Even though Yusuf Zuck went to the airport in the middle of the night, it was not until noon the next day that he arrived at the provincial city "Jinan". Upon arriving at Jinan Airport, he directly got into a Bao Lai car, sent by Old Xu. The driver was not a friend of Old Xu but a private driver hired by him.
A private car hired for a private job. Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
It wasn’t far from Jinan to Yang Valley, a two-hour journey. Yusuf Zuck reached the county hospital’s inpatient department at 1:30 in the afternoon and saw Felix Zuck lying in bed.
Felix Zuck had survived the critical period, and only Old Xu was keeping him company in the room. When Yusuf Zuck, covered in dust, entered, Felix Zuck’s eyes reddened, and he then grinned, "Is the little bastard back?"
"Dad." Tears came to Yusuf Zuck’s eyes instantly.
Although Felix Zuck lived a confused life and had never made any money over the years, not even buying rice for the household, his nature was just so. When Yusuf was young, Felix Zuck would always hold him dear, carry him around, play with him, and buy him treats.
A foster father is still a father, and Yusuf Zuck remembered clearly that time in elementary school when he was bullied, and a drunk Felix Zuck went straight to the bully’s house.
No matter what, beaten as a nest, stuck together in misfortune, family is family, and dad is dad. That’s just who he is, and you can’t disown him just because that’s who he is.
"What are you crying for, damn it, hurry down and buy me a bottle of booze. I feel terrible without a drink!" Felix Zuck cursed.
"The doctor said you absolutely can’t drink. Uncle Zhang was still drunk during the surgery yesterday..." Ozzy Parham whispered.
"Ozzy Parham you little bastard, just badmouthing me, huh?" Felix Zuck seemed to be in no mood for despair; he was even cursing at this point!
"Dad, you have to listen to the doctor, it’s not that I won’t buy for you." Yusuf Zuck sat by the bed, looking at Felix Zuck with half-white hair, thin and gaunt, and said sentimentally, "When you’re a bit better, come with me to the capital."
"The bigger you get, the less impressive you are, cut the sentimentality with me, it makes me sick. Is it such a big deal to lose your balls? I haven’t used them for so many damn years, they are useless. Cutting them off is a relief!"
"Felix Zuck, can’t you be a bit more decent?" Yusuf Zuck was frustrated.
"I’m your dad, who is Felix Zuck?" Felix Zuck retorted angrily.
"Alright, alright, you’re the dad, you’re the dad. Give Sara a call, she is worried about you." Yusuf Zuck took out his phone.
"I’ve called already, it’s fine, just like you said, it’s just a prick in the ass," Felix Zuck smiled and said.
"Well, as long as you’ve called, that’s good." Yusuf Zuck sighed with relief, and after thinking, he asked, "Did you get a clear look at who they were?"
"No, I was too drunk, but there were two of them, and one bastard even had a video camera going. I guess they want to make me famous, put me up on the internet. Later, ask the Beijing Film Academy if they accept students like me. I could go act as a eunuch in a movie..."
"Uncle, can’t you not talk like that?" When Ozzy Parham heard what Felix Zuck said, he not only didn’t laugh, he almost cried. How could Felix Zuck not be suffering inside? How could he not be in pain? Yet, he was still joking around with them. Although he lived a confused life, he had a very strong pride inside.
"Man, look at you two young people, what’s there to fuss about? Isn’t it just that I’ll have to squat to pee from now on? It doesn’t hinder anything. Let me tell you, I’m really fine, and I’m not ashamed to say that I’ve never been lecherous in my whole life, and Yusuf here doesn’t take after me at all in that respect!"
"Dad, I’m not lecherous either!" Yusuf Zuck said, caught between laughter and tears.
"Cut the crap, you. When you were four, I knew you’d be trouble when you grew up."
"Fine, fine, fine, I’m a troublemaker. You rest for a while; Ozzy and I are going out for a smoke."
"Alright, go on, and bring back some booze. I’ll die without it," Felix Zuck said with a look of discomfort.
