Sui Xinyuan entered the office, and a middle-aged man stood up. It was Wang Aimin, the sales director of Kaifeng Pharmaceutical.
"I'm sorry, President Sui, for disturbing your rest."
"It's okay. Did you bring the contract?"
Sui Xinyuan seemed very anxious and wanted to resolve the matter as soon as possible.
"I've brought it and I'm ready. The content of the contract is completely in accordance with the terms we agreed on."
After Wang Aimin finished speaking, he opened his briefcase and took out two standard contracts.
Sui Xinyuan sat on his boss's chair, took the contract and looked at it, then took out a signature pen from the side and prepared to sign.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a severe pain in his head.
This pain is so intense that it hurts to the bone, as if the head has been cut open.
He threw away the signature pen and lay down on his desk.
"President, what's wrong with you?"
Wang Aimin and Zhang Xiaobing hurried forward to ask, but Sui Xinyuan's face was pale, with bead-sized beads of sweat on his forehead, and he was unable to speak at all.
"President, please hold on, I'll call an ambulance now."
Zhang Xiaobing said that he took out his mobile phone and was about to dial 120 emergency number. When the door opened, Ye Bufan and Tong Xiaoxi came in from the outside.
"There's no need to call. There's absolutely nothing we can do about his illness."
Wang Aimin turned around and saw that he did not recognize Ye Bufan, but he recognized Tong Xiaoxi who was following him. Knowing that he was from Fukang Pharmaceuticals, he immediately said dissatisfiedly: "Who are you?
Do you really think you are a doctor? Can you afford to delay President Sui's condition?"
Zhang Xiaobing also said: "Yes, the president is so sick that he must find a doctor."
"You're right, I'm really a doctor."
After speaking, Ye Bufan came to Sui Xinyuan's desk and stretched out two fingers to lightly press his temple.
Strangely enough, the pain in Sui Xinyuan's head immediately eased a lot. Although it did not disappear completely, it was within a tolerable range.
He raised his head and looked at the young man in front of him and said, "Thank you, young man."
Ye Bufan said: "President Sui, I can cure your disease."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Aimin rushed to say: "President Sui, don't listen to his nonsense. Just now, a blind cat met a dead mouse. They are the salesmen of Fukang Pharmaceuticals. How can they cure diseases?
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Sui Xinyuan sat up straight again, looked at the two people and said, "Are you from Fukang Pharmaceuticals?"
Ye Bufan said calmly: "Yes, I am the salesperson of Fukang Pharmaceutical. As long as the president gives us this order, I will cure your disease immediately."
"You see, the fox's tail is exposed."
Wang Aimin said impatiently, "President Sui, they are all lying about their treatment. Their purpose is to get your sales contract."
Ye Bufan said: "There's no such thing as lying. I didn't get the sales contract. I can also cure the president's illness."
Sui Xinyuan looked at him again and said, "Young man, are you so confident?"
Ye Bufan said: "Yes, I am a Chinese medicine doctor, and I can just cure your disease."
Wang Aimin was afraid of losing the fat in his mouth, so he added: "President, don't believe him. If he really has such good medical skills, how could he go to Fukang Pharmaceutical to become a salesman?
This is obviously a lie. Not only will it not cure you, it may also aggravate your condition.
If you want to see a doctor, I happen to know a few neurologists who can definitely help you relieve your pain."
Sui Xinyuan thought about it. It seemed that he was really confused. If he really had such high medical skills, how could he be a salesperson? Moreover, the young man in front of him was too young.
From this point of view, it was just a coincidence that the pain that had just been relieved, maybe it would have been relieved without this young man.
I have visited many neurologists in the past few days and taken many expensive medicines, but they have no effect. It is impossible for this young man to cure me.
Thinking of this, he waved his hand and said: "Young man, I have already decided on the drug purchase. I will sign a contract with Kaifeng Pharmaceutical soon, so you should go back."
Ye Bufan knew that he didn't believe him, so he said again: "President Sui, to tell you the truth, only I can cure your disease."
Sui Xinyuan frowned. This young man was getting more and more outrageous. He was so crazy that his goodwill had completely disappeared.
He said to Zhang Xiaobing: "See you off."
"this……"
Zhang Xiaobing looked embarrassed. At this moment, Ye Bufan continued: "The president's headache started two months ago. Before, it only hurt occasionally. Recently, it has become more and more frequent.
Generally speaking, the pain you just felt is not the most severe. The most painful moment is in the middle of the night."
After hearing what he said, Sui Xinyuan's expression suddenly changed. He raised his hand to stop Zhang Xiaobing and said, "Young man, how did you know?"
He couldn't help but not believe it, what the other party said was so accurate, not bad at all.
"Traditional Chinese medicine emphasizes looking, hearing, asking, and feeling. Of course, it can be seen."
Sui Xinyuan said with some doubts: "Then tell me, what is my disease?"
"This is the root of your illness."
Ye Bufan turned around and pointed at a large sword placed in the office.
This is a very ancient broadsword. It is two meters away from the blade head to the handle. The blade is shining brightly, looking cold and extremely sharp.
Others couldn't see anything, but Ye Bufan could clearly feel the strong murderous aura emanating from the knife.
Sui Xinyuan said with a surprised look: "What does this... headache have to do with this knife?"
Wang Aimin seized the opportunity and said again: "President, he is obviously pretending to be a ghost. The purpose of his nonsense is to defraud you of the contract. You must not be fooled."
Sui Xinyuan had just been told that he was seriously ill. He felt a little bit of trust in his heart, but now he has some doubts. After all, this fact is a bit unbelievable.
"This knife is an ominous thing."
Ye Bufan said, "President, if you don't believe it, think carefully, did you start to get sick after you put it in the office?"
"this……"
Sui Xinyuan began to try hard to remember.
He got this knife from the antique market. It was not a very valuable antique and only cost 10,000 yuan. However, he personally liked it very much and thought that this kind of thing could ward off evil spirits.
After recalling it for a while, he was surprised to find that his headache really seemed to have started when he bought the knife.
"Young man, you are right, I did have a headache after I bought this Daguan Dao.
It’s just that I don’t understand. There are so many people who worship Second Brother Guan, and they all have Daguan knives at home. Why is it that others are fine, but I’m starting to have a headache?”
Ye Bufan said: "First of all, there is something wrong with your knife. It is not a post-modern imitation, but an old item of some years, so it is tainted with an extremely strong murderous aura.
Secondly, you placed it in the wrong position. The blade of this big knife is facing your boss chair, and the murderous aura is strong, so it will cause you a headache.
If murderous intent lingers for a long time, there will be more serious consequences."
"this……"
There was a look of hesitation on Sui Xinyuan's face. If he didn't believe it at all, what he said was exactly the same as the truth.
