A group of relatives saw Qin Fan talking to the driver of the luxury car. The driver's demeanor was extremely respectful, just like Butler Lin in a restaurant in western Hunan.
They were all curious and gathered around him.
"Mr. Qin, I believe you have received a call from our chairman? I am Xiaofang."
"Yeah~" Qin Fan nodded slightly.
"Mr. Qin, these are all the purchase procedures for a Mercedes-Benz. The chairman has arranged for you to apply for the license plate and it will be mailed to you another day."
The driver Xiaofang personally handed a document bag to Qin Fan.
"These are two keys. If you need anything during use, you can contact us or contact the nearest Mercedes-Benz 4S store."
"Okay, please thank Mr. Yuan for me!"
After Xiaofang finished explaining the matter, he got into a taxi and left.
And a bunch of relatives were like fools, especially the aunt, who was saying just now that she had to drive a car like this to live in a villa, but in the blink of an eye, this car really belonged to Qin Fan.
"Qin Fan, does this Mercedes-Benz belong to you?" Zhou Yulan was a little confused and confused.
"Hey, Chairman Yuan gave it to me."
Everyone was completely speechless and spent millions to buy a luxurious Mercedes-Benz as a gift to Qin Fan.
So what exactly did Qin Fan do?
At this time, the security guard of Dongshan Villa saw Qin Fan. He had seen Qin Fan often with Lan Mei in the past, and he was also the owner of Four Six.
He took the initiative to step forward and asked: "Mr. Qin, are you going home?"
"Well~Uncle Xi, my car hasn't been registered with the property management yet, can I drive it in?"
"Of course, you are the owner of Dongshan Villa, so naturally, they are all your guests?"
"Um!"
"With you leading the way, they can all go in."
"Thank you, Uncle Xi!" Qin Fan simply parked the Mercedes-Benz outside because he had to go home soon, so there was no need to drive in.
"Let's go, Yulan!"
Qin Fan pulled Zhou Yulan, who was still confused and had not recovered.
Under his leadership, everyone entered the Dongshan Villa in a mighty manner.
"These are four ones and four twos. It is said that there are no four fours. The best two numbers are four sixes and four eights, which are known as the kings of buildings." Ye Hong introduced it to Zhou Congshuang and the others as he walked.
Each villa is independent, with front and rear gardens, three floors, and an independent garage.
Behind the king building is a relatively low-grade independent villa.
"What kind of villa does Qin Fan's house look like?" Zhou Congshuang asked her husband Ye Hong.
"Haha, it would be great to have an independent villa like the one in the back. How can I be the king of the building? The villas in the back are better than ours."
"Qin Fan, is your villa coming soon?" Ye Hong asked.
"Coming!"
Everyone visited the place all the way and kept making envious sounds.
Mother-in-law Wang Yazhen even smiled so much that her face turned into autumn chrysanthemums, "I told you, our Qin Fan will be successful."
"A car worth millions is given as a gift. If you live in a villa, you have to drive a car like that."
She said this over and over again without any politeness, and the aunt's old face turned red from the shock.
"arrive!"
When everyone saw it, they saw four sixes! It happened to be the king of the building!
Ye Hong suddenly blushed. He had sworn just now that it would be nice to have a small villa at the back, but he didn't know that it was really the king of the building.
Qin Fan ignored them.
He put his finger on the fingerprint lock, and a gentle female voice immediately came: "The fingerprints match, welcome the master home."
"Click!"
The mechanical lock opened automatically, and all the relatives were almost numb.
As Qin Fan entered the large living room, the decoration was extremely luxurious, including a refrigerator, TV, and kitchen utensils.
A group of people looked enviously as they visited from the first floor to the third floor, where there is also a terrace and a small swimming pool.
"Qin Fan, am I dreaming?" Zhou Yulan was confused.
"Silly girl, I originally planned to surprise you after the opening, but I didn't expect it to be exposed in advance."
"This villa...was given as a gift by someone else?"
"Um!"
Once again, everyone was horrified instead of surprised! "Qin Fan, what on earth did you do..." Zhou Yulan asked in confusion.
"I'll explain to you later. Anyway, I got it legitimately."
Qin Fan patted Zhou Yulan's hand to comfort her.
"Third sister, you have endured all the hardships and finally enjoy the blessings." The uncle sighed.
"Haha, our Qin Fan has a promising future, but he keeps it secret!" Wang Yazhen was so happy that she wiped away her tears.
A group of elders almost vomited blood. This is called concealment. It is simply a blockbuster without making a sound.
The naked slap in the face made all the snobbish relatives dizzy.
Wang Yazhen was like riding a roller coaster. She was worried and happy for a while, but in the end, she felt proud in front of her brothers and sisters.
"Qin Fan, you have a lot of connections now, so you should help us if you have the chance."
