The gangsters rushed up in response, overturned medicine cabinets, kicked down tables and chairs, and the scene was a mess.
The apprentices went to stop them, but were knocked to the ground by the gangsters.
Mr. Zhong’s eyes are red.
This [Shou Zhengtang] is a lifetime effort.
I don’t care much.
It fits directly and blocks it.
He would rather die than have his hard work wasted by these people.
Mr. Zhong’s trick is somewhat effective.
Seeing Mr. Zhong's old appearance, the gangsters were afraid that someone might die, so they stopped destroying him.
"Waste."
The gangster leader cursed lightly.
He grabbed an iron rod with his hand, patted it gently in his palm, and walked up with a grin.
"Old man, repaying debts is a matter of course. Don't blame me for this."
He raised the iron rod high, ready to strike.
These people are all the horse boys who watch the action in the casino.
Usually when I feel unhappy, I just chop off a finger, or remove an arm, etc. It doesn’t matter what I do.
If this stick is implemented, Mr. Zhong, the custodian, will return to the west immediately.
Seeing that things were developing in an irreversible direction, Cao Weidong finally couldn't sit still.
"Stop!"
The situation was urgent, so he grabbed the soy sauce pot held by a kid who was making soy sauce next to him, raised his hand and threw it over.
The soy sauce pot drew a wonderful parabola and hit the target accurately.
The red soy sauce immediately splashed all over the gangster’s head and face.
Thick and salty.
The feeling of touch is hard to describe.
See him in such a mess.
The melon-eaters who were watching suddenly burst into laughter.
The gangster leader said angrily.
"Whoever threw it just now, please stand up for me."
Cao Weidong squeezed out from the crowd and said slowly.
"I threw it..."
The gangster leader threatened.
"Boy, who are you? Just come and take a dip in this muddy water. I think you are looking for death."
Cao Weidong shook his head.
"This dear fellow with triangular eyes, you are too angry. As the saying goes, you have to be merciful and merciful. You see, this person is already a long time ago, so why do you have to do everything right?"
"If you follow what I said, you might as well kowtow to Mr. Zhong a few times and get out of here, and the matter will be over."
Cao Weidong's yin and yang arguments made the gangster leader so angry that his face turned dark instantly.
"Boy, you really don't want to live anymore, I'll fucking make it happen."
He took the iron rod and smashed it towards Cao Weidong with his head covered and his face covered.
Cao Weidong sighed.
"Why bother?"
He flew up and kicked the gangster leader out.
The gangster leader felt as if he had been hit head-on by a truck. He flew into the air and then fell heavily to the ground. His eyes popped out suddenly and his body was bent into a shrimp shape.
His mouth opened wide and he kept making hoho sounds, but he couldn't say a word.
It hurts!
It hurts too much.
He felt like all the bones in his body were about to break.
Cao Weidong shook his head.
Humans are so fragile.
The kick just now would have broken at least a few bones of this man.
Cao Weidong was very annoyed by these gangsters who bullied the weak and feared the strong. He originally planned to go over to make up for it, but he thought that he was here to acquire "Shou Zhengtang" and it was not appropriate to make the matter a big deal, so he stood still and did not move.
But this sudden change shocked the gangsters nearby.
They felt their eyes blurred as their eldest brother flew out inexplicably. They were stunned for several seconds before they realized and hurriedly surrounded him.
"Brother, brother, how are you?"
These people are talking all over the place.
Some of them had a bad temper and planned to help the eldest brother up at that time.
Mr. Zhong next to him saw it clearly and quickly stopped him.
"He was beaten and dislocated, and maybe a few of his ribs were broken. If you don't want your brother to have sequelae, it's best to take him to a doctor now."
These people just don’t believe it.
"Old man, you're not tricking us, are you?"
Mr. Zhong blew his beard and stared angrily, and simply stopped talking.
It’s really kind-hearted to treat the liver and lungs of a donkey.
These gangsters hesitated.
They looked at Cao Weidong.
I think this guy is a bit aggressive and I don’t dare to provoke him.
He looked at his elder brother again.
Hmm... His face is pale, and he looks like he may die at any time.
When these people put it all together, they decided to send the eldest brother for treatment first, and then come back to find the place later.
Anyway, if a monk can run away, he can't run away from the temple.
So these people worked together to lift the person up, turned around and walked outside.
Lin Ming, the culprit, climbed up from the ground, smiled coquettishly, followed these people with his tail between his legs and left.
.......
Over there, everyone present looked at Cao Weidong.
Mr. Zhong held his cane and said to Cao Weidong in a friendly manner.
"Young man, thank you very much just now. If you hadn't taken action, I would have been in trouble."
Cao Weidong nodded and asked.
"Mr. Zhong, what are you going to do next? I'm afraid these people won't give up."
Mr. Zhong's expression turned gloomy.
"I don't know... I'm old, so it doesn't matter. I don't know if my medical clinic can still open."
There was sadness in his tone.
The apprentices nearby were affected by the emotion and walked behind Mr. Zhong.
Cao Weidong glanced at these people, and finally looked at Mr. Zhong.
"Mr. Zhong, if you can't open the medical clinic, don't force it. Why don't you come to my place and follow me to work in a pharmaceutical factory to produce health care products."
"Young man, who are you?"
Mr. Zhong asked doubtfully.
Cao Weidong chuckled.
"My name is Cao Weidong. I have written several books before and occasionally made movies. Now that I have more money, I plan to do some industrial work."
"Oh..."
After hearing his remarks, Mr. Zhong was noncommittal.
"Mr. Cao, thank you for your kindness, but opening a pharmaceutical factory is not a simple matter, and the medicine is three-thirds poisonous. It is not something you should eat randomly. If you eat it wrongly, it can kill people."
At this moment, the apprentices behind Mr. Zhong finally recognized Cao Weidong and looked at him in surprise.
"Are you...Cao Weidong, Mr. Cao?"
They pulled Mr. Zhong and whispered in his ear.
"Master, this is Mr. Cao, the boss of Shaw Brothers and Golden Harvest. The Kun Opera program on [Lite] Channel that you usually like to watch is also from that company."
Facing the curious and awed eyes of everyone, Cao Weidong nodded calmly.
Mr. Zhong learned about Cao Weidong's identity and background through the mouths of his disciples.
He hesitated for a moment.
Cao Weidong took the opportunity to say.
"Mr. Zhong, you are getting older, and with these gangsters causing trouble, I believe the medical clinic will not be able to continue opening. By then, won't all your medical skills be wasted?"
"Let's take a step back and ask, how will you arrange these disciples a hundred years from now?"
For Mr. Zhong, these apprentices have been with him for more than ten years and are almost half of his sons.
Both emotionally and logically, these apprentices must be settled well.
Cao Weidong said with a smile.
"So why not start a pharmaceutical factory with me? Let's promote traditional Chinese medicine and help more people."
"And don't worry, I won't treat you badly in terms of remuneration."
Mr. Zhong thought about it again and again, and finally made up his mind and said: