Wen Yiming returned home, took a shower, and lay in bed. He gained a lot today and discovered another use of super smell, delicious food!

What should I do if I have more money? It’s just four words: eating, drinking, and having fun!

Eating is always the first priority, and the attraction of food to people is the most primitive impulse. Today, I have seen the background of time-honored brands, and details determine success or failure.

We will inevitably come and see off in the future. It is right to know more chefs. Chinese people are at the dinner table when they talk about things and get in touch with each other, and no one can escape.

As for Jin Dafu taking the initiative to show his goodwill, he naturally enjoyed his success by listening to Yiming. Since ancient times, Master Xiang Dao has been a guest of honor for kings, princes, generals and ministers. He is surrounded by powerful people. Mr. Zhao often talks about it, with a strong character, neither humble nor arrogant. We rely on our ability to make a living and have no guilt!

Gradually, he also figured out a set of principles of dealing with people. Due to his original personality, his appearance was light and unpretentious, which became his advantage.

The next day at noon, Jin Dafu came to the store early and took Wen Yiming to see the house. He came to a nearby high-end community with an elegant environment and a closer location to Yaxiangju.

Jin Dafu took out a bunch of keys and started looking at the house. They were all well-decorated, with three bedrooms and one living room, and three sets of home appliances were complete, so he moved in with his bag.

Wen Yiming looked around and obviously had just been renovated, and said with a deep meaning: "Brother Jin is intent!"

Kim Dae-fu said casually: "This little thing is nothing, as long as the teacher likes it."

The apartment and environment are both good. Wen Yiming is very satisfied. He doesn't care. He will come here to live in the future. He nodded and said, "Brother Lao Jin, I want two sets, how much does it cost?"

Jin Dafu's face changed: "Sir is slapping me in the face! I'm talking about the money..."

Wen Yiming waved his hand and said firmly: "Brother Jin doesn't have to say much, you must give money. This is the principle!"

Jin Dafu was stunned, looked at Wen Yiming's serious expression and said helplessly: "Since that's the case, that's the case, the cost price of one million sets!"

Seeing Wen Yiming, Jin Dafu stopped him and said, "Sir, I have principles, and Lao Jin, I have rules. If you respect me as a friend, that's it!"

Wen Yiming nodded, patted Fatty Jin on the shoulder and smiled: "Brother Dafu is in love, and the future will last longer!"

"well!"

Jin Dafu showed joy on his face. After busy for a long time, he finally got the recognition of the other party. Brother Jin became Brother Dafu, and his relationship became even more advanced!

The transfer procedures were completed soon, and two high-end houses were sold and sold half-a-half and delivered! Wen Yiming invited Jin Dafu to dinner at noon, and the two became more and more familiar with each other and became friends.

When he returned to Yaxiangju in the afternoon, Zhao Lao asked Wen Yiming to bring props and prepare to go out. The driver sent the two to a villa. He got out of the car and asked curiously: "Master, where are we going?"

"See elders!" Old Zhao smiled slightly and said, "By seniority, you should call Uncle Master!"

Wen Yiming was surprised and said, "You still have a junior brother? I have never heard you mention it!"

"Nonsense, my master, your ancestor is not just an apprentice." Mr. Zhao said helplessly: "It's just that you, the uncle, are a little... not doing your job!"

Wen Yiming became even more curious and knocked on the door with Zhao Dacheng. The nanny opened the door and invited the two of them in. Before he could enter the room, various Chinese medicine fragrances came to his face.

"Xiao Tangzi, Xiao Tangzi won't come out yet!"

"What is it? I'm so unreliable at such a big age? Am I here?"

"Hey, you dare to talk to your senior brother like this? Humph, you are disrespectful!"

"What kind of elder are you? If you don't do your job properly all day, your master will be angry to death by you when you are alive!"

"you……"

Wen Yiming watched Zhao Dacheng enter the door and scolded another old man. His expression was extremely wonderful. The other person was in his fifties, gentle and gentle, with eyes, and an old professor's temperament. Is this the unemployed uncle who is not doing his job?

"Huh? He is the apprentice you just accepted?"

The old man came over and saw Wen Yiming. He looked up and down, nodded and said, "Young man is good, clean, it's a pity, I'm following the wrong master!"

When Zhao Dacheng heard this, his face flushed and cursed: "You traitor from the master, you dare to speak shamelessly! You are obviously betraying your master, and you don't do it while keeping incense. Why do you go to do Chinese medicine? Are you worthy of your master with your conscience?"

The old man glared at him and counterattacked without showing any weakness: "Hmph, the evil man complained first, the master is a famous doctor, and he will not be safe in the evening, so he will accept you as an unfilial disciple!"

"Traditional Chinese medicine is profound and the fragrance is just a drop in the ocean. I pity your age, and you are dying about the end, and you dare to say that you are the authentic master? Bah!"

"Okay, you kid are going to make a fuss!" Old Zhao was furious, his whole body trembled with anger, looking for something everywhere. The gentleman was not satisfied with his mouth, so he actually wanted to do it directly?

Wen Yiming quickly stopped the master, blocked between the two old men, and shouted: "Master, uncle, don't be angry, say something well!"

"Go away, don't stop me, let me teach this traitor to the sect on behalf of the ancestor!"

"Come on, am I still afraid of you?"

The two old men, who were over 100 years old, turned on the violent mode. If Wen Yiming hadn't pulled it, they would have really fought! Suddenly, the old man on the opposite side turned red, his whole body trembled, and he fell to the ground!

"Junior brother!"

Zhao Dacheng was shocked and ran to his side quickly. Seeing that the other party was pale, his lips were purple, and he was sweating profusely, he shouted: "No, myocardial infarction, hurry up, go find the quick-acting heart-saving pill!"

Wen Yiming quickly searched for the old man's pocket, and carried the heart pills with him, but the old man was wearing pajamas and didn't even look through it. He stood up and searched in the house quickly. He suddenly saw a bottle of medicine on the coffee table. It was indeed the heart pills. He picked up a glass of water and ran back to his original place.

"Give me!"

Zhao Dacheng asked Wen Yiming to help the old man up slightly and take the water and medicine, quickly stuff the medicine into his mouth, and send it down with water. Then he pinched the person hard while helping him massage the other person to relieve his energy.

"Why……"

After a while, the old man breathed a long breath, his face returned to normal, he slowly opened his eyes, and said weakly: "I... this is..."

"Don't talk!" Zhao Dacheng asked Wen Yiming to help, helped the old man up, put it on the sofa, and asked, "When did you have this disease? Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"What's the point of telling you?"

The old man drank a sip of water and slowly recovered from his consciousness. He sat up with Wen Yiming's support and said helplessly: "Doctors do not treat themselves and become sick due to overwork. What are the solutions?"

"you!"

Zhao Dacheng looked at the weak old man in front of him and sighed, saying heartbrokenly: "Junior brother, junior brother, why are you still working so hard as the director of the Chinese medicine hospital? If you have anything to do, can't you let others do it? If you let go..."

"Doctors are parents, can I watch the patient and ignore it?"

The old man patted Wen Yiming and smiled and said, "Senior brother, isn't the purpose of incense or medical treatment the disease and save the patient? Neither of us embarrasses the master!"
Chapter completed!