Chapter 27 I'm envious of being raised by a rich woman
who?
Who bothers you guys to admire beautiful women?
While eating delicious food and looking at the beautiful woman, he was suddenly interrupted, and Yang Bei felt angry in his stomach.
Yang Bei lost his previous memory and lived in the mountains for another five years.
His impression of women were those in mountain villages who could go up to the mountains with machetes to kill tigers.
This is definitely the first time Yang Bei has come into contact with such a gentle, gentle and ladylike woman like Chu Yuelian.
Especially Chu Yuelian's shy expression aroused his affection even more.
But at this moment, someone came to cause trouble.
The man in the suit had particularly ferocious muscles. When he saw there were only three people at the dining table, he immediately determined which one was Yang Bei and walked over menacingly.
"Mr. Yang, could you please come with us?"
"Where to go?"
Yang Bei was still calm, but Chu Yuelian couldn't sit still anymore and hurriedly stood up, with concern written all over her pretty face: "Who are you? Why are you looking for him?"
Chu Nanshan was still calm, and shouted with a frown: "Guys, if you need to see a doctor, please go to the front and line up."
"We are from Hongcheng Technology. We are looking for Mr. Yang to do a business."
The big man in a suit showed his ID and said coldly: "Mr. Yang, please move to the Shen family villa."
Hongcheng Technology is a pharmaceutical research and development company. Its business is not large, but the products it launches are very famous. Several facial masks are sold overseas and are well-known.
Want me to go to the Shen family villa?
Yang Bei didn't know about this company. He frowned when he heard about Shen's villa: Is Shen Hongyan not finished yet? If she doesn't know what's going on, I won't treat this disease!
He took a deep breath and stood up: "Let's go."
He wanted to see what else Shen Hongyan wanted to do.
She repeatedly made trouble for herself, and even though Yang Bei was a clay figure, he still felt angry in his heart.
Seeing how cooperative he was, the big man in a suit made a gesture of invitation.
After taking Yang Bei into the car, we walked for forty minutes.
The Shen family villa is still the same as before, but the difference is that there are not so many doctors waiting to treat Shen Hongyan outside.
The news that the billionaire's little rich woman is recovering from her strange illness and is going to get married has also spread around this time.
When Yang Bei got off the car, he could still hear the property management personnel in the community pointing at him.
"See, it's that lucky boy."
"I will be raised by a rich woman in the future. I am envious."
"You should work hard, there are many rich women in this villa area."
Listening to their discussion, Yang Bei frowned: He is still being raised by a rich woman. The rich woman is moody and has dumped her brother a long time ago!
As soon as we parked the car, Mr. Shen and two elderly people of about the same age came out to greet us.
Mr. Shen looked very excited and took the initiative to shake hands with Yang Bei: "Little miracle doctor, you are here."
"Um."
Yang Bei nodded calmly, and Mr. Shen continued: "Let me introduce to you, this is Li Tongshui, President Li of the Folk Traditional Culture Protection Organization. This is Mr. Ma Daiyan, the former director of the museum."
Both of them are in their sixties or seventies.
President Li has a slim but tall figure. Although he is very young, he does not look hunched over at all. He is full of energy and vitality.
Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, he looks very friendly.
Compared with the other curator, Ma, he looks a bit older. He used to be the leader of the provincial museum. After his retirement, he worked as an errand at the Cultural Relics Institute and is also a cultural person.
If Chairman Li's organization is a private charity organization, then Director Ma is a retired national cadre.
Anyone who worked at his level before retiring would have great energy.
When Yang Bei was observing them, they were also observing Yang Bei.
While smiling and shaking hands, both of them realized that there was something unusual about Yang Bei. They had both seen the world and knew many young talents.
In contrast, Yang Bei is dressed plainly and does not look like a rich man.
But the calm and water-like temperament exuding from his whole body surprised both of them.
Especially Ma Daiyan.
In the system, he had come into contact with many important young people before, including the young Zhuge from the Qin family in Yangcheng and the young master Zhenhai from the Yang family in Yanjing.
Generally speaking, the biggest difference between these young masters and other young men is their composure.
Ordinary young people are extremely respectful when they see someone of the Horsemaster's level.
Some will be so excited that they are speechless.
Young talents who are truly talented and knowledgeable are neither humble nor arrogant. This is the case for young Zhuge and young master Zhenhai.
Yang Bei is a bit more awesome than those two.
When he shook hands with Curator Ma and exchanged greetings, his mood didn't seem to fluctuate at all. Curator Ma even had the feeling: This guy didn't like him at all!
This really surprised the two of them.
After exchanging pleasantries for a while, Mr. Shen from behind answered the phone.
Although there was a distance, Yang Bei could hear that it was Shen Hongyan calling.
She seemed tired and sad.
Mr. Shen was stunned when he heard this, and shouted in surprise. Then he raised his head apologetically and covered the phone: "You guys are chatting, I have some personal matters."
After saying that, Mr. Shen went in and made a phone call.
Apparently, Shen Hongyan was in trouble.
Yang Bei didn't find it strange either. Since Shen Hongyan could use men without principles in exchange for benefits, sooner or later she would suffer backlash.
She was able to win the order from Longhui Group because Li Junyong used the back door.
I guess Li Junyong asked her to pay the price, but she refused again.
It was as if she was using the doctor to recruit a bride, using me to diagnose dragon scale disease, but then turned around and took out one million to throw me away - just as Yang Bei thought of this, he saw President Li waving in front of him: "Mr. Yang? Yang?
Did you hear that, sir?”
Yang Bei quickly came back to his senses and said with a smile: "I understand, you two came here to ask me about dragon scale disease, and also want to ask me about acupuncture prescriptions?"
"Yep."
Curator Ma looked a little excited: "I searched through ancient books and found that there are only two books that record dragon scale disease. One is the "Jiuzhou Hundred Diseases Collection" of the Tang Dynasty. However, this book only records the disease, not the treatment.
means."
Having said this, Curator Ma paused for a moment, with a look of reverence in his eyes: "The other book is "The Strange Disease" compiled by the imperial physician of the Ming Dynasty in collaboration with nearly a hundred doctors from the martial arts world!"
When I mentioned this book, President Li on the side also became excited.
Different from the Jiuzhou Hundred Diseases Collection, Weird Disease records many difficult and complicated diseases, and also records the corresponding treatment methods.
However, both books have been lost.
Only half of the collection of Jiuzhou's Hundred Diseases is left, which is stored in the Imperial City Museum of Yanjing.
The weirdo syndrome disappears forever.
The last time it appeared was a hundred years ago.
At this time, the two men stared at Yang Bei with burning eyes.
The purpose is self-evident.
"Are you doubting that I have that collection of books?"
As soon as Yang Bei finished speaking, President Li took the lead and said, "Yes! Brother Yang, if you really have that collection of books, you must contribute it. The wisdom of the ancients has declined now, which is chilling! We protect our traditional culture
Organization, committed to preserving and promoting these ancient cultures..."
Before he could finish speaking, Director Ma pulled him away: "No matter how good your organization is, it is just a non-governmental organization. Our Provincial Cultural Bureau also attaches great importance to these things. Mr. Yang, you must give us the Strange Syndrome!"
They said something to each other, as if they regarded Yang Bei as a treasure.
At this moment, another commercial vehicle parked behind me.
The dark car door opened, and a man in a suit walked over and said frivolously: "Mr. Yang, you have a third option, sell it to us Hongcheng Technology."