made, I readily signed it.

"I'm afraid I won't be able to transfer the money until tomorrow."

"It's alright, it's alright, no rush!" Village Chief Qian waved his hand magnanimously, then poured a full glass of wine, raised it, and solemnly addressed Gu Feng: "Young Master Feng, we were blind to your greatness before. Please forgive us if we offended you in any way. I'd like to propose a toast!"

It seems that this village chief Qian has truly admitted defeat this time, and he accepts it wholeheartedly.

One thing you have to admit is that this person's ability to adapt to changing circumstances far surpasses that of Director Huang; he is truly a pragmatic individual.

Gu Feng didn't say anything; he really wasn't in the mood for it at the moment. But since the toast was offered with genuine sincerity, he raised his glass and clinked it with the toast's.

Village Chief Qian tilted his head back, downed the drink in one gulp, and then held the bottom of the glass upside down to show his respect before laughing and saying, "Alright, Young Master Feng, Boss Shi, please enjoy your drink. We'll head back now and take care of those two graves immediately. We guarantee we'll have the site spotless before your construction team even gets on."

"This...it's the middle of the night, the village chief and director must be working so hard." Shi Yurou looked out the window; it was barely dark yet, but she spoke with great trepidation.

"It's not hard work! Serving the people doesn't distinguish between day and night!" Village Chief Qian said in a booming voice, then grabbed Director Huang, who was still in a daze and seemed to be dreaming, and walked away quickly.

Upon reaching the counter, Village Chief Qian slapped Director Huang on the back of the head and hissed, "Go, settle the bill!"

"Village chief, we...we can forgo the profits, but we can't afford to lose money like this," Director Huang muttered with a bitter face.

"You know nothing!" Village Chief Qian kicked him again, his voice low and menacing. "This debt is paid by the government! Hurry up!"

Director Huang was extremely unwilling, but since he and the village chief had a "life-or-death" friendship—having gone to brothels together and shared the spoils—he had no choice but to go quickly.

Even after leaving the gate and getting into the village chief's luxury Crown sedan, Director Huang still couldn't figure out what the village chief was up to.

"Cousin, still haven't figured it out?" Village Chief Qian glanced at him sideways.

"Yeah, cousin, I was really confused. That kid may know a few thugs and a few officials, but we don't need to be this afraid, do we?" Director Huang said, full of grievances.

"I told you you didn't know anything! Now it seems you don't even know a damn thing!" Village Chief Qian poked his forehead with his finger. "Were those guys just thugs? Ordinary thugs? If they really wanted to mess with us, they wouldn't have needed to lift a finger. One word from them and we'd be half-crippled, if not dead! Didn't you hear what that kid told them before they left? He said if that woman surnamed Shi had any trouble or difficulties, they should 'take care of it.' 'Take care of it'—think about those three words carefully!"

He caught his breath and continued cursing, "And then there's Director Chu and Captain Chu. Forget about Director Chu; we can't afford to mess with him. Just Captain Chu alone, if he gets serious, he'll give us a run for our money. And look at that kid, he doesn't even consider Director Chu a threat! Captain Chu doesn't dare utter a sound in his presence. If Shi Yurou realizes we're deliberately trying to provoke her, and then whispers something in his ear or under the covers, that kid only needs to say a few words to Captain Chu, and we'll be heading straight to jail!"

"This...this is truly terrifying." Director Huang's face was covered in cold sweat as he recalled the scene in the private room just now, which felt like he had just performed a circus act on the brink of death.

"Have you figured it out now?" Village Chief Qian asked, panting heavily. Suddenly, he pushed open the car door and squatted down on the ground.

"Hey buddy, what's wrong?"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud "Wah—" exploded from Village Chief Qian's throat, and a stream of foul-smelling, alcohol-laden filth shot out like a fountain. "I...Wah—Wah—Wah—"

Village Chief Qian vomited several more times until his stomach was empty. Then, his face turned pale and his lips turned white. He slumped back into his chair like a zombie, panting heavily.

