At this time, before Song Fuli could even react, he couldn't help but open his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood.
He looked at Shen Handong with extremely horrified eyes, his face full of regret and disbelief.
Then, he fell weakly in front of Aaron's grave.
"Sun Hao, if you dare to attack my brother, I will kill you."
"Just wait for me, and I will torture you so that you can't live but die."
"Start with the people or things you value most and slowly kill you..."
After a trip to the pharmaceutical factory and plantation and a long walk up and down Baiyun Mountain, Sun Hao returned home.
It was almost dusk when I got home.
Su Qiaoer, who got off work relatively early, had prepared a large table of extremely sumptuous and delicious dishes before Sun Hao rushed home.
"I see you've been quite busy lately."
"How is it? The performance of the pharmaceutical factory is not bad, right?"
While eating, Su Qiaoer asked immediately.
"It's really good, but..."
Sun Hao hesitated a little when he heard this.
Should I tell Su Qiaoer that the patent rights for Baogan Yiqi Pills have been sold?
"But what?"
Su Qiaoer asked while continuing to eat.
"I have sold the patent rights of Baogan Yiqi Pills."
When Sun Hao heard this, he opened his mouth and said.
After all, Su Qiaoer borrowed one million from Sun Hao when he opened the pharmaceutical factory. Such a thing should not be hidden from Su Qiaoer. Furthermore, hiding Su Qiaoer's behavior is actually quite excessive.
"What?"
Su Qiaoer suddenly became extremely surprised when she heard these words. She asked: "The Baogan Yiqi Pills are selling so well, why do you want to sell the patent rights for them?"
"Our pharmaceutical factory is really too small. If we really want to start it, I'm afraid there will be a lot of things to do. In addition, in the future, we will have to face malicious competition from many peers. By that time, I'm afraid we will really have to change. I have become a very busy man."
When Sun Hao heard this, he showed a gentle smile on his face and said, "How could I ignore the person I love most just for money?"
Su Qiaoer's little face turned slightly red when she heard these words, and a sweet smile appeared on her face at this time.
"What's more, selling Gangan Yiqi Pills doesn't mean I won't continue to start a business."
Sun Hao smiled when he heard this and directly added, "If I am left empty-handed like this, I guess I won't be able to support my wife and my future children."
Su Qiaoer had a shy expression on her face.
The joy is beyond words.
In the warm conversation between the two people, the dinner ended quickly.
After tidying up everything, Sun Hao sat in the living room and watched TV with Su Qiaoer.
"What do you want to see?"
Putting his arms around Su Qiaoer who was leaning on his shoulder, Sun Hao asked in a soft tone.
"There seems to be nothing else to watch except the news at this time."
Su Qiaoer pouted and said.
"It seems so."
When Sun Hao heard this, he couldn't help laughing.
"News broadcast now."
"Today, an unidentified man appeared in Longmen City, Bohai Province, my country. This man repeatedly hit himself on the head with bricks in public. The result of the urban management duty was a tragedy."
Just then a news report appeared on TV.
"Why is it the urban management again?"
When Su Qiaoer heard this, she immediately sat up straight. She curled her lips and said in a rather dissatisfied tone: "Is it possible that this is another beating?"
"We will know what happened after reading the news."
When Sun Hao heard this, he couldn't help but sigh.
There have been quite a few incidents of urban management beating people recently, and the word "urban management" appears in the news almost every day.
When encountering such a situation, Sun Hao could only sigh softly.
There was really nothing he could do about something like this.
"Today's broadcast."
"This morning, a middle-aged man appeared in a square in the center of Longmen City, Bohai Sea, banging his head against a brick. He claimed that he would smash a brick on the spot for only ten yuan. Why did he let this middle-aged man do this?
What if something like this happened?"
"Let's get closer and understand the situation."
The anchor gave a brief introduction, and then the news screen came out.
On the playback screen, a middle-aged migrant worker, who was probably only in his forties, was standing in the square pushing a cart of bricks using a cart specially used to transport mortar and other building materials on the construction site.
There is actually a piece of cardboard hanging in front of the cart.
There is also a line of words written in red pen on this piece of cardboard: My child has a brain tumor and is about to die now. I once again ask all kind-hearted people to save my child. For every ten yuan donated, I will perform a brick smash on the head.
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There was also a small box placed next to the cardboard, and there was a lot of money in this box.
The middle-aged man was standing behind the box at this moment, with several broken bricks under his feet.
The camera turned to the middle-aged man, and he saw a slight bump on his forehead. At this time, his skin even became bruised.
Around the middle-aged man, several urban management officials were surrounding the cart at this moment.
"If you need to raise funds, you can go to other places to raise funds. This place is the landmark of our Longmen. It is absolutely impossible for you to do such a thing here."
"Hurry up, hurry up and stop making trouble here."
Several urban management officers quickly came up and directly took the middle-aged man's hand, trying to drag the middle-aged man aside.
"I beg you to let me stay here just one day."
The middle-aged man was particularly reluctant to break away from the urban management, so he begged hard.
"Are you someone who can't understand words?"
A city manager heard this and asked in a rather unhappy tone.
"I beg you, I really beg you..."
The middle-aged man had a look of misery on his face and was about to fall to his knees on the ground.
"Push the car away for me."
The urban management officer waved his hand, and then, regardless of how the middle-aged man struggled, he ordered the cart filled with bricks and cardboard boxes to be retreated away.
"The child has a brain tumor and the father is performing a show of smashing bricks with his head. What is this fact?"
The anchor opened his mouth and said this, and then the TV screen turned to the middle-aged man's face.
"Excuse me, why do you want to use this extreme method?"
A reporter came to the middle-aged man and asked him.
"I have no choice but to do this."
The middle-aged man had a grimace on his face, and his whole body was tanned black by the sun. Tears streamed down his face, which looked so resolute. "My son has been diagnosed with a brain tumor. In addition to using this extreme method,