Three hundred and twenty-five: Change the law and file a complaint
"I'm used to it. I was worried about work some time ago, so I smoked whenever I was worried. Now I've developed the habit of smoking whenever I want."
"Uncle Wang, this habit is not good at all. Listen to your voice now. It is hoarse and hoarse. I remember that your voice was not like this when I saw you some time ago."
After paying attention, Zhang Yu discovered that Director Wang had a lot of problems.
At least when he met Director Wang some time ago, his voice was still that strong and not so hoarse.
And judging from his coughing from time to time, he must not be in good health during this period.
Director Wang was also a little embarrassed to be stared at so seriously by Zhang Yu.
But as an elder, he must not admit his mistakes at this time, otherwise where would he put his face?
He coughed, cleared his throat, and said stiffly: "It's okay, there are no grown men who don't smoke, and I haven't seen anyone really lose his life because of smoking.
Besides, it’s not like you don’t know that purchasing has become more and more difficult recently, and I’m also worried.
When I get worried, I want to grab a cigarette and smoke, but I can’t let go.”
Director Wang felt a little guilty when he started speaking, but the more he spoke, the more he felt justified, and the more he spoke, the more confident he became.
Seeing Zhang Yu's frown, Director Wang patted him on the shoulder again and said with a smile: "Okay, okay! I have a frown at such a young age. What's the avatar? I'll just slap it less in the future."
Zhang Yu looked at his disapproving look and felt a little headache.
It's not that he is not allowed to smoke, but looking at his current condition and the yellow on his fingers, we know that he has definitely smoked no less recently than today.
Before the two of them separated, Zhang Yu was still trying to persuade him to go to the hospital to have a look. He kept coughing like this. What was wrong?
In the end, Director Wang, who was annoyed by his nagging, pushed him out of the door, excused himself that he still had work to finish today, and disappeared again with a puff of smoke.
Looking at his back, Zhang Yu smiled helplessly and shook his head.
He knew that, he knew that these people always felt that he was still a child in their hearts, and they just ignored it.
However, I can't persuade him, isn't there Aunt Wang?
Aunt Wang was ready to fight, but he didn't believe that Uncle Wang dared to refute Aunt Wang's words.
He had seen Aunt Wang occupying the most important position in the family.
Thinking of this, Zhang Yu glanced at the space with his consciousness and picked out two bottles of Qiuli ointment.
This is good stuff. It was cooked by an old doctor based on a secret recipe. The effect is absolutely amazing.
Last year, my uncle had to stay up late at the police station due to two cases of eucalyptus. He smoked like crazy to stay awake, which made him cough every day. He saw several doctors and took several medicines, but nothing worked.
Until I met the old doctor, he didn't prescribe any medicine. He just gave me two bottles of Qiuli ointment that he brewed.
It's amazing to say that after my uncle drank it twice, his cough was relieved. Before he finished the two bottles, his cough was completely gone.
At that time, Zhang Yu also caught a cold and had a cough. He also took the shower twice. After drinking it, he felt completely comfortable.
It feels cold from the throat to the lungs, as if all the accumulated things have been washed away.
After that time, Zhang Yu went to the old doctor again and wanted to buy a few more bottles from him for emergencies. Besides, part of the time in the lower level of his secret space was still, no matter how long it was left,
It won't break down.
Unexpectedly, the old doctor pouted him back at that time. He spread his hands and said angrily: "Do you know how much that bottle of Qiuli ointment costs? Besides, where do you want me to find pears for you at this time?"
I'm not full, so how can I make Qiuli paste with me?"
It was an unfortunate coincidence that the family that usually supplied him with pears every autumn, because the output of pears this year was small and the prices offered were high, they unilaterally broke the contract without even discussing a price increase with him.
, sold all the pears.
The old doctor was so angry that he almost vomited blood. If you think the price is low, just say it. He also knows the situation this year. Besides, even if he doesn't say it, with this year's pear output, he will still propose a price increase.
He's not the kind of person who takes advantage.
Okay! You sold all the pears without saying a word.
Because he thought the two companies had been cooperating for six or seven years, he never thought of finding anyone else in advance.
Now it's good, he let his own pigeons fly over there.
He also found other people in the past two days, but all the pears they had on hand were sold out.
The old doctor had a headache thinking about those people who had greeted him in advance, and some of them even paid money because they believed in him.
Zhang Yu came over at this time and asked for 50 bottles of Qiuli ointment, but didn't he hit the muzzle of a gun?
Didn't that anger surge up all of a sudden?
After the old doctor got angry, he realized that this matter had nothing to do with Zhang Yu, it was him who vented his anger.
His face turned red again, and he apologized to Zhang Yu in embarrassment.
After knowing the reason, Zhang Yu also changed from being confused at the beginning, and even a little angry because he was scolded for being innocent, to understanding.
I also learned that the old doctor had collected all the other medicinal materials, except pears.
He quickly proposed that he would provide the pears himself, and he would need one-third of the boiled autumn pear paste, and leave the rest to the old doctor.
As soon as Zhang Yu's words came out, he was now a great savior for the old doctor.
The old doctor even suggested that he only needed to keep enough of the Qiuli ointment ordered by his old friend, and the rest would belong to Zhang Yu.
At this point, Zhang Yu not only harvested three hundred bottles of Qiuli ointment, but also gained the old doctor's favor.
In the next few years, raw materials were exchanged for various useful things from the old doctor from time to time.
What I found this time was the Qiuli paste that I had put away at that time.
Zhang Yu carried the two bottles of Qiuli paste, bought two kilograms of cakes from the supply and marketing cooperative, and happily went to Uncle Wang's house.
After chatting with Aunt Wang for a while, and receiving all-round concern from Aunt Wang, Zhang Yu seemed to accidentally talk about Director Wang's cough.
After hearing what he said, Aunt Wang also sighed: "I was also worried. You said it was fine, but why did he start coughing? The cough became worse and worse. I asked him to go to the hospital for a checkup, and he still coughed.
Don’t want to go.”
"Aunt Wang, the old doctor nearby has been effective in treating coughs. Uncle Wang didn't go and take a look?" Zhang Yu pretended to mention it casually. To be honest, he still felt more reassured by letting the old doctor take a look in person.
"I've gone, let's talk! Then I asked your sister-in-law for the old doctor's address. He is indeed effective in treating coughs, that's right!"
