In the courtyard of a mansion of Haitian Pharmaceutical Company, a man with a polite appearance and handsome eyebrows is tending to several pots of chrysanthemums called rouge point snow, his every move is noble and elegant, and the whole person exudes a unique aristocratic atmosphere of the children of the family.

At this time, a man holding a sword flickering with cold light, dressed in white, with cold eyes and murderous eyes, paced into the courtyard.

It can be vaguely seen that several pots of rouge and snow in the courtyard are withering and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the polite man frowned, and he glanced at the person obliquely: "Sword Saint, the anger on your body is too heavy, this is not good, restrain the edge on your body more, a sword with a hidden edge is often more deterrent than an unsheathed sword!"

The man in white moved his lips slightly: "Zhang Gongzi is reasonable, he has been taught, Zhang Gongzi should know the micro plastic surgery shop in Liuyin Lane, Huacheng Aster Community, because of the existence of that store, Liuyin Lane has become a snack street around it, which can be said to have driven the economy of a piece, and the customers of that store line up from the mouth of the alley to the end of the alley every day, which greatly affects our business!"

The well-mannered man took out a tissue from his suit pocket and wiped his hands, he looked up at the man in white and said gently: "I have also heard of that plastic surgery shop, the owner of it not only knows plastic surgery, but also understands Chinese medicine, he is really a valuable talent!"

"What does that Zhang Gongzi mean?" the man in white flashed with a trace of doubt in his eyes.

The polite man smiled indifferently and said: "Let's go to the army and strategize, let's go and recruit the owner of the plastic surgery shop first, and salute first and then soldier!"

The man in white pursed his thin lips, "Zhang Gongzi, should we go now, or tomorrow?"

The polite man glanced at the creeper on the wall under the afterglow of the sunset, he took out a cigar and lit it and took a puff and said calmly: "Since the other party's store is so busy, I remember that this point should not be closed yet, let's go over and take a look now!"

Immediately, the polite man and the man in white walked out of the mansion, and the two got into an extended version of the Lincoln, and the man in white drove towards Liuyin Lane at a gallop.

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As we walked farther and farther away, the car stopped at the bluestone-paved willow alley where all kinds of snacks gathered.

Because the lengthened Lincoln couldn't get in, the polite man and the man in white got out of the car, and the two walked towards the pharmacy opened by Yang Huaiping.

Along the way, the polite man looked at a few thugs with cigarettes in their mouths who were maintaining order in the line of the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law, and the security guard in uniform and holding a rubber baton standing upright at the entrance of Yang Huaiping's shop, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The man in white said indifferently: "Gongzi Zhang, this plastic surgery shop is quite formal!"

The polite man took out a Lindt chocolate from his shirt pocket, he opened the package and threw it into his mouth and chewed it: "Sword Saint, this is called the fragrance of wine, and the person who opened the plastic surgery shop is probably a master of medical skills!"

While talking, the two walked into the elegant and leisurely pharmacy, and the polite man saw many big girls and little daughters-in-law in the pharmacy looking at a curtain covered by a green cloth with eager expectant eyes.

Just as the polite man was pacing towards the green gauze tent to find out, a middle-aged man with a bright eye stopped the two of them with a large bag on the top of his forehead, and he whispered: "My master is doing plastic surgery inside, if Mr. wants my master to have something, please wait a while!"

The man in white was about to forcibly step forward to take a look, but he was stopped by the polite man, and he said in a deep voice: "Sword Saint, let's wait a while, don't be impatient!"

After about a cup of tea, Yang Huaiping wrapped the cheeks of the woman who fell into a coma on the rosin bed with gauze, and he muttered to himself: "I really don't know what these women think, it's really not worth it to spend money and be stabbed for beauty!"

After speaking, Yang Huaiping wiped his hands with a brand new gauze, he took out a gold needle from the operating table and pierced it on the neck of the woman lying on the bed, and after a while, she slowly woke up.

The woman with her face wrapped in gauze blinked and looked at Yang Huaiping, her lips pursed and she said, "Mr. Yang, I want a high nose bridge and a pointed chin, you can fix it for me!"

Yang Huaiping smiled indifferently and said, "Okay, but it may not be as perfect as you imagined, this is already the limit of what I can do!"

The woman with her face wrapped in gauze stood up with her hands on the bed board, and she said indifferently: "No one is perfect, no one is perfect, as long as Mr. Yang can give me a little more beautiful, I will be satisfied!"

Yang Huaiping glanced at the woman wrapped in gauze, he lifted the cyan curtain and said to the group in line: "It's not early now, everyone go back to rest, and continue to line up tomorrow with the cards issued to you!"

After hearing Yang Huaiping's words, the eldest girl and little daughter-in-law in the queue all left the hospital in a daze.

The reason why Yang Huaiping became a plastic surgeon was because there were a few rich women who were really crooked melons and cracked dates among the people introduced to him by Brother Jian, and they couldn't bear to look at them directly, and they couldn't get their hands on breast augmentation, so he discussed with these rich women and gave them a microplastic surgery, and as a result, ugly women became beautiful, and the matter of several rich women doing plastic surgery in Yang Huaiping's shop quickly spread in their circle, and Yang Huaiping also engaged in this knife industry at the request of many customers.

Yang Huaiping took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked, and he said to a young and beautiful graduate who came to study medicine from the front medical university: "Xiaoying, how much is our turnover today!"

The young and beautiful woman looked at the account book and said, "A little more than 100,000!"

Yang Huaiping took a puff of cigarette and said: "Xiaoying, you take 5,000 yuan and give a point to the young men outside, take 200 yourself and see what you want to eat and drink, and buy whatever you want!"

The young and beautiful woman took out the fifty-two chapters of red envelopes from the counter drawer, and she playfully stuck out her tongue at Yang Huaiping, "Thank you, master!"

At this time, Sun Shigui walked to Yang Huaiping's side, and he pointed to the polite man and the man in white sitting on the wooden bench in the pharmacy and said respectfully: "Master, the two of them said they were looking for you!"

"Hmm!"

Yang Huaiping responded, and then paced towards the polite man and the man in white, he looked at the two and smiled indifferently: "It's a pleasure to have friends from afar, fortunately!"

A trace of consternation flashed in the eyes of the polite man looking at Yang Huaiping, who had long snow-white hair, and he praised: "It's really better to see than to hear, Master Yang is really a fairy wind bone, the reincarnation of a generation of medical immortals!"

Yang Huaiping changed his words and said: "I've been busy all day, and I'm in a hurry to go home and rest, if you have anything, just get straight to the point!"

The polite man smiled indifferently and said: "Yang Xianxin is straightforward, I won't go around the corner, I Zhang Wenxin would like to invite you to join our Haitian Pharmaceutical Company as an executive, with a car, a room, and a secretary, whether you can come or not!"

"Three matches, I'll think about this, you give my business card to my apprentice, let's have a meal together, that my daughter-in-law is still waiting for me to go home and pay the public grain, bye!" Yang Huaiping's figure ran out of the hospital in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

The man in white smacked his lips in dismay, "This speed!"

The polite man lit a cigar and put it in his mouth, he took a puff and asked, "What's wrong?"

The man in white couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and he sighed, "This speed is really amazing!"