"Brother, why did you do this? You know you can't handle it, but you still had to pretend to be generous in front of that kid and force yourself to drink." Director Huang clicked his tongue and shook his head, his face full of regret. "Alas, what a pity... that was a ten-year-old bottle of Wuliangye, I couldn't bear to throw it up."

"…………" Village Chief Qian was so vomiting that he didn't even have the strength to lift his hand, otherwise, he would have given him a good whack on the head right now.

Village Chief Qian and Director Huang left. Gu Feng, however, remained. Since Gu Feng wouldn't leave, Shi Yurou, who also wanted to leave, had no choice but to patiently sit down and keep him company.

"Gu Feng, thank you so much tonight. If it weren't for you keeping things in check, this contract probably wouldn't have been signed so smoothly." Shi Yurou happily waved the contract in her hand, then carefully put it into her bag.

Gu Feng glanced at her noncommittally, said nothing, and continued drinking in silence, one cup after another.

At this moment, he was indifferent to everything, only wanting to get drunk. He hoped that the numbing effect of alcohol could slightly suppress the surging pain in his heart.

Shi Yurou carefully served her from the side.

At first, her hands were steady as she poured the wine, but gradually, her hands began to tremble.

Gu Feng drank like he was chugging water, one glass after another without stopping. If she hadn't been hiding the bottle behind her back, he probably would have snatched it and chug it straight to his lips.

She would have let him have beer if he wanted it, but this was 68-proof Wuliangye!

If he kept drinking like that, Shi Yurou was really afraid he would drink himself to death. Once the third bottle was empty, she absolutely refused to let him touch it anymore.

We ordered three bottles initially, and then ordered two more, for a total of five bottles of wine.

Gu Feng tossed one bottle to Chu Hanliang, and the rest, apart from Village Chief Qian drinking one cup and Director Huang drinking half a cup, were almost all poured into Gu Feng's stomach.

He must have drunk at least two jin (1 kg) of that jin-bottle Wuliangye. Realizing how much he'd drunk, Shi Yurou panicked and could barely speak: "Gu Feng, don't drink like that... It's terrifying to watch you drink like this. Eat something, calm down, okay? Drinking like this really isn't good!"

"I'm fine. Give it to me." Gu Feng shook his head. Although he spoke clearly and logically, he was obviously still conscious. However, the alcohol had a strong aftereffect, and Shi Yurou really couldn't say how drunk he would be when the effects hit him.

Shi Yurou has lived all these years and has seen many people who can drink a lot, but she has never seen anyone like this.

While others' faces turn redder the more they drink, Gu Feng's face turns paler.

In the end, her face was so white it looked like it had been covered in powder, frighteningly white.

Those who are unaware of the situation might even feel envious, saying that this is a valuable asset in social situations.

Shi Yurou, who used to frequent drinking parties, knew very well that turning pale after drinking was definitely not a good thing.

"You've had enough to drink, you can't drink anymore." Shi Yurou held onto the last bottle of wine tightly, her tone resolute.

"Give it to me." Gu Feng stared at her intently.

That look made Shi Yurou's heart tremble. She didn't dare meet his gaze, but she still forced herself to persuade him, "Doctor, I know you're upset. But they say drinking to drown your sorrows only makes them worse. This kind of drinking is harmful to your body and your heart. Please listen to my advice and stop drinking, okay..."

"Give it to me." Gu Feng's face darkened. At this moment, he wouldn't listen to a word of advice from others.

"No way!" Shi Yurou didn't know where she got the courage, she hid the wine behind her back, straightened her chest, and met his gaze directly.

The way it looked was as if to say: I'll never let you touch me again, no matter what. Even if you pounce on me to snatch it, I won't let go.

Gu Feng naturally wouldn't rush to snatch it. He simply sighed deeply, stood up, and said, "If we can't drink it anymore, then let's go."

"Mmm!" Shi Yurou nodded hurriedly, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon. When she called the waiter to pay the bill, she was told that the bill had already been settled by Village Chief Qian.