Lin Pingfan only felt his scalp numb, and he was extremely frightened when he thought about it.
The whole person was shrouded in a huge conspiracy.
Walking out of the teaching building, the bell rang for the end of get out of class.
There was still no noise inside and outside the corridor, but instead there was the sound of neat footsteps.
All the students walked in unison from the building to the playground.
They were also playing, but they were not laughing and joking, as if they were emotionless machines.
When the school bell rang again, they lined up neatly on the playground and walked into the teaching building in unison under the leadership of the monitor.
It looks orderly, but it is actually well-trained.
Lin Pingfan took a deep breath and calmed down.
He already knew about this so-called elite school.
"Let's go and see your principal."
Later, under the leadership of Kurokawa, Lin Pingfan went to the principal's office on the top floor of the office building.
Entering the office, both the decoration and decoration inside are all decorated in a retro Japanese style. There is also a Sunny Day doll's wind chime by the window, which is blown by the wind.
The gramophone nearby also plays the tunes commonly used by dancers in R country. Compared with the strict campus outside, this place is a bit different.
The floor was covered with tatami mats, and a long table was placed against the wall. A middle-aged man knelt down at the table, and a dancer with pale makeup poured him tea next to him.
On the wall behind the man, a national flag of Country R was hung. Next to it was a knife rack with three old samurai swords on it.
This man is the principal of this school, Qidao.
He was wearing a loose kimono, with a bloated body, a Mediterranean head on his head, and a fingernail-sized beard growing under his nose.
Typical little devil shape.
"Hello Mr. Lin, please sit down."
When Qidao saw Lin Pingfan walking in, the corners of his mouth split into a smile.
His voice is different from others, Yan Xia's speech is a bit lame and not fluent.
Lin Pingfan walked to the long table and sat down cross-legged without speaking first.
His eyes were on the long table, with a Go board placed on it.
Lin Pingfan knew a little about Go. Through the interweaving of black and white stones on the chessboard, he felt that the black stones were at a disadvantage and were surrounded by white stones.
As long as Heizi makes one wrong move, the whole game will be lost.
And the seat he was sitting on belonged to Heizi.
"I have long heard that Mr. Lin is making a big splash in Haizhou. I have always wanted to find an opportunity to visit, but I am in poor health and cannot congratulate him in person. I ask for your forgiveness, Mr. Lin."
Qidao said a very polite opening statement.
At the same time, the dancer also handed a cup of tea to Lin Pingfan and then left, leaving only Lin Pingfan and Qidao in the entire office.
"No need, Kurokawa said you have something to do with me, so let's get straight to the point."
Lin Pingfan stared at the tea, and the corners of his mouth that were originally slightly raised gradually dropped.
"Haha, I didn't expect Mr. Lin to be such a cheerful person!"
"Actually, I have nothing else to do with Mr. Lin. I mainly play chess and do other things as a supplement."
"Go originated from the hot summer. I think as a person from the hot summer, my chess skills must be very superb."
Qidao said with a smile and made a "please" gesture towards the chessboard.
Lin Pingfan didn't move. Although he knew some Go, he was not proficient in it.
I can see Heizi's disadvantage, but I can't see how to break the situation.
He first picked up the tea cup, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and asked, "The tea is good, but I can't drink it."
"But I really want to know who gave you this tea."
Qidao smiled, as if he was very happy when the tea was praised.
"This tea is picked from my private tea garden and dried through a special process. It leaves a fragrant aroma in the mouth."
"If Mr. Lin likes it, I can give you some as a gift when you leave."
Lin Pingfan shook his head, poured the tea in the cup directly on the ground, and said coldly: "I haven't lived enough, so I don't want your tea."
When he said this, Qidao's facial muscles visibly stiffened, but quickly returned to normal.
"Haha, Mr. Lin, are you kidding me?"
"It's just tea, why is it related to life and death?"
Lin Pingfan sneered and put the tea cup back on the table. At the same time, he took the tea cup in front of Qidao and sniffed it under the tip of his nose.
"The tea you and I drink are different. If you drink your tea, it will nourish your body, but if you drink my tea, it will kill you."
With that said, he put the tea cup back in his hand, looked at Qidao, and continued: "If my guess is correct, your private tea should be called Tongxuan Tea House!?"
When asked this question, Qidao was obviously stunned for a moment. It was obvious that Lin Pingfan was right.
But after all, it was a private tea garden, and he was a little surprised that an outsider knew about it.
He concealed his expression with a smile and said, "It seems that nothing can be hidden from Mr. Lin in Haizhou."
"Yes, my private tea garden is called Tongxuan Tea House."
"So, you gave this tea to Lord Buddha." Suddenly, Lin Pingfan spoke!
As soon as these words were spoken, Qidao's body trembled and the smile on his face disappeared.
Lin Pingfan's face had darkened. When the fragrance of tea hit his face, he could already smell something strange in it!
It tastes exactly like the poisonous tea drunk by the Lin family, later the Zhao family, and the Lu family in the provincial capital.
"In other words, you admitted that the poisonous tea sent out by Lord Buddha was all picked from your private estate."
"At first I was still curious as to why the color, taste, etc. of the tea itself did not change after the good tea was poisoned so highly."
"Now it seems that the poison was used as fertilizer to nourish the tea leaves during planting."
Lin Pingfan seemed to be talking to himself, but it made Qidao's face extremely gloomy.
Such a secret thing was discovered by a small businessman!
He suppressed the murderous intention in his heart and forced himself to sit opposite Lin Pingfan.
After a long time, he calmed down and said calmly: "This time I came to Mr. Lin to discuss a cooperation."
"A big money-making project."
He directly avoided the topic, neither admitting nor denying it.
This behavior is truly arrogant.
If it were to be exposed by others, something so ugly would have to be covered up with other things, but Qidao didn't do that.
Jump to topic as if by default.
Lin Pingfan narrowed his eyes, stared at Qidao, and said in an unusually calm tone: "Tell me what kind of cooperation it is."
Seeing that Lin Pingfan was not angry about this, Qidao couldn't help but relax, and then said: "Yamato Pharmaceutical of country r wants to invest in the traditional Chinese medicine project."
"Oh!?" Lin Pingfan raised his eyebrows slightly and exclaimed: "As far as I know, Yamato Pharmaceutical has always produced Western medicine. Why is it suddenly interested in Chinese medicine!?"
Qidao picked up a white chess piece and dropped it somewhere on the chessboard.
Heizi was originally in a situation where he was surrounded by enemies on all sides, but because of one of his moves, he had a chance to make a comeback.
It is as if cooperation in traditional Chinese medicine projects can only come to life if it cooperates with Daiwa Pharmaceutical.
Qidao raised his head, looked at Lin Pingfan, and said with an intriguing smile: "Because in recent years, Yamato Pharmaceutical has collected enough Chinese medicine prescriptions to crush any Chinese medicine industry in Yanxia."