The woman called out several times: "Hey, is this Dr. Ye?"
Ye Qiu came back to his senses and apologized: "Sorry, I thought it was Dean Zhao who called."
The woman on the other end of the phone was silent and said, "President Zhao, do you mean President Zhao Xingguo of the People's Hospital?"
Ye Qiu chuckled and said, "Yes, that's the old man."
Song Mei was holding her mobile phone, her wrinkled face covered with black lines. She looked at Zhao Xingguo who was standing not far away with a dark face and jumping around. She shuddered and quickly walked a few steps away and whispered.
He said into the microphone: "Then you must be Dr. Ye Qiuye."
Ye Qiu touched his nose. Although he wanted to deny it, the woman's voice on the phone revealed a sense of vicissitudes of elegance that prevented him from thinking of deception.
Ye Qiu replied: "If you ask Ye Qiu, it's me, but I'm not a doctor."
Song Mei smiled. She also knew what happened before, and Ye Qiu was probably quite unhappy in his heart. She said, "Regardless of whether Dr. Ye has a medical certificate or not, I would like to thank you for saving my husband's life."
Only then did Ye Qiu realize who it was. Thinking of the old but energetic old man from before, he smiled and said, "You're welcome. I should do my job as a doctor."
Song Mei said deeply: "No, Dr. Ye, thank you very much."
Song Mei's thank you was not only a way of expressing her gratitude to Ye Qiu for saving Jiang Jianjun, she also learned that Ye Qiu played a very key role in the previous accident, and it was also a way of showing her respect.
And she knew that in this age of materialistic desires, how many doctors could still remember what their vocation was?
Most people become doctors because of this profession and because they can make money. Doctors like Ye Qiu who do not pursue fame and fortune are rare and are simply endangered animals.
Ye Qiu replied: "You're welcome."
Song Mei said: "Whenever Dr. Ye is free, I would like to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude, and my husband will definitely want to see you after he wakes up."
Ye Qiu scratched his head: "Eating is free. If you want to thank me, then do me a favor."
Song Mei hurriedly said: "Okay, just ask Dr. Ye."
Ye Qiu whispered a few words to Song Mei, and then hung up the phone.
People's Hospital.
Song Mei hung up the phone, her face covered with black lines.
When Luo Junzhe saw his wife chatting with her for a while, his expression turned ugly. He thought something had happened, so he quickly asked: "Master, what happened?"
Song Mei shook her head, and then looked at Zhao Xingguo, who had a dark face on the other side. His face was quite tangled. After thinking for a while, he walked over.
Zhao Xingguo hated Ye Qiu so much that he actually said that he liked men. If someone knew that he was fine, he would be exaggerated into saying that he was fine. He yelled at Ye Qiu in his heart.
At this moment, a voice came from behind: "Dean Zhao."
Zhao Xingguo turned around quickly and saw Song Mei. He quickly put his face away and said, "Mrs. Jiang, what's the matter?"
Song Mei looked at Zhao Xingguo with a strange expression on her face, as if she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh. After a while, she said softly: "Doctor Ye asked me to bring you a message, saying it was the Dihao Nightclub in Tianguang City.
Able to meet your special requirements.”
"puff."
"Oh my God! That bastard!"
Zhao Xingguo almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, but he didn't care about his manners and continued to scold his mother.
Song Mei covered her mouth and chuckled a few times, shook her head and asked Luo Junzhe to buy some daily necessities. Jiang Jianjun is currently transferred to the intensive care unit, but he is in good condition. I believe he will be transferred to the general ward in a few days.
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Tianguang Travel Company, catering department.
Su Dazhi looked at the table on the computer with a gloomy face. That is the turnover of Tianguang University Canteen No. 8. The current daily turnover is around 8,000, which is quite good for a university canteen. The monthly profit
It's probably around 100,000.
But for Canteen No. 8, the turnover has dropped significantly. You must know that the previous turnover was an average of more than 10,000!
However, since the canteen no longer sells bean sprouts, sales have dropped rapidly.
Moreover, 8,000 has not yet reached the bottom. The current turnover is still continuing to decline. I believe that there may be only 3,000 or 4,000 left in the near future. For the operating situation of the canteen, this can only be regarded as maintaining a small profit.
At this time the phone on the desk rang.
Su Dazhi saw the phone number and answered the call: "Hey, Manager Zhang, what's going on?"
A nice female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Manager Su, there was a notice just now issued from above that Tianguang University's No. 7 Canteen will be inviting bids next week. The superiors asked you to participate. You must win the right to operate Canteen No. 7.
."
Su Dazhi replied: "Okay, I understand."
The woman said: "Okay, if there's nothing else to do, I'll hang up first."
A lustful smile suddenly appeared on Su Dazhi's face: "Manager Zhang, I have something to do. Please come to my office later."
The woman knew what Su Dazhi was going to do and said coquettishly: "Okay, Manager Su."
Hang up the phone.
Su Dazhi had a gloomy look on his face. Thinking of what happened in the KTV before, he felt very irritated. That damn Zhang Qingqing actually hooked up with the supplier of Dali's bean sprouts.
Moreover, the supplier seems to have a very good relationship with Zhang Qingqing. I am afraid that it will be impossible for him to obtain the power bean sprouts at a low price in the short term.
But he is not worried. Now he has notified all channels managed by the company and refuses to purchase Dali bean sprouts. He has also joined forces with other catering companies in Tianguang City to suppress Dali bean sprouts. I believe that damn little farmer will cry in the near future.
Come to beg him.
"You old man, our catering department is the leader in Tianguang City, what can you do to fight with me? And Zhang Qingqing, sooner or later you will be slept with by me."
Su Dazhi sneered in his heart. When he thought of Zhang Qingqing's graceful figure, he couldn't help but get angry.
Dong Dong.
There was a knock on the door.
"Come in."
Su Dazhi shouted.
With a creaking sound of the door opening, a woman walked in from the outside. She had wavy hair, the ends of her hair were dyed fiery red. She was wearing a hollow lace dress. The hem only reached her hips, revealing a pair of beautiful black silk legs.
.
If Ye Qiu were here, he would find that this woman's appearance is somewhat similar to Zhang Qingqing's.
"Manager Zhang, come here."
Su Dazhi said with a cold face.
Hearing this, the woman quickly closed the door behind her, locked it, smiled coquettishly, walked over and sat on Su Dazhi's lap: "Manager Su, what makes you so unhappy?"
Su Dazhi sneered and said, "You're not that little bitch."