Too Bad I Take Things Seriously-Chapter 623 - 238: An Unforeseen Path!_4

Suddenly, the old man puffing on his pipe spoke in a deep voice, interrupting everyone.

His name was Zhao Laosan, originally Zhao Dezhu. He was eighty-two years old this year, and his body was still fairly robust. But not long ago, he was diagnosed with cancer, and the doctor said he didn’t have much longer to live. Having reached this age, he had come to terms with it and had chosen to forgo treatment.

This time, with the pumpkin stealing... he was the first in the village to do it. He thought he’d steal a few pumpkins to sell for cigarette money. He hadn’t expected the owner of the pumpkin field to be so lenient after being caught, so he simply made a few more trips.

At the same time, he shared this news with other friends in the village. Once they found out, these "friends" also got ideas and joined the pumpkin-hauling crew. They figured it was a waste not to join in. Following his lead, they made quite a bit of money.

"I visited the pumpkin field today and found a patch on the east side with ripe pumpkins, all in great condition," he said, looking at the others and revealing his discovery. He spoke leisurely, "This time I’m thinking of getting more. Anyone who has a trailer at home should bring it. How much money you make is up to your skills."

In his words, there was a sense of commanding authority.

Back in the day, when he was young, his word was law in the village, and he always strutted around with an air of bravado. Nobody dared to mess with him. Now, most of the old people in the village still listened to him.

Meanwhile, in the courtyard, the other elderly people’s eyes lit up when they heard his proposal. They became excited, and each said they would go home to prepare their tools. Although they usually moved slowly, they were surprisingly quick when it came to moving pumpkins.

"Don’t worry about it! We’re all over seventy; most of us are over seventy-five. Plus, there are so many of us—there’s safety in numbers. Even if we get caught, it’s no big deal!"

Finally, Zhao Dezhu reassured everyone, guaranteeing there was no risk involved. With their age and numbers plain to see, they believed nobody would dare to do anything to them.

「...」

「The next day.」

In Jin City, at the nursing home, Qin Mu continued his work-shirking routine in the courtyard.

And Wang Dachui... on this day, he took the initiative to submit his resignation, quitting his job as the legal advisor of the nursing home.

In response, Wan Zhongyuan immediately agreed without any hesitation. He didn’t even attempt to retain him.

At the same time, he approached Qin Mu, beating around the bush with a long-winded conversation.

"Ahem, Xiao Qin, Xiao Wang has just resigned. As you know, a good legal advisor is very important for our nursing home."

"I... I’d like you to take on the role of the nursing home’s legal advisor. Don’t worry, the salary and benefits will be just as good. As for this year’s Employee of the Year award, there’s no one in our home more suitable than you..."

By the end of his speech, he had all but spelled it out.

Seeing this, Qin Mu felt awkward refusing, so he nodded and agreed.

There was only one Employee of the Year award annually, and the bonus alone was a hundred thousand.

Besides, Wang Dachui’s own experience had proven that the nursing home’s legal advisor position was a cushy one. One could go a whole year without encountering any real issues. Qin Mu had even watched Wang Dachui slack off for months without handling a single case.

Whether he took the concurrent post or not made little difference; it would still be about slacking off.

After dealing with Wan Zhongyuan, he returned to the courtyard to watch Zhang Qingyuan and Li Weiguo play chess.

"Cuihua, I’m telling you, I’ve hardly ever lost at chess here in our home!" Zhang Qingyuan bragged to Feng Cuihua, who was sitting beside him, while they played.

Feng Cuihua, her face full of adoration, stayed by Zhang Qingyuan’s side the whole time, watching him artfully trounce Li Weiguo.

Li Weiguo was so irritated that his mustache bristled and his eyes bulged, almost to the point of flipping the chessboard.

"Up, we’ve already filed an official report, but... my best friend’s pumpkin patch has been stolen from again," Qin Mu, who had been watching the game, suddenly received a message from Qing Lan.

Attached to the message was a picture depicting the "horrific" state of the pumpkin field.

The vast pumpkin patch showed signs of severe vandalism; many pumpkins were hacked apart, leaving only their stems. The rest were either split in half or smashed with sticks.

All in all, they were certainly unsellable.

"Up, what should we do now? These old men are getting more and more brazen," Qing Lan, seeing no reply after a few minutes, asked again anxiously.