A cousin said fawningly.
"Yulan, tell your Qin Fan if you can find a job for your cousin."
…
All of a sudden, Zhou Yulan and Qin Fan became the people their relatives could rely on.
"Qin Fan, how long has it been since we moved here?" The mother-in-law was impatient.
Qin Fan thought for a while and said, "Mom, choose an auspicious day. Moving is not a trivial matter."
"good!"
A group of people finished their visit and it was getting late, so they all left one after another.
Shen Chen went to the property management company to get access cards, gave them to Zhou Yulan and his mother-in-law, one each, and entered their fingerprints into the door lock.
He settled down in Linhai City, and his closest relatives were his wife and mother-in-law.
In the afternoon, the family returned to the old community.
Wang Yazhen naturally showed off to a bunch of neighbors, and everyone praised Qin Fan. In a short period of time, the most unpromising son-in-law became a rich man-in-law.
Qin Fan and Zhou Yulan were helpless. They also knew that she had that kind of personality. She had worked hard all her life and suffered a lot of cynicism, so they just let her be.
"Qin Fan, you can tell me now."
When Zhou Yulan entered the room, she was not immersed in material comfort like Wang Yazhen. Instead, she was unusually calm.
"I don't mean anything else. I'm afraid that you will get lost in material enjoyment and be unable to extricate yourself from the sudden and unknown wealth."
In fact, she was worried that Qin Fan had gone astray.
"Okay! I'll be honest." Qin Fan knew this would happen, "Did Sister Mei and Sister Jingrou give the villa to me?"
Zhou Yulan was a little distracted. There was Sister Mei in front of her, and then there was Sister Jingrou.
"Yulan, don't think so wildly. This is not something you got out of thin air, but a reward for your husband's medical skills."
"The same goes for cars." Qin Fan raised his eyebrows and showed his signature smile.
He talked about Li Jingrou's infertility and rescuing Mr. Yuan before dispelling Zhou Yulan's uneasiness.
"Don't worry, I do things in a measured way. We will move in on a chosen day. It's time for Mom to change into a better environment."
"Um!"
The facade was renovated quickly, and Qin Fan named his first business Bianque Medical Center.
This is different from ordinary large pharmacies. It has a simple and distant meaning, which makes it easy for people to remember that this is Chinese medicine.
He plans to recruit employees in advance, and the location is located at the reception desk on the first floor.
There is one person each for reception, medicine collection, consultation, and treasury management. The recruitment he posted is very strange. There are no restrictions on academic qualifications, no gender restrictions, and the age range is relaxed to 18-60 years old. It only depends on actual on-site performance ability.
He also made a special trip to towns and posted advertisements, offering food and accommodation, high wages plus commissions.
In these days, Western medicine is all over the world. It may be easy to recruit ordinary salespersons, but there are very few qualified Chinese medicine salespersons.
He was not in a hurry. Many applicants came in one after another, but they were all rejected by Qin Fan.
Yuan Meng is like brown candy, he has been here since morning.
"Qin Fan, how about I come work for you."
"You? Miss, my little temple can't afford to support you. Your father knew it, but he still didn't skin me alive." Qin Fan smiled bitterly.
"Hehe, to be serious, I will go back to the capital tomorrow. You have to promise me to tell me about your medical treatment often."
"Okay~ I'll provide you with the materials." Qin Fan had no choice but to agree quickly.
"It's good to know~ You are the protagonist of my novel." Yuan Meng looked proud.
She actually wrote a book called Urban Miracle Doctor later on, but I won’t mention it for now.
The next day, two more applicants came. A middle-aged man dressed simply and with a vicissitudes of life came to apply with a girl.
Judging from the appearance of the two, they should have a father-daughter relationship.
"Mr. Qin, our father and daughter are here to apply. My name is Han Peirong, and this is my daughter Han Ling."
"I wonder what Mr. Han did before?"
"To be honest, I have been working in the rural health center for many years, and I am a barefoot doctor, what they call a doctor with mud legs, a charlatan."
Han Peirong grinned, but the vicissitudes between his eyebrows showed a lot of helplessness.
He took out a lot of certificates from the yellow cloth pocket beside him. Qin Fan looked at it and found that he was indeed engaged in traditional Chinese medicine.
"I just don't have a job, and I haven't studied in a professional school. I've been self-taught all my life."
"My little girl has been following me since she was a child. She knows some simple pharmacological knowledge and has a high school education."
Han Ling is very shy and seems to be afraid of meeting strangers, occasionally showing the deep dimples on her face.
Han Peirong is already fifty-five years old, and Han Ling is less than twenty years old.
"Okay, we will conduct the test as usual. I don't care about academic qualifications, as long as you have real ability."
Qin Fan smiled gently.
He temporarily called a decoration worker from upstairs and asked Han Peirong to diagnose on the spot.