Transmigration: Getting Rich with My Space and Supplies-Chapter 296 - 248 Eight Updates

"This is the place," Rong Wenming braked his bicycle and got off.

After parking his bicycle, he walked toward the gatekeeper, "Master Dong."

Master Dong looked up... and what he saw almost made him lose his composure. frёewebnoѵēl.com

You, Rong, Rong Wenming?"

Is this a person or a ghost?

Pah, pah, pah... It’s broad daylight; it has to be a person, ghosts are impossible.

But wait, wasn’t he supposed to be dying?

When Rong Wenming was injured last year, some folks from their agricultural machinery station had gone to visit him, returning with news that he might only have a day or two left.

Now... Master Dong sized up Rong Wenming from head to toe, thinking that he could live several more decades without any issues.

So what in the world was going on?

Rong Wenming hadn’t thought of anything particular, but seeing the old man’s terrified and utterly shocked expression, he immediately figured it out.

He laughed out loud, "Master Dong, don’t worry, I’m alive, my wounds from last time are all healed up!"

On hearing this, Master Dong was astoundingly surprised.

"You’re lucky, it seems you have great fortune ahead of you to enjoy!"

Isn’t it said? But that doesn’t always guarantee good fortune. A man, nearly dead, now alive and well under the sunlight, his spirit clearly buoyant – he must have taken the initiative to manifest and keep himself from death!

Rong Wenming liked hearing this; he had such a good daughter and son-in-law; of course, his life would get better.

"Yes, great fortune! Master Dong, this is my son-in-law, Qin; I’ve come here for a bit of business... Is Master Zhang around?"

Master Dong quickly replied, "Yes, just go straight in."

"Okay." Rong Wenming pushed his bicycle into the agricultural machinery station.

Qin Ye followed behind.

Master Dong watched their departing figures, could not help but sigh:

Rong Wenming’s son-in-law really has a tall and strong presence, quite impressive indeed!

But wasn’t his daughter said to have gone to the countryside? Could she have come back?

Setting aside the matter of Rong Wenming’s son-in-law for now, just the appearance of Rong Wenming in such good health would probably have given Master Zhang quite the shock inside.

Comfortably familiar with the location, Rong Wenming walked to the warehouse and immediately spotted Master Zhang, squatting on the ground, seemingly tinkering with something.

Seeing his friend, couldn’t help feeling a bit happy, so he called out a little louder, "Old Zhang."

Master Zhang, hearing someone call his name, and recognizing the voice, lifted his head and was so startled that his eyes nearly popped out. He lost his balance and plummeted to the ground.

"You, you..." Weren’t you dead?

"Old Zhang, don’t worry, I’m still alive!" Having seen Old Dong’s reaction earlier, he knew what this expression meant.

Old Zhang snapped back to reality, quickly got up, and rushed over to Rong Wenming, his expression emotional.

"You’re really still alive? Your wounds are healed?"

Such grave wounds back then, doctors even sent him home.

And now... not only was he not dead, but he also seemed to be in better health, even gaining a bit of weight.

This was somewhat unbelievable.

"Yes, all healed up."

"So have you been getting treatment this whole time? No wonder I found no one at your house when I visited last time, and when I asked your neighbors, they seemed to think you had gone to the countryside."

Because he didn’t ask Aunt Jin, that person knew nothing.

"It’s good that you’re fine!"

He was genuinely happy for Rong Wenming.

Rong Wenming, also quite pleased, said, "Come over to my place for a drink when you’re free. Oh, and this is my son-in-law, Qin. We’ve come to borrow some handy tools; my son-in-law wants to fix some stuff. We’ll return them as soon as we’re done."

Upon hearing this, Master Zhang glanced at Qin Ye.

"Old Rong, your son-in-law is quite impressive!"

"Indeed, he is a sincere and filial kid," Rong Wenming didn’t skimp on the praise.

Master Zhang laughed heartily, "Then you’re lucky indeed! Right, you wanted to borrow tools, didn’t you? They’re on that rack over there; help yourself."

Rong Wenming then turned to Qin and said, "Qin, you go over there and take what you need!"

Qin Ye immediately headed towards the rack...

"Old Rong, what does your son-in-law do for a living?" Old Zhang asked, quite curious.

"He’s not working in a factory right now..." Rong Wenming hadn’t finished his answer when Old Zhang cut in, "If he’s not working, he could come to the agricultural machinery station; someone here has just retired, and we could slot him in."

Of course, this depended on seeing his face; it was, after all, for his friend, and his friend’s son-in-law... wasn’t that akin to his own son-in-law?

Why let outsiders benefit when there’s an opportunity for your own? The job should be kept for someone from within.

Hearing this, Rong Wenming was glad to have such a friend.

He chuckled in decline, "No need, both my daughter and my son-in-law are university graduates; they’ve been accepted into university this year and need to attend school."

Old Zhang immediately gave a thumbs-up upon hearing this, "Wow, intellectuals, eh! Educated people are great! University graduates are excellent!"

He genuinely rejoiced for his old friend.

Having both a daughter and a son-in-law with such prospects meant no one would ever ridicule him for not having a son again.

The two chatted for quite a while.

Meanwhile, Qin Ye had already picked out the tools he needed, seeing his father-in-law chatting so enthusiastically with Master Zhang, he didn’t want to interrupt.

Fortunately, Rong Wenming knew when it was time to leave, "Alright, I’ve taken up quite a bit of your time today; we should head back now. We can chat more another time."

"Sure, let’s talk another day," Master Zhang was also on duty and couldn’t keep chatting.

Rong Wenming and Qin Ye left the warehouse.

They rode their bicycles back home...

After arriving home, Qin Ye went to tinker with his heap of junk.

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