Yang Liang spoke without leaving any trace and brought the topic back to himself.
He added an accent to the five characters "useless things", which always gave people the impression of a pun, but he didn't say it clearly yet, so Hu Huifeng and Chen Ling couldn't find a reason to criticize him.
After all, Yang Liang has drank foreign ink, and his rank is still much higher than Liu Fenglai's.
Immediately afterwards, the class reunion became a special event for Yang Liang.
After a while, with the praise of He Jianqiang, he humbly said that the attending physician of the interventional department of the city hospital, "a rising star" and so on, were all routine operations;
After a while, in Liu Feng's admiring eyes, he talked about how to copy futures with ten times leverage, holding more than one million yuan a month;
After a while, with the students' humbly asking for advice, they talked about the prospects of 3D printing and the drastic changes in the 5G era.
Especially the last point, Yang Liang talked very deeply, involving things like using robotic arms to perform remote surgeries in the 5G era.
At this time, even Chen Yang listened for a while and nodded secretly.
He had heard a lot of these from Professor Yang. Some of the concepts, combined with what Yang Liang said, were quite similar. But for some reason, Yang Liang was a little vague on some key points.
What Chen Yang didn't know was that Yang Liang was thinking hard about memories as he spoke.
When the chief director of the Interventional Department of their city hospital was communicating with a professor from Beijing, Yang Liang couldn't get in front of him and listened to it piecemeal. At this moment, it was a bit difficult to express his own opinions.
Finally, it was almost complete. When Yang Liang raised his glass and ended the topic, he did not forget to say mysteriously: "You may not know that today the city hospital has a leading professor from Peking Union Medical College Hospital. His name is Zheng Cheng, who is from our domestic interventional department.
's facade.
If there is a relative or friend at home who needs medical treatment, go there while the time is right, it is a rare opportunity."
"Um?"
Chen Yang raised his eyebrows and was surprised: "Zheng Cheng? He arrived so soon? Why didn't he notify me so that he could pick up the plane?"
Zheng Cheng, went to Peking Union Medical College Hospital, the face of interventional medicine in China.
Aren’t the people that the combination of these keywords refers to the proud disciples recommended by Professor Yang?
Chen Yang took the note from Professor Yang and contacted Dr. Zheng Cheng, and the other party agreed wholeheartedly.
I just didn't expect him to arrive so quickly, and I didn't even have the intention to pick him up at the airport, so this was a bit too much of a favor.
Chen Yang wondered what the Xiehe Professor Zheng Cheng would want, and didn't pay much attention to the intrigues and jealousies among the classmates at the table.
You show off that you are a smart kid, I show off that the price of a house has increased, I drank too much, and I brag about killing thousands of people...
What's the point?
It was just as boring as the class reunion Chen Yang imagined.
After almost eating and drinking, Yang Liang stood up and said in a declarative tone: I see it, today’s meal is for us boys to show off our style, let’s aa, don’t let the girls pay for it.
He added: "What do you think?"
Yang Liang said the last sentence as if he had not said it. Moral kidnapping has come up, what else can he say?
There were several boys present, and their faces suddenly became ugly, but they were too embarrassed to object.
Liu Feng rolled her eyes. As soon as the whole performance ended, Chen Yang remained silent. She didn't find a chance to ridicule him.
Now following Yang Liang's words, she was able to take action and sneered: "Chen Yang, why don't you say anything? You can't even afford AA, right?"
"Yes, it doesn't matter. You name it, the girls at our table will pay for your share. It doesn't matter."
"As a house-based son-in-law, you definitely don't have much pocket money. I have no other intention. I just want to ask, do you have one hundred a month?"
Liu Feng covered her mouth and laughed so hard that she fell into Yang Liang's arms. Jiao Sheng asked, "My dear, how much does this table cost?"
Yang Liang smiled and said: "Wan'er 8,000, it's not much."
Liu Feng pretended to be shocked and said: "That's a lot. You see, we Chen Yang don't even have the money to take a taxi. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you are poor, but if you drive your little electric donkey, we won't laugh at you."
"What are you doing here? Or go find Hu Huifeng and pretend to be driving out of the 4S shop. I will embarrass you."
Liu Feng finally realized what he was doing and no longer covered it up in a weird way.
"Pa~"
Hu Huifeng slapped her palm on the table, causing the cups and plates to tremble.
She has been waiting for this moment for a long time.
While Hu Huifeng was taking out things, she shouted to Liu Feng: "Who said the car was a scratch? It was bought by Chen Yang with real money."