Seeing a fellow villager in a foreign country, Jiang He immediately felt more cordial.
After the two talked for a while, Jiang He said: "Boss Feng, thank you very much for today. Do you have any cash in the store? Can you take some out for me to use."
Feng Sanjin was very generous and asked his subordinates to bring him a box of cash.
"There are one million here, take them all!"
After seeing one million in cash, Jiang He was stunned: "Is it so profitable to open a pharmacy?"
Hearing this, Feng Sanjin was also dumbfounded: "It's true that we don't make much money at home, but in Hong Guo, we make a lot of money!"
"Because our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctors are famous all over the world! Everyone in the Hong Kingdom knows that our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine doctors are great, so this Chinese medicine clinic is filled with dignitaries, so it's natural to make money!"
Jiang He suddenly realized.
Traditional Chinese medicine in China is similar to foreign luxury goods sold in China, and they are very popular.
"I understand. Thank you very much for today. Let's talk some other time!"
After saying that, Jiang He left the Chinese medicine clinic.
After leaving the traditional Chinese medicine clinic, Jiang He did not leave directly, but turned around and went to the noodle shop.
At this time, the noodle shop aunt was cleaning outside the store, and the bun seller crossed his arms and secretly looked at the noodle shop aunt.
"Auntie."
Jiang He called him with a smile.
After seeing Jiang He coming, the bun shop owner raised his eyebrows and said, "Hey! Did you see that? This poor guy is here to eat noodles again! Let me just say, this beggar is so pitiful! It's better for you, you still have to give it to him
A bowl of noodles, are you entangled now? Tsk, tsk, tsk!"
The bun shop owner was looking weird, but the noodle shop aunt didn't take his words to heart.
Instead, he smiled and said to Jiang He: "Young man, are you hungry again? Sit here while Auntie cooks you a bowl of noodles!"
Hearing this, Jiang He also smiled shyly. The young man had a big appetite, and he was really not full from the bowl of noodles just now.
"Thank you, aunt!"
Soon after, a steaming bowl of beef noodles was brought to Jiang He.
This bowl of noodles is larger than the previous one and has more beef.
The noodle shop aunt was looking at Jiang He with a smile on the opposite side of Jiang He: "Young man, eat more. If it's not enough, aunt will cook it for you!"
Jiang He nodded, and then started to eat hungrily.
After seeing this scene, the bun shop owner on the side mocked: "Haha, there is only one disease in the world, and that is the disease of poverty! The disease of poverty cannot be cured. If you give him noodles today, you are a good person. You
If you don't give him noodles tomorrow, you will become a bad person!"
"I don't know what you think about giving noodles to a beggar!"
Faced with the ridicule of the bun shop owner, the aunt couldn't bear it. She said angrily: "This is my business! You don't need to worry about it!"
"Yes, yes, you deserve to be the scapegoat! Hahahaha!" the bun shop owner laughed mercilessly.
"I really don't know what you are thinking. Your husband is a vegetable, your son is still in college, and the whole family is pointing at you to make money. You still act like a good person and give others free noodles! With your work attitude, I'm afraid your husband will be fine for the rest of his life.
No way! Your son probably won’t have any tuition fees to continue going to college!"
The few words from the bun shop owner pierced the heart of the noodle shop aunt. The noodle shop aunt soon turned red and tears kept rolling in her eyes.
She said very aggrievedly: "I just see that he is as old as my son and I feel sorry for him..."