Zheng Daya walked out of the side door with a dirty face, and as soon as the driver waiting outside saw Zheng Daya, he immediately greeted him: "Zheng Tou'er, why did you come out so quickly?

"Don't mention Zhou Cheng to me, Zhou Cheng is dead! They are all dead!" Zheng Daya gasped and shouted angrily.

The driver was puzzled, but he could see that Zheng Daya was very angry, so he asked in a low voice, "Then shall we go back to the courtyard directly?"

"Wait, Xiao Liu, do you have a brother who is mixed up on the road?" Zheng Daya squinted at the driver Xiao Liu, and a few big words for you to do something have already been written on his face.

"What's the matter? Zheng Tou'er, did Zhao Haikuo's turtle grandson make you angry?" Xiao Liu saw that he had the opportunity to perform himself, and immediately came to his senses, flatteringly approached Zheng Daya, took out the good cigarette that he had been reluctant to smoke for half a month in his pocket, and handed it to Zheng Daya with both hands.

"Phew! As for Zhao Haikuo's turtle grandson, if he dares to blatantly go against me, let him dismount in minutes, even his Lao Tzu is no exception!" Zheng Daya unceremoniously took the cigarette and took out one.

"That's that, Zhao Haikuo doesn't have this ability. However, which non-eyed dog has offended you?" Xiao Liu hurriedly took out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Zheng Daya.

"Ask your brother to check for me, who Zhao Haikuo's second brother is. When you find out, you can bring him directly to me. ”

"Okay, I'll send you back first. Xiao Liu smiled and nodded with a hunched waist, like a shopkeeper in a costume TV.

……

"Doctor Yang, I have heard of your name for a long time, and I originally wanted to come to Jingjiang to visit you, but I was delayed because of work, and I am finally fortunate to meet you today!" Zhou Cheng seems to be arrogant, but in fact he is humble and arrogant, but he is just pretending to be a profound gesture in front of outsiders.

Zhou Cheng, who was holding his head high and saying that no one admired him except Yang Ming a moment ago, already wanted to be a fan brother who was addicted to a cult of personality and couldn't extricate himself, Yang Ming pushed Zhou Cheng's hands away, and said embarrassedly: "How can He De be appreciated by Dr. Zhou?"

"Do you recognize me?" Zhou Cheng looked at Yang Ming in surprise.

"Hehe, when I was in school, I read a partial medical book published by the Ancient Books of Traditional Chinese Medicine Publishing House, which is about the research and treatment of leukemia, the author Zhou Cheng, it should be Mr. Zhou, right?" Yang Ming smiled faintly, he once saw in the team photo of a military medical school in the book, there was Zhou Cheng, although the memory is not deep, but the seven or eight clues are pieced together, and it is naturally eight or nine to ten.

"Yes, yes, that's what I did. I didn't expect you to really read Dr. Yang, but it's a pity that I just wrote that book so-so, and it was a pity that I gave up the research on this topic due to lack of funds!"

Yang Ming couldn't understand it, and said: "I think Dr. Zhou's book is very well written, whether it is the cognition of leukemia, or the pharmacological research on traditional Chinese medicine, as well as the right medicine, it is comprehensive, but unfortunately it is like a book divided into two volumes, I did not find the next volume in the school library, as well as on the Internet, it is really disappointing, I didn't expect this research to die halfway." But why is your research underfunded when you're doing such a good job?"

Zhou Cheng looked at Yang Ming, shook his head with a wry smile, and didn't say a word, Yang Ming immediately understood, if it wasn't for someone above who deliberately suppressed it, or someone sought personal gain from it and occupied the funds.

Yang Ming thought for a moment and asked, "Brother Zhou, you are resigning now, what are you going to do?"

Zhou Cheng glanced at several other forensic doctors, and said with a long sigh of relief: "Actually, the plan to resign has been there for a long time, and we have already discussed it, and we can open a small clinic together, on the one hand, we can make a living, and on the other hand, we can use the extra money to do something meaningful." ”

"We are absolutely unwilling to waste the best time of our lives on a group of wine bags and rice bags!" Zhou Cheng stretched out his index finger and showed his determination word by word.

When Yang Ming heard Zhou Cheng's future plan, he felt inexplicably relieved, and asked with a smile: "Is it meaningful to continue your research?"

"Maybe so, I want to too! It's just that people have to recognize the reality, even if they spend all their money on so-called research, it's just a drop in the bucket! What's more, I'm so young, I haven't bought a car or a house, I have a wife and children, I ......" Zhou Cheng couldn't speak anymore halfway through his words, his eyes were full of tears, and he was silent, and the few forensic doctors behind him were deeply touched, and they were all tears flashing, patting Zhou Cheng's shoulder and comforting him warmly, until several people hugged him and cried.

Seeing a group of people crying silently and comforting each other, Yang Ming was also deeply moved: it was not that they had to give up the dream they had worked hard for, but that reality forced them to give up their dreams.

"I want to hire you to join my Mingde Pharmaceutical Research Institute, or join Mingde Hospital, with abundant funds and good salaries, I don't know if you are willing?" Yang Ming smiled and stretched out his hand to Zhou Cheng.

However, everyone was silent in helpless pain, and no one paid attention to Yang Ming at all, Yang Ming withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and coughed lightly: "Ahem! I said, I want to set up a research institute dedicated to medical research, which can provide you with absolutely satisfactory salaries and research funds, I don't know if you are willing to join? Of course, if you don't want to, you can also work in the hospital I opened, what do you think?"

"What, Doctor Yang, you said you want to open a research institute and a hospital?" The little fan girl before looked at Yang Ming in disbelief, which made Yang Ming feel that this young lady might think he was crazy.

"Yes, the hospital is ready to be built, and as for the institute, I will ask