In the evening, Sarah Moore came back from work, intending to see if David Johnson was angry, given the morning's words had hurt his pride somewhat.
But when she saw that David had bought a large number of inexplicable banners, she was truly a bit angry.
Lamenting his misfortune, angry at his lack of ambition!
She had thought the morning's words would awaken this person, perhaps making him settle down and get a job, but she never expected that not only did David not go out to look for work, he even started a scam business again!
And this time he wasn't deceiving her, but others! Even more despicable!
I also noticed Sarah's return, and just as I was about to explain my plan, Sarah stood angrily in front of me, fuming, "Aren't you a bit immature? Can't you do a proper job?"
I shrugged, saying helplessly, "I'm saving lives, how is that not a proper job?"
"If you need money, I can give it to you, but I hope you can live up to your name and be honest. I suppose your parents chose this name for you with that intention. Are you doing justice to your parents out in the countryside with what you're doing now? How will you face them in the future? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
At this point, Sarah had initially thought I would jokingly counter her, maybe throw in a few inappropriate jokes, but she hadn't expected my gaze to dull. I turned silently, picked up the things I had prepared for the day, and left.
When I reached the door, I paused, "I also wish I could face them in the future, but it's already impossible—I will never see them again."
With that, I walked out into the street.
Sarah watched David's lonely back and only then realized she had said something wrong.
"He... actually has no parents..."
She knew what her words meant to a child without parents.
She also understood how much David's heart was hurting at this moment.
For some reason, her eyes began to moisten, and she started to recall what had happened five years ago.
She remembered her former desk-mate originally had a beautiful family, but overnight, it fell apart.
No one knew what happened that night.
All she knew was that the Johnson Family was no more.
The boy named David Johnson was no longer there, either.
Just how painful is the pain of losing family? She had felt it before.
So, back then, she wanted to use her power to do something for her missing or possibly deceased old classmate.
Disregarding obstacles, she buried the three members of the Johnson Family...
Suddenly, Sarah thought of something and quickly rushed out, but David had long since disappeared into the vast sea of people.
Untraceable.
Just as Sarah stood there, lost, her phone rang. She thought it might be David calling her, but she then remembered David didn't even own a phone.
The caller ID displayed three words: Jessica Brown.
"Miss Brown, you're back?" Sarah regained her composure and answered.
"Sarah, where are you? Get back to the company immediately. There's an S-level emergency meeting."
With that, the call ended abruptly.
Sarah realized something was wrong. In all her years at the company, she had never heard the CEO sound so urgent, as if something major had happened.
Even more intriguing was that this was an S-level emergency meeting! It was the highest level of emergency meetings!
"Could it be something happened to the Radiance Group?"
...
Central Park.
Carrying a bunch of stuff, I arrived at the shopping street inside the park.
As it was already evening, the larger and smaller stalls were set up, and the foot traffic was decent.
Finally finding an empty spot, I directly put down my things and set up a simple little stand.
Having set up my stand, I suddenly realized a serious issue: I forgot to bring a stool!
I couldn't have people standing while being treated, could I?
"Can't be that I'll have to postpone opening on the first day?"
Just as I was in distress, a pottery-selling uncle next to me approached.
"Hey, young man, you're new here, right? I haven't seen you before."
Only then did I notice the uncle beside me; after a chat, we got to know each other.
The uncle's name was Jordan Harris, from Ashwood County under Brooksdale, here to set up a stall and make a living. He was cheerful and often wore a smile.
"Young man, I saw you looking anxious earlier, did you run into trouble?"
I replied truthfully, "Uncle Jordan, it's my first day here, and I forgot to bring a stool. I was thinking of packing up and coming back tomorrow."
Upon hearing this, Uncle Jordan didn't hesitate and directly brought over the stool he had been using, "I don't particularly like sitting anyway. Here, take this stool, today's foot traffic is good; it'd be a shame not to set up your stall."
"But Uncle, without your stool, you'll have to stand all night. Wouldn't that be..."
Before I could finish, Uncle Jordan waved his hand and returned to his stall, "Young man, don't fuss. If I give it to you, I give it to you. If your business ever goes well, just give me a cigarette or two."
I, not standing on ceremony, thanked Uncle Jordan and set up the stool at the front of my stall. Then I hung up the banners I had prepared!
Originally curious about what David was selling, Uncle Jordan sneaked a few glances. But when he saw the banners, he was stunned!
The first one was relatively normal: "Meticulous, earnest, and dedicated!"
But the second banner's style was a bit off: "Cure the people, miraculous doctor!"
Uncle Jordan never expected David to be a doctor, but since when does a doctor boast about themselves this way!
Even the doctors at Brooksdale's top hospital wouldn't dare brag like this!
Has this young fellow gone mad?
And it didn't end there; upon seeing the third banner, Uncle Jordan nearly lost it!
"Grand opening sale, 20% off everything, cure all ailments, consultation fee starts at 100,000!"
Heavens, what's this young man up to? Since when do doctors offer discounts!
And even if there's a discount, starting at 100,000 for the consultation fee, what is this absurdity!
Where on earth is this kind of pricing seen!
Uncle Jordan wanted to advise David, but soon found David's stall surrounded by a crowd!
He couldn't get in at all.
"Oh no, David's in trouble now," Uncle Jordan anxiously remarked.
In fact, the reason for such a crowd was primarily to watch David make a fool of himself!
They wanted to see who dared ask 100,000 for a consultation fee!
A blond guy stood out, looking me up and down with a smirk, "Kid, you're new here, right? You think you'll get 100,000 for treating people? You must be joking?"
I glanced at the blond guy and knew he was up to no good, "You pay 100,000 for consultation and you'll see if it's worth it."
The blond guy didn't expect me to have such a temper and sneered, "Just you, dare ask me for 100,000? I've punched every fraudster I've seen."
I stepped forward, "Try it if you dare!"
Even though I didn't use any True Qi, having crawled out from a pile of corpses, a single look was enough to make others Tremble!
At that moment, the blond guy instantly felt as if he were locked on by The God of Death, beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he felt as if he were falling into an ice cave!
"I..."
Involuntarily, the blond stepped back a bit, accidentally slipping and landing on his backside.
This scene made the surrounding onlookers burst into laughter. After this, the blond guy had no face to stay and fled in distress.