Chapter 102 Suddenly Became Famous

When Qiu Jianjun spoke, he was so moved he was on the verge of tears.

Qiu Hai looked at his son with surprise.

Wiping the corner of his eye, Qiu Jianjun said, “Dad, we’re getting discharged tomorrow. This plaster you gave me is incredible, really.”

“Son, don’t say that. It’s just a few ten thousand yuan; I’ll definitely find a way to borrow it,” Qiu Hai said, still not quite believing it and trying to comfort his son.

The other patients in the ward also kindly offered their words of encouragement.

“Young man, don’t push yourself. A fractured bone hurts terribly. You were in pain every day, unable to sleep. Now, suddenly it’s not hurting? Who would believe that?”

“Yeah, well, he’s a filial son. I should still have about ten thousand left after my treatment. I’ll lend it to you.”

“Let’s all chip in, so this kid can get his leg fixed properly.”

Everyone in the ward was kind-hearted.

Qiu Jianjun smiled through his tears and cupped his hands toward the others. “Brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, I’m really not lying. It truly doesn’t hurt anymore… Watch, I’ll get up and walk for you.”

“No, no,” Qiu Hai quickly protested, “You absolutely can’t put weight on it yet. Your bones just got aligned; walking now would mess it up again.”

“That’s true. But Dad, please don’t worry about me anymore. I feel fantastic now. By the way, Dad, do we still have any of that plaster left?” Qiu Jianjun asked.

“There are a few pieces left. The rest are at the factory, but not many,” Qiu Hai replied.

“Dad, keep those safe, really safe. I’m exhausted—I haven’t slept well for days. I need to rest now.” With that, Qiu Jianjun lay down and soon began snoring loudly.

Qiu Hai was stunned, hardly able to believe it.

Looking at his son’s expression, it was clear he wasn’t faking!

Could it be that the plaster made by that young entrepreneur really worked?

Qiu Hai was amazed. Carefully, he put away the remaining plaster and said to his daughter-in-law, “Take good care of your husband. I’m heading off now.”

“Okay, Dad. Take care.”

Qiu Hai left.

Qiu Jianjun slept deeply and soundly.

The next morning, just after seven o’clock, Qiu Jianjun was awakened by the urge to urinate. He had slept for a full twelve hours.

He threw off the covers, got out of bed, and, still groggy, headed for the bathroom.

“Ah!” his wife suddenly screamed.

Qiu Jianjun snapped wide awake, clutching his pants. “Why are you screaming like that, you wasteful woman? I was about to burst. You scared me so badly I almost peed myself.”

“Your leg! Jianjun, don’t get up! You can’t put weight on your leg!” she shouted.

“Ah?” Qiu Jianjun suddenly remembered his injured leg.

“Quick, lie back down,” his wife urged.

Qiu Jianjun tapped the floor with his foot. “It doesn’t seem to hurt anymore. Walking still hurts a bit, but it feels like it’s healing... Come on, dear, help me to the bathroom. What kind of grown man pees lying down? Hurry up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. Quick!”

His wife helped him as they walked toward the bathroom.

Everyone in the ward watched, dumbfounded.

This patient with a shattered fracture, who just a few days ago couldn’t even sleep because of the pain and couldn’t walk at all, was now walking after just one night’s sleep and a single application of that plaster.

Just then, Qiu Hai came in carrying breakfast. Seeing the empty bed, he was startled. “Where are my son and daughter-in-law?”

The patients perked up immediately.

“Old Qiu, do you still have that plaster you got yesterday?”

“Brother, I want to buy some of that plaster you have. Name your price.”

“I want to buy some too, no matter the cost. My leg hurts every noon. Hurry, tell me the price!”

Qiu Hai was stunned.

***

Song Kai, accompanied by Wu Hongying, went straight to the shooting range.

The Tengyun Hong Public Shooting Range, located in the suburbs, was quite a professional facility.

Wu Hongying showed her credentials at the entrance.

They were immediately escorted to the indoor shooting range.

Wu Hongying said to Song Kai, “Take out your gun.”

