The last time Qin Fan was attacked in Linhai, one person died and three others were seriously injured.
Subsequently, relevant Chinese departments conducted an investigation, but no clues were found.
"Well, let's leave it to Shadow to take charge of their safety and cooperate with Xiao Qin's trip to England this time."
Yi Lao said.
"Well! Let's keep walking."
Mr. Zhang stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation.
The two of them continued to circle along the corridor in the courtyard.
"Mr. Zhang, I also heard that Xiao Qin will return to the capital during the Double Ninth Festival?"
Yi Lao suddenly asked.
Mr. Zhang paused and a smile appeared on his face, "Yilao, I thought you only knew about work and didn't care about these things."
"Haha, how could you not know? We both knew it well and didn't say anything."
Yi Lao said with a smile.
Indeed, as Mr. Zhang and Mr. Yi, they were very perceptive. From the moment Qin Fan entered their eyes, they had already figured out Qin Fan's life experience.
I just don’t know the details.
Mr. Zhang waved his hand, "We don't have to worry about their internal disputes. This Xiao Qin is not the kind of soft persimmon who will be slaughtered by others."
"My suggestion is that we control the overall situation and let them fiddle with the rest. As long as the fundamentals are not harmed, we will wait and see what happens."
Yi Lao also knew very well that the relationship between these big families was intricate and complicated.
"It would also be a good idea if Xiao Qin could be allowed to integrate."
Yi Lao nodded in agreement.
"Hey, that's too far. I guess both of them have been prepared for it."
Yi Lao smiled. He could predict that in this dispute, there would be new life but also destruction.
the same day.
Walter Raphael and his blonde assistant Joan Joyce walked into the Empire State Building in the United States.
They were walking in a hurry, as if they were encountering something big.
The blond assistant Joan Joyce knocked on the office door of Richards Hill, chairman of the Medical Association.
Hearing the noise inside, she opened the door and let Walter Raphael in first.
Richards Hill saw the two of them at the desk.
He stood up with a smile, holding out his huge beer belly, "Dear Doctor, Miss Joyce, I have been waiting for you since I received your call."
"Hey, you all have sad faces. Why is that?"
He stepped forward and hugged the other person.
"Chairman Hill, there is something that may not be a good thing for us. I came here in a hurry just to ask for your instructions."
Watt Raphael said.
"Oh, what is it? Let me hear it, please."
Richards Hill asked the two of them to sit down, and his personal assistant served coffee to them.
After the personal assistant exited, Watt Raphael said: "Chairman Hill, Qin Fan is going to leave China and go to Buckingham Palace."
"puff!"
Richards Hill couldn't help but spit out the sip of coffee he just drank and dripped onto his clothes.
He hurriedly took out a tissue from the coffee table and wiped the coffee juice on his clothes.
"Are you talking about that witch doctor from China?"
Richards Hill asked.
He picked up the coffee again and wanted to drink it.
"Yes, as far as I know, Buckingham Palace has sent an invitation letter to Chinese officials."
"Qin Fan will be invited to give lectures at the Royal Medical College, and he will also teach traditional Chinese medicine health preservation to members of the royal family."
Watt Raphael said.
Richards Hill paused in his hand and almost spilled the coffee again.
He put down the cup in shock, "Whose idea was it?
Can the Queen agree?"
Walter Raphael was a little speechless. He said slowly: "Chairman Hill, do you still remember that the Queen was assassinated in China Port?"
Richards Hill nodded.
Walter Raphael continued: "I guess it was that time that the Queen came into contact with Qin Fan."
Richards Hill looked incredulous, "Traditional Chinese medicine is available in countries all over the world. How can the queen change after just one exposure?"
Even if I beat him to death, he would not believe that the Western world's inherent model cannot accept medical treatments based on grass roots, insect eggs, and tree bark.
"No, strictly speaking, it's Prince Henry's illness."
Watt Raphael said.
"Prince Henry?
You mean the Queen's beloved youngest son?
The one with ALS?”
Richards Hill asked.
Then, he stood up in shock, "Could it be...are you saying that ALS was brought back to life at the hands of witch doctors?"
Walter Raphael forced out a wry smile and nodded in acquiescence.
Then, he talked about Prince Henry's treatment at the Hong Kong Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital.
After listening to Watt Raphael's story, Richards Hill took several steps back and forth.
Then he returned to his seat and picked up the coffee cup again.
"This witch doctor is so scary. He has the ability to subvert our Western medicine."
"Doctor, the witch doctor went to Buckingham Palace in England at the invitation of Prince Henry?"
Walter Raphael spread his hands helplessly and shrugged, "No, it's an invitation signed by the Queen herself."
Richards Hill paused slightly, and the coffee in his hand spilled again.
It can be seen that the information brought by Walter Raphael shocked him, it was simply incredible.
"Chairman Hill, what should we do now? The arrival of this witch doctor will definitely have an impact on our operations. The impact will be like the explosive power of a hydrogen bomb."
Watt Raphael said.
He glanced at Joan Joyce.
Joan Joyce opened the folder in her hand and took out a large pile of bound information.
"Chairman Hill, this is the witch doctor information we collected from China."
Joan Joyce pushed the bound information in front of Richards Hill.
The latter picked it up and looked at it with a solemn expression.
The more he watched, the more frightened he became. This was simply the most powerful Chinese medicine practitioner in history. It had only been two short years since his debut.
But he created one myth after another.
"When will the witch doctor go to England?"
Richards Hill asked.
"According to the information we have, it should be mid-June."
Joan Joyce said.
Richards Hill had a beer belly and moved his buttocks to make his sitting position more comfortable.
He nodded, "Okay, I understand. Since the Queen signed the invitation, it is obviously impossible to stop it."
"We have to figure out how to defeat him at home! Let Chinese medicine be discredited!"
"It makes sense. This is our home court. We have the right time and the right place. As long as we operate well, we are absolutely sure to beat him."
Walter Raphael also nodded in agreement.
He felt that his whole body was full of fighting spirit, and he had the urge to show off.
"Doctor, you and Miss Joyce go back first and wait for my notification."
"Yes! Chairman Hill."
Walter Raphael and Joan Joyce stood up and said goodbye to Richards Hill.
Seeing the two people leaving, Richards Hill looked at the pile of information again before he slowly put it down.
He thought to himself: "It is better to prepare for the worst and be prepared with both hands. This witch doctor should not be underestimated.
With his existence, how much money do we make?
Since he is not in China, this is his dragon's den."
He returned to his desk and made a series of phone calls.
Without exception, these calls are from the giants behind the capital market.
What he wants to do, he must first get the support of these predators. He also knows that what the predators don't like most is spitting out fat that reaches their mouths.
Time flies and it’s May Day.
On the night of the holiday.
Qin Fan, Xiaowen and Phoenix Girl drove a business car to the airport together.
At eight o'clock, we received Zhang Xiaowen, Ma Fangfei, Liang Chun, and Yinyuanxin.
"Mr. Qin! Hello! Why are you here in person?"
Ma Fangfei was a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Qin, you make us very embarrassed."
Liang Chun touched his head, feeling a little at a loss.
Indeed, there are very few bosses in the world who come to greet their employees in person.