Chapter 132: The Study of Human Epidermal Grime

“Your shares are genuine, clearly stated in black and white in this transfer contract. What’s there to doubt?”

Seeing that Chang Yu still harbored some skepticism, Zhao Dasheng patted the transfer contract in his hand.

“From the moment you signed this contract, it has legal effect, protected and recognized by the state law.”

“The income from these shares is automatically deposited into your bank account at the end of each year, roughly around two million yuan annually in dividends.”

Two million in dividends!

My goodness, Chang Yu thought, am I really a wealthy man now?

In the past, two million was a figure he’d never dared to dream of in his entire life.

Now, this enormous amount of money, once unimaginable, had suddenly landed lightly in the palm of his hand.

Just two days ago, he was still a struggling nobody, wracking his brain over Yang Yang’s tuition fees.

All he could think about was how to scrimp and save enough money to get married.

And now, he suddenly realized that all those worries and troubles about daily life had become nothing but fleeting clouds.

Because… he was rich now; those problems no longer mattered.

“The ups and downs of life come so suddenly! It turns out that dreams really can change one’s life,” Chang Yu sighed with emotion.

If it weren’t for accidentally awakening the ability to enter dreams and meeting the all-powerful Master Hao Er, he probably would still be sitting miserably outside the company gate like before.

Chang Yu was in high spirits now; even Zhao Dasheng in front of him looked particularly agreeable and endearing.

“Although I wasn’t able to become your personal bodyguard, which is a bit of a regret,” Chang Yu promised Zhao Dasheng earnestly, “if you ever need anything and I can help, just come find me.”

Zhao Dasheng scratched his head sheepishly. “Actually, there is something I need your help with.”

“It’s not a big deal, really. You know how men, once they hit middle age, often struggle with hair loss.”

As he spoke, Zhao Dasheng sadly rubbed his receding hairline.

Evidently, this problem had plagued him for many years.

“I’ve tried many expensive hair growth products, but none have worked—I’ve just wasted money.”

“Baldness is a hidden pain deep in the heart of every middle-aged man, a pain that only those who have reached a certain age can understand.”

“I remember Wang Fatty’s hair loss was much worse than mine, but recently, I’ve noticed some new hair growing where he was bald.”

“I asked him what hair product he used, and he told me it was the medicine you gave him that cured his baldness…”

“So I was thinking, since you’re so powerful, could you give me some of that medicine too, so I can finally get rid of my hair loss?”

What?

Chang Yu was stunned by Zhao Dasheng’s words.

When did he give Wang Fatty any medicine for hair loss?

He didn’t even remember.

If he recalled correctly, the only medicine he’d ever given Wang Fatty was for infertility.

But that was for infertility—when did it have anything to do with hair loss?

“Oh, benefactor, you don’t know—last time the medicine you gave Wang Fatty was amazing!” Zhao Dasheng said, beaming.

“Wang Fatty said after taking it, his back pain disappeared, his legs no longer ached, and he could climb seven flights of stairs easily.”

“He felt like he was a decade younger. And just like that, the hair loss that troubled him for thirty years was cured.”

A medicine for infertility that also cured Wang Fatty’s baldness?

To prove his point, Zhao Dasheng even took out his phone and showed recent selfies of Wang Fatty.

Chang Yu glanced at the photos carefully. On Wang Fatty’s formerly pitiful receding hairline, indeed some soft new hair had started to sprout.

Looking at Wang Fatty’s face, only absent for a few days, the guy did look significantly younger.

Previously, most of the wrinkles that often appeared on his face had vanished—more miraculous than plastic surgery.

Seeing the photo, Chang Yu finally believed Zhao Dasheng’s words; it seemed Wang Fatty’s hair loss was genuinely cured.

But here was a new problem: he only had one dose of that medicine for Wang Fatty. He had no more.

What could he possibly give Zhao Dasheng?

Should he take another nap and ask Master Hao Er for some?

Besides, Wang Fatty’s baldness being cured was a complete accident.

Who could have guessed that a medicine for infertility would unexpectedly cure a thirty-year hair loss problem?

It all sounded utterly unscientific!

Could Master Hao Er’s medicine be that miraculous, a cure-all?

“See, Boss Zhao is quite anxious. You just accepted his gratitude and made a big promise…” Katarina noticed Chang Yu’s dilemma and reminded him, “At this point, if you don’t help him, you’ll lose face. Maybe you should think of another solution?”

Another solution?

Chang Yu frowned and scratched his head in frustration. Did she want him to just make something up and bluff his way out?

But he wasn’t the type to swindle or cheat!

Just then, his gaze accidentally fell on Yang Yang, who was staring at the transfer contract and grinning foolishly, and an idea sparked in his mind.

“Katarina,” Chang Yu asked, “does poria have any effect on treating hair loss?”

Without hesitation, Katarina said, “Of course! It works very well!”

“Oh? Have you come up with a plan?” she teased.

Chang Yu smirked slyly, “Well, it’s not exactly a plan, more like a guess. I don’t know how effective it will be.”

“Help me stall Zhao Dasheng for a bit. I’ll take Yang Yang inside to talk. I’ll be back soon.”

With that, Chang Yu called out loudly, “Yang Yang, come with me inside. I need to talk to you.”

“What can’t you say out here? Why do you have to be so secretive?” Yang Yang was a bit unhappy but obediently followed Chang Yu into the room.

Once inside, Yang Yang saw Chang Yu closing the door with a mischievous grin, looking at him with a sinister expression.

“I warn you! Don’t get any funny ideas. You should know I’m not someone to be trifled with.”

Yang Yang felt a little scared. He thought Chang Yu’s gaze was as green as Katarina’s, full of jealousy.

He shook the little gourd hanging from his wrist furiously, his face screaming, ‘If you dare touch me, I’ll fight you to the death.’ Cute and fierce all at once.

“Don’t play with fire! Kids playing with fire always end up wetting the bed, don’t they?” Chang Yu quickly stopped him, afraid Yang Yang might impulsively set the house on fire.

After all… the memory of the last time still haunted him.

“I just want to talk with you,” Chang Yu said, rubbing his hands like a scheming merchant. “It’s nothing serious, just want to take something from you.”

Yang Yang: !!!

He was shocked. Take something from him?

Such a serious matter sounded like no big deal coming out of Chang Yu’s mouth?

He jumped up, standing on the bed, wary, facing Chang Yu, the little gourd in his palm steady.

“Chang Yu, I really didn’t expect you to fall so low,” Yang Yang said, heartbroken, beating his chest.

“Katarina always wanted to chop me into pieces, but why are you also setting your sights on me?”

“Tell me! Since when did you want to use me for tea?”

“Oh, my little ancestor!” Chang Yu waved his hands repeatedly, looking innocent. “You’ve misunderstood me. I have no intention of chopping you up.”

“See, I don’t even have a cleaver with me—how could I possibly chop you up?”

He raised his hands, which were indeed empty, not a single cleaver in sight.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what do you mean by taking something from me?” Yang Yang asked, his expression relaxing.

“Well, you’ve been with us for almost a month now, right?” Chang Yu casually pulled out… a bath towel.

“You haven’t bathed all this time, running around like a muddy monkey. You’ve got dirt all over you.”

“Come, come… I’ll scrub you clean. You’ll feel great!”

Before Yang Yang could respond, Chang Yu pounced like a tiger, pinning him to the bed.

He grabbed the back of Yang Yang’s shirt and pulled it up…

“Chang Yu, are you crazy?” Yang Yang shouted anxiously. “I’m still so young, and you’re thinking about doing that kind of thing to me? You’re a beast!”

“I’m going to sue you for child abuse and assault!”

Ignoring Yang Yang’s yelling, Chang Yu spat once onto Yang Yang’s back.

Then, quick as a flash, he grabbed the bath towel and began scrubbing vigorously.

“Ouch, ouch!” Yang Yang’s face flushed bright red. “Easy, easy!”

“People who are out in the sun and wind all day inevitably pick up dirt,” Chang Yu said, watching the grime slowly appear on Yang Yang’s back.

“At this time, we should use a bath towel to scrub off the dirt…”

“The science of human epidermal dirt is a profound subject, involving the metabolism of skin cells and the natural shedding of dead cells.”

“Those scrubbings don’t just contain filthy dust, but also the fallen keratinocytes.”

As he lectured on epidermal dirt science, Chang Yu scrubbed Yang Yang’s back up and down, back and forth, tirelessly. Occasionally, he added a fresh gob of phlegm to moisturize Yang Yang’s back.

Not letting the skin get too dry, no skimping!

When Yang Yang’s back had turned bright red from the scrubbing, Chang Yu felt it was time to stop.

He took out a small paper packet and packed all the dirt from Yang Yang’s back inside, sealing it up.

“Yang Yang, don’t blame me—I had no choice!” Chang Yu apologized sincerely.

“Think about it: poria is best at treating hair loss, and you, who’ve lived for over a thousand years as poria, must be even more effective.”

“I wasn’t about to cut something off you to treat Zhao Dasheng, but scrubbing some dirt off your back isn’t too much to ask, right?”

“Don’t underestimate this dirt—it contains your keratinocytes.”

“After all, it’s just some leftover scraps from a thousand-year-old poria. I bet it’ll cure Zhao Dasheng’s baldness!”

Hmm… borrowing some poria skin should cure hair loss, right?

With that, Chang Yu ignored Yang Yang’s indignant glare and left the bedroom with the small packet, relieved.

“Boss Zhao, here’s your medicine.” Chang Yu fought back laughter as he handed the paper packet to Zhao Dasheng.

“Good, good! Thank you so much, benefactor,” Zhao Dasheng took the packet seriously, suddenly moved to tears.

His future was secure!

He brought the packet up to his nose and sniffed; indeed, it carried a medicinal scent…

A bit like poria, but mixed with something else.

In any case, with Zhao Dasheng’s level of knowledge, there was no way he could figure out what it really was.

Pocketing the packet securely, Zhao Dasheng trusted him completely and said goodbye:

“Benefactor, now that this is settled, I won’t bother you any longer.”

“If you ever run into trouble in H City, just give me a call. Zhao is taking his leave.”

“What did you give Zhao Dasheng?” Katarina asked Chang Yu after Wang Fatty and Zhao Dasheng left.

“Hahaha…”

At that moment, Chang Yu couldn’t hold back his laughter anymore and burst out laughing.

(The chapter ends)