Song Kai pulled his gun out.

Wu Hongying’s hands moved quickly with a few clicks and clacks. Within two seconds, the firearm was disassembled neatly on the table.

“This gun you have here is modeled after the Colt M19, a classic. It’s a .45 caliber with immense stopping power, easy to maintain, rarely jams, and because it’s common, ammunition is easy to find. But it has many drawbacks: strong recoil, small magazine capacity, and it’s heavy.”

Wu Hongying spoke like an expert, briefing Song Kai rapidly.

“However, your handmade gun uses a cutting-edge silver-aluminum alloy, making it wear-resistant and lightweight. Also, Guo Jianglong shrunk the magazine capacity to six rounds for easier concealment. After modification, its effective range is about 100 meters, it’s easy to operate, and very concealable. The silver-gray matte finish prevents reflection, making it hard to detect when hidden in a sleeve. This is Guo Jianglong’s trump card, so the design is more compact.”

Song Kai nodded attentively.

Wu Hongying then gave Song Kai a lesson in assembling the firearm, followed by live-fire training half an hour later.

At first, Song Kai learned slowly, but after firing 500 rounds, he had grasped the essentials.

Honestly, shooting was much easier to pick up than darts or similar skills!

Once he mastered the basic grip and stance, he quickly developed a feel for the gun.

Aiming was the hardest skill to train, but for Song Kai, it turned out to be the easiest.

After firing the 600th round, he could hit perfect tens from twenty-five meters away.

“This is way too easy,” Song Kai laughed, turning to Wu Hongying. “I thought this would be much harder. See? It’s a piece of cake.”

Wu Hongying was speechless and muttered, “You’re a freak. You were born to be a gun-wielding robber.”

Song Kai smirked. “Come on, I’ll practice a few hundred more rounds and then I’ll be done.”

Wu Hongying scoffed, “That’s static shooting. In real combat, you’ll have to shoot on the move. And targets won’t just stand there for you. You still have plenty of training to do.”

“Right, right. Is there a moving target range here?” Song Kai asked.

“There is, but it’s expensive. Just so you know, when you start making money, you’ll have to pay me back for this,” Wu Hongying muttered.

“Absolutely!” Song Kai replied immediately.

Wu Hongying took Song Kai to the moving target range to continue training.

In two days, Song Kai had fully grasped the essence of shooting. Overall, it was much simpler than darts or similar skills.

But it wasn’t just Song Kai who was busy those two days.

Song Kai’s Dongming Traditional Medicine Factory was also bustling.

Jia Dongming was the most bewildered factory manager.

He had been ready to shut down the factory. But early one morning, Qiu Hai came running over, holding thirty thousand yuan in cash, saying it was all from people wanting to buy that plaster—the same kind Song Kai had made last time.

Jia Dongming couldn’t believe it. But seeing the money in Qiu Hai’s hands, he had no choice but to believe.

He called Song Kai, but his phone was unreachable.

Money in hand, he couldn’t ignore the opportunity.

Jia Dongming gathered his workers and began producing the plaster.

Within a day, they made three large sheets of the plaster and earned thirty thousand yuan.

The next day, dozens of people were blocking the entrance to the medicine factory.

Jia Dongming thought trouble was coming and was terrified, but when he looked closer, they were all waving cash, eager to buy the plaster. They paid in full upfront, not even asking the price, just wanting to get their hands on it quickly.

At that moment, Jia Dongming finally understood the situation.

This was clearly a business opportunity! If they could mass-produce this plaster, sales would never be a problem!

Even if they couldn’t produce on a large scale, making ten sheets a day would bring in a hundred thousand yuan, with eighty thousand in pure profit.

Jia Dongming was excited. The traditional medicine factory could survive after all—a good thing!

He tried calling Song Kai again, but still no answer.

Without hesitation, Jia Dongming began taking orders, preparing manpower, drafting confidentiality agreements, and purchasing enough large pots and dog skin.

Meanwhile, Song Kai, still struggling and borrowing money here and there, had no idea his traditional medicine factory was already starting to make a modest profit...