Dong Yuezhang covered his mouth, glanced at the teasing Du Heng, and said irritably, "Alright, Du Heng, you're great, you're the best. Please prescribe the medication for me."
Du Heng chuckled. "The Health Clinic wants to rent the courtyard next door. What do you think about renting it to me?"
Dong Yuezhang didn't understand what Du Heng was talking about and asked, "Which courtyard?"
"It's the old courtyard of the Agricultural Technology Station. The Health Clinic is looking to upgrade and lacks space, and there are three red brick buildings next door that are perfect. If you rent them to me for a remodel, they would suit my needs."
"Then go find the Agricultural Technology Station. Why are you looking for me?" Dong Yuezhang asked.
"There's nothing left of the Agricultural Technology Station; there are no staff left in our township. That's why I came to you. Agreed?"
"Agree my ass! I don't know anything, so how can I agree?" Dong Yuezhang retorted.
