But no matter what, you have to give it a try. What if a miracle happens?
"Ahhh! Get out of my way!"
Suddenly, Manny screamed, took off her high heels and quickly climbed upstairs.
"Mr. Ren, please go first!"
"Um!"
On the eighth floor, the elevator opened and Ren Yun stepped out first.
"Fuck!"
Then Ren Yun was very surprised. He looked at Manny standing in front of him and exclaimed: "How fast are you?"
"Mr. Ren, please...please have some tea!"
Manny was panting, with beads of sweat hanging on her forehead, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea in her hand.
"Haha, people's potential is really terrifying!" Ren Yun sneered at Manny and said to He Miaojie: "Mr. He, it's better to keep your word. Let her go!"
"Yes, Mr. Ren...just an insignificant person, please come to the VIP room!"
Ren Yun nodded and followed He Miaojie towards the VIP room.
However, Manny kept her high-paying job, but her legs could no longer support her and she sat on the ground in a state of collapse.
God knows, she just ran from downstairs to upstairs and paid a huge price.
"Mr. He, we made an appointment yesterday."
In the VIP room, Han Shuo and Han Haijun were already sitting inside.
Seeing He Miaojie and Ren Yun walking in together made Han Shuo very unhappy.
He frowned and said: "Mr. He, not only your time is precious, but my time is also precious. So, please kick out the irrelevant people so that we can talk."
"This..." He Miaojie was speechless for a while, and said to Han Shuo apologetically: "Young Master Han, I'm really sorry. I have to greet Mr. Ren first. Please wait for a moment."
He Miaojie had indeed made an appointment with Han Shuo a long time ago, but there was an exception to everything. He Miaojie could not leave Ren Yun aside and discuss things with Han Shuo first.
Han Shuo's face turned cold, he frowned and said, "Mr. He, do you not take my Han family seriously? Why..."
"Just because I am Ren Yun! Is this reason enough?"
"you……"
"Han Shuo, please get out of here now!" Ren Yun stared at Han Shuo, narrowed his eyes and threatened, "If I hear you say nonsense again, I will throw you off the stairs."
"snort!"
Han Shuo gritted his teeth and groaned. The next second, he opened the door of the VIP room and walked out obediently.
It's not that Han Shuo wants to give in, it's just that he has seen Ren Yun's methods.
In front of such a madman, it's better not to provoke him.
What's more, the fifteen-man alliance all wants Ren Yun's life, how many more days can he stay around?
After Han Shuo and Han Haijun left, Ren Yun said straight to the point: "Mr. He, I would like to ask you to cook me a Manchu-Han banquet the day after tomorrow. Is it inconvenient?"
"Mr. Ren, you're welcome, of course it's no problem!" He Miaojie immediately agreed and said with a smile: "For a Manchu man, it will take at least fifteen days to prepare various ingredients.
Isn't this a coincidence? My father has always wanted to prepare a Manchu-Han banquet for you. He has been preparing the ingredients some time ago.
The ingredients are almost ready, and at noon the day after tomorrow, the 108 dishes of Damanhan will be on the table on time."
"This...how old I am, I can't bear it!"
"Mr. Ren, it has become my father's wish to sit a table for you in person. By then, including me, there will be a total of eight chefs to help cook. My father should not be too tired."
"Okay, hospitality is hard to refuse, so I won't be polite!" Ren Yun never liked ink, so he immediately said: "Mr. He, from now on, Mr. He's body will be handed over to me!
I am very willing to be your He family’s personal doctor!”
"Oh, Mr. Ren, with your words, wouldn't our He family all live a long life? Haha, haha..."
He Miaojie had personally witnessed Ren Yun's medical skills.
When he reached He Miaojie's position, he already had money and status. What he cared about most was how long his body could live.
For Ren Yun, this is just a matter of human nature. Others respect me a foot, and I respect others a foot.
For this full banquet, He Miaojie only charged one million, leaving only the cost of ingredients and labor.
Mr. He personally took charge of it, let alone one million, it was worth even ten million.
After chatting with He Miaojie for a few more words, he personally escorted Ren Yun out of the conference room.
Han Shuo and Han Haijun were sitting outside the conference room door.
When passing by Han Haijun, Ren Yun looked at his arm and stopped.
Han Haijun immediately became nervous and shouted to Ren Yun impatiently: "Boy, I basically didn't talk to you today, and I didn't offend you... You can't make things difficult for me!"
Han Haijun has always had a hot temper, but at this time he used the most arrogant tone and said the most cowardly words.
Moreover, Han Haijun was very unhappy when he saw Ren Yun. This boy slept with his two daughters. Can he be more respectful to himself?
Even if you're disrespectful, don't hit someone, right?
But Ren Yun smiled and said to Han Haijun: "Uncle Han, don't misunderstand...Does your right arm have an old disease? It feels very uncomfortable when it's windy, rainy, or cloudy?"
Your daily activities will also be affected, right?"
"Yes!" Han Haijun nodded and asked tentatively: "Yuqing, Yuze told you? When I was young, someone cut my right arm with a knife, leaving the root of the disease!"
As he spoke, Han Haijun lifted up his sleeve, revealing a scar about twenty centimeters long.
The scars on his body are Han Haijun's greatest honor, proving that he was passionate and brilliant when he was young. They are his capital to show off.
Han Haijun even thought that if his arm had not been injured, he might not be able to beat Ren Yun, a little brat.
But Ren Yun did not look at the scar on Han Haijun's arm. He took off the silver needle he carried with him and said with a smile: "Uncle, I only need to give you a needle to heal you!"
"Hmph! I think you have no good intentions. What medical skills do you know?"
"Mr. Han, Mr. Ren's medical skills are..."
"Forget it! I don't believe him! Besides, I've been to many hospitals, and those doctors couldn't heal my arm. He... Ouch, boy, what did you do?"
Han Haijun was still chattering, but Ren Yun had already put a needle in his arm.
Then Ren Yun raised the needle and said to Han Haijun with a smile: "Uncle Han, we are a family... When the family is in harmony, everything will be happy!"
Ren Yun put away the silver needle and walked towards the elevator entrance.
"My arm..."
Han Haijun could feel that his right arm seemed to have regained some strength. He looked at Han Shuo and chuckled: "Han Shuo, please bear with me for a while...test whether my arm has any strength!"
"Uncle, don't... Ouch!"
On a whim, Han Haijun waved his right arm and punched Han Shuo in the stomach.
After going downstairs and returning to the car, Ren Yun called Shuang'er and asked, "Shuang'er, are Zhaodi's birthday gift ready?"