Chapter 3 Chapter No.8 Peach House

Tang Han and Le Meixuan had breakfast in the roadside stalls hurriedly, and rushed back to work.

Tang Han entered the store and went to the front desk to get the delivery order, but he didn't expect to meet Fatty Zhou head-on. Tang Han didn't say anything and went straight to the front desk.

Fatty Zhou's ugly face flashed a wicked smile and he said in an odd tone, "Bastard , really bastard , come back to work so soon, it seems that yesterday I hit you too lightly."

Seeing that Tang Han didn't pay attention to him, Fatty Zhou stared at Tang Han and continued, "I forgot that you're not only a bastard but also a poor man. You have no food, no money if you don't work, and no tuition then you have to get out of school."

Tang Han still didn't pay any attention to him.

Looked at Tang Han's upright body and handsome face, Fatty Zhou's heart was suddenly filled with a burst of jealousy. He thought with hates,"Fuck, why didn't I have such a face, so pleasant to look and charming for woman. I will let you know today, handsome man also have to eat under my hand. Just wait and see.".

Fatty Zhou said to Sun Li, the waitress at the front desk, "Where is the farthest order today?"

Sun Li said, "It is No.8 Peach House, 30 kilometers away from us."

"Ask Tang Han do this and have him deliver it." Fatty Zhou pointed at Tang Han and said.

No one would like to take this kind of order that was extremely far away, and Sun Li said with some reluctance, "But, this order is not in Tang Han's area of responsibility."

Fatty Zhou's face twisted and he shouted, "I am the manager, I am in charge of here, let him send."

Sun Li nodded helplessly, knowing that it was Tang Han who had offended Fatty Zhou.

Fatty Zhou said arrogantly to Tang Han again, "Brat, do you know the difference between us? I'm the manager, you're just a stinky part-timer, I can play with you whenever I want. You don't have a bit of room to resist."

Tang Han lifted his head and gave Fatty Zhou a cold look. Tang Han's eyes made Fatty Zhou's heart tremble with fear for no reason.

He was a stinky part-timer, how could I be afraid of him? Fatty Zhou seemed to lose face all of a sudden and shouted to the supervisor Zhang Jian, "Come here."

Zhang Jian ran over and asked, "Manager, what instructions."

Fatty Zhou pointed at Tang Han and said, "Repair his electric vehicle, let him deliver meals by bicycle today."

Thirty kilometers! He actually asked Tang Han to ride a bicycle to deliver orders. This was clearly bully. Several employees around showed pity, but no one dared to say anything. They were all afraid of stirring up the fire to themselves.

"Ok, do it right now." Zhang Jian was a sycophant of Fatty Zhou, so of course he would do whatever he was told to do.

Sun Li was very sympathetic to Tang Han and couldn't help but say, "Manager, it is too far. I'm afraid it will take too long by bicycle, and by then the food will be cold and the customers will complain."

"If the customer complains, deduct his money." Fatty Zhou said brutally.

Tang Han could hardly control the anger in his heart. The veins on his forehead jumped a few times, and he really wanted to immediately beat up Fatty Zhou to vent his anger.

But he could not. Thinking of his mother who tried to borrow money for his tuition, his sister who dropped out of school to work in order to send him to school, Tang Han clenched his fist and let it go. He could only endure for tuition fees.

Fatty Zhou felt a little nervous and scared when he looked at the nearly erupted Tang Han.

But as Tang Han let go of his fist, he once again got arrogant and sarcastic, "Little brat, poor guy, feels bad in your heart, right? But you can't do anything, you have to accept it. I'm the manager, you're just a stinky part-timer. You have to let me step on you. If you have the ability to become the boss, you can step on me!"

Watching Tang Han carry the packed food out of the restaurant, Fatty Zhou had a little bit of pleasure. But he was still not satisfied, he wanted to find a reason to fire Tang Han and make him disappear, so that everyone in the store will know the consequences of offending him.

Tang Han rode his bike fast, and vented the anger in his heart on it. He kept telling himself that he must become stronger and must make scum like Fatty Zhou pay the price.

No.8 Peach House was on the outskirts of the city and near the sea. It was 30 kilometers from the city, and was a famous upscale residential area in Jiangnan City.

If it was the previous Tang Han, he would be exhausted by bike for 30 kilometers. It must be sure that the customer would complain and his salary would be deducted.

But now Tang Han was not the old one. After the practice of Xuantian Movement, his body became strong. He rode the bike like flying. The drivers who were constantly being overtaken looked sideways, almost suspecting that their speedometer was broken.

In less than half an hour, Tang Han arrived at No.8 Peach House, a four-story villa with a single door and a single courtyard, decorated with extremely high-grade luxury.

Tang Han walked into the villa, the door was open. Tang Han knocked gently a few times but no one came out. He carried the food box and slowly walked inside. In the guest room, he saw an old man in a Tang suit sitting on the sofa drinking tea and reading the newspaper.

Tang Han stood at the door and said, "Sir, I'm from Li's Secret Palace Cuisine, did you have an order?"

The old man looked up at Tang Han with an extremely amiable attitude and said, "Yes, yes."

Tang Han walked into the house and asked, "Sir, where shall I put it?"

The old man said, "Young man, you sit down first, the butler will be back later."

Tang Han said with some worries, "But, I'm in a hurry ..."

The old man laughed, "Don't worry, sit down and have a cup of tea and chat with me for a while. I know you delivery boys are short on time, I'll have the butler make it up to you later."

The old man said and poured a cup of tea for Tang Han, "It is unfortunate today, the nanny had a traffic accident in the morning when she was buying groceries, and the bodyguard sent her to the hospital. Just now the housekeeper went to ask the doctor to see me, he has been there for a while, and should be back soon."

The old man was amiable and talkative, and spoke like his late grandfather Tang Ming, which made Tang Han feel very good.

Tang Han couldn't get the money and couldn't leave, so he sat down. He rode all the way by the bicycle, and felt really a little thirsty. The old man's tea was in a moderate temperature, so he tilted his head to drink it.

"Sir, your tea smells so good, it really quenches my thirst."

Tang Han did not know the tea ceremony, only felt the old man's tea was fragrance.

The old man wanted to pour tea for Tang Han again. Tang Han hurriedly took it and poured a cup for the old man first, and then for himself, he asked, "Sir, where are you not feeling well?"

Watching, smelling, chatting and feeling the pulse were the key points of Chinese medicine. Tang Han had basically grasped the old man's condition by looking at his qi, but he just wanted to further confirm it through chatting.

The old man said, "I have a congenital heart disease, and not suitable for surgery. I saw the doctors almost all over the world, but there is no good way. I can only rely on medicine but my body gets weaker every year. A few days ago, Sun Bainian of Huichun Hall came to see me, and gave me acupuncture once. I felt some good, but he also said that my disease can only be relieved, not cured."

While speaking, the old man suddenly showed a look of pain and leaned back with his hand over his heart.