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The two hundred and ninetieth chapter is that it is a vixen

"It does work, but it doesn't produce much value."

The prescription involves dozens of Chinese medicines, each of which has special requirements and needs to be processed separately. In the end, dozens of Chinese medicines are added with honey and made into pills, which is destined to not be mass-produced.

However, it is very feasible to make a small batch and circulate it on a small scale within a certain group.

After Chu Jiu analyzed it, Gu Yongnian shook his head with regret and sighed. It seemed that after it was produced, he only had one loyal buyer, Deng Deyou.

"Damn, I was the first one to think of plotting against Boss Deng."

Chujiu was dissatisfied that Gu Yongnian wanted to sell the pills to Deng Deyou, who was most compatible with him, at a high price.

"Planning? This is to give him benefits, right? Besides, among the people you know, who else can afford this pill? Ding Hao and Jing Fei can't use it either."

Gu Yongnian was indeed a businessman, and he convinced Chujiu with just a few words. The two of them put their heads together to discuss how much profit they should receive from selling to Deng Deyou.

On the ninth day of the lunar month, under the pretext of benefiting Deng Deyou's health, he added another five hundred to the price proposed by Gu Yongnian. During this time, he forgot that among all the people, Deng Deyou was the most compatible with him.

"Okay, when did Uncle Gu start messing around with Chujiu like Boss Deng?"

I glanced at the time on the wall of Gu Yongnian's office. It was not long before noon, and we had to rush back to the Chamber of Commerce.

"Haha, I'll take you to get the medicinal materials. I'll also go to the Chamber of Commerce later and treat you to a big meal."

The chairman's work efficiency was different. He picked up the phone on the table and pressed an intercom button. After a while, someone trotted in. Gu Yongnian handed the prescription in his hand to the person who was preparing two major courses of treatment. quantity.

Within twenty minutes, a large plastic bag contained dozens of packages of medicinal materials packed according to certain dosages.

Gu Yongnian picked up the plastic bag and waved his hand, urging us to set off. We had to go to the Chamber of Commerce to kill Uncle Ding.

"Uncle Gu, you just said you wanted to treat me to a big dinner."

"When did I say that? Of course it was Ding Hao who invited me. Do you think that so many medicinal materials fell from the sky?"

Chujiu muttered that it was true that he was not dishonest, and turned the key to start the car.

Perhaps the most sincere feelings are like this. Gu Yongnian shouted that he had suffered a big loss from so many medicinal materials. When passing by the warehouse, he was worried that Uncle Ding did not have the guy to cook the medicine, so he went to the warehouse and took a valuable medicine casserole. Throw it into the car.

When he arrived at the Chamber of Commerce, during the parking period on the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Gu Yongnian ran to the kitchen of the Chamber of Commerce carrying medicinal materials and casseroles.

"Let me tell you, the old man will definitely follow little brother Qin Feng."

In Uncle Ding's office, Deng Deyou sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, looking at Gu Yongnian who was following me and Chujiu and laughing.

"Oh, Boss Deng, did you guess that I came here because I have good news for you?"

Gu Yongnian showed a lewd smile and walked up to Deng Deyou, kicked his crossed legs away and sat next to him.

The two of them whispered, and Deng Deyou turned his head to look at Chujiu from time to time.

"What on earth did you two brats do to Guban's place?"

Uncle Ding was speechless looking at the wretched expressions of Gu Yongnian and Deng Deyou, guessing that Chujiu and I must have given them some benefit.

"Where is it? I just helped you catch some medicine, but I didn't give you any money to give it."

Chujiu told Uncle Ding some taboos about taking traditional Chinese medicine, which was to avoid spicy seafood, tobacco, and alcohol as much as possible while taking the medicine. Uncle Ding was stunned for a moment, then smiled and patted Chujiu's head, saying that he would definitely drink the medicine on time.

"Chujiu, I'm going to treat you to a big dinner today, hahaha, I didn't expect that, you are really capable."

Deng Deyou got up from the sofa, moved next to Chujiu, and praised Chujiu for knowing medical matters.

"What? Boss Deng no longer has to sneak around at night to read the small advertisements on the telephone poles?"

After Chujiu finished speaking, it took Deng Deyou a long time to react, and the two started to fight again. No one could have imagined that the big boss of the furniture market could be as crazy as a child.

"Okay, you're not hungry, but I'm still hungry. Should I go and eat?"

Uncle Ding packed up his office documents and stood up from behind his desk.

After soliciting the opinions of the ninth day of the Lunar New Year, Deng Deyou chose an authentic hot pot restaurant. The meal was quite enjoyable and everyone drank some beer.

Back at the Chamber of Commerce, Deng Deyou, who was walking beside Chujiu, muttered to himself that he had an extra TV at home that had not been used for a long time and he didn't know what to do with it.

"Ah, ah, ah, Boss Deng, Uncle Deng, you are the best."

Chujiu Pidianpidian followed Deng Deyou and started the fancy flattery mode.

It wasn't until Chujiu promised again that he would never plot against Deng Deyou again, that Deng Deyou agreed to send Chujiu to our school later. Chujiu refused and insisted on sending him to our school tonight.

"Qin Feng, I called you here this time because someone asked me to ask you if you have time to help me take a look at the house and take a look at the feng shui of the house."

Uncle Ding glanced at the documents on the table and saw that there was nothing important. He casually asked me if I wanted to take the job.

"Uncle Ding, you can just say it directly. In the past, you contacted me directly and asked me to handle it. It's the first time you ask me for my opinion, so I'm a little uncomfortable with it."

It can be seen that Uncle Ding is a little hesitant to tell me about this.

"In the past, it was all my own business. Of course I'm not polite to you. This time, it was the late former president's wife who called me a few days ago because she knew there was someone around me who understood this."

As soon as Uncle Ding mentioned the wife of the former president, Deng Deyou, who was arguing with Chujiu, screamed in surprise.

"It turns out to be that vixen? Brother Qin Feng, you must not go. That vixen is too powerful. I'm afraid you will suffer a loss."

According to Deng Deyou, the death of the former president was probably related to the young vixen he later married.

Ten years after the former president's divorce, I met his future wife in a restaurant. This woman was nearly twenty years younger than the former president. She married the former president without hesitation. It would be a shame to say that there was no intention. Don't believe it either.

Coincidentally, after the two got married, the former president's health became worse and worse, and he died of a strange illness within a few months.

The woman inherited most of the former president's assets. Because she didn't know how to manage, she transferred the former president's property to cash, and turned into a super rich woman, hanging out in various high-end bars and places all day long.

Everyone in the Chamber of Commerce is talking behind their backs that this woman killed the former president, but no one has any evidence.

"Uncle Ding, you can just decide on such a small matter."

Indeed, it doesn't matter whether I accept this trivial matter of fortune telling or feng shui. I'm sure I won't get much remuneration.

Uncle Ding said with some embarrassment. He had a good relationship with the former president. Now that he is the president, his widow has something to ask for, and if he doesn't help, he is afraid of being gossiped about.

"Uncle Ding, I understand. I'll just go there. It'll only take a short while. Please give me the address."


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