"Just you wait." After giving Ozzy Parham a look, the two of them left the ward and headed into the corridor.
Watching Yusuf and Ozzy leave, Felix’s eyes were also brimming with warm smiles. It had been many years since Yusuf had called him dad, and now, those few "dad" calls made his heart feel cozy.
Who says adopted sons are not real sons? At critical moments, isn’t it still his son coming back to take care of him?
He suddenly felt his life was worthwhile, and he was very clear, Yusuf treated his daughter better than even he did, so he didn’t care even if it wasn’t just bird eggs that were gone—if it was his life that was lost, he wouldn’t mind.
He had lived his life in a daze, and although he was confused, he had a philosophical outlook on life.
In the corridor, Ozzy took a puff of his cigarette and said, "The police are looking for clues, and I’ve also pulled some strings, but Uncle Felix drank too much, he couldn’t see clearly what the person looked like."
"We’ll find them," Yusuf nodded. The assailant might not have left yet, but they also might have gone immediately. However, whether they were gone or not, Yusuf would still blame Tyler Nash.
"There’s nothing bad to say about Uncle Felix. When he came out of the operating room, I was afraid he might do something rash, so I kept a close watch on him. But to my surprise, he instead comforted me. He said he wouldn’t do anything rash because if he died by hanging himself or jumping off a building, that would be a violent death. Those who die violently don’t bring blessings to their descendants. If he died, his son and his daughter would be out of luck, so that’s why he wouldn’t die."
"My dad might be muddled all his life, but he sees things clearly," Yusuf sighed. "Sell my house in the next few days. Once he gets a bit better, I’m going to take him to the capital."
"What? You’re all going to the capital, and you’re leaving me here alone?" Ozzy protested.
"Right, speaking of that, I have something to ask you," Yusuf said after thinking for a moment. "How’s your dad’s furniture factory doing now?"
"It’s getting by, why? Are you out of money?" Ozzy asked, puzzled.
"No," Yusuf shook his head. "I also want to do some real business, but I don’t know what."
"You, start a business? How much money do you have?" Ozzy asked, confused.
"Damn, are you looking down on me?" Yusuf kicked out playfully.
"No, no, I know you’re rich, kept by a wealthy woman, right? You get to enjoy yourself and have money to spend, huh?" Ozzy dodged and chuckled with a teasing laugh.
"If you’re jealous of me, go find a wealthy woman to sponsor you!" Yusuf joked back.
"No way, no way, I don’t have the ability," Ozzy waved his hands dismissively, then suddenly got serious. "If you really do have money and you want to get into business, then invest in our family’s business. My dad has been trying to get a loan from the bank these days, but he hasn’t borrowed much!"
"Borrowing money for what?" Yusuf asked, surprised.
"To expand, of course, to export overseas, to make quality and branded furniture, to advertise on CATV. All this takes money," Ozzy explained.
"Could be worth considering, but I need to investigate first," Yusuf nodded in agreement.
"How much money do you have?" Ozzy asked, looking at Yusuf who seemed serious.
"I have a hundred million on hand right now, but I don’t want to touch forty million of it, so I have sixty million ready to invest in real business."
"Dude, I’m asking for your sponsorship..." Hearing Yusuf’s words, Ozzy jumped up, his face full of little stars. Yusuf had only been to the capital for two months, and now he had a hundred million in savings? No way his earnings could be that high from selling his butt, right?
PS: The uncle is sick. Last night after dinner, he felt an uncomfortable stomachache, went to bed early, then woke up several times in the middle of the night due to stomach pain, had diarrhea after midnight, hung IV fluids at the hospital in the morning, but still had diarrhea during the day, the uncle is depleted, he can’t take it anymore, groggy all day, got up in the afternoon to write a Chapter, he promised four Chapters, doesn’t want to break his word, but definitely no update at midnight, really, my stomach is bloated like a balloon, all I’m doing is running water, I can’t stand it. Tomorrow if I feel a little better, there will be updates, but don’t wait for them at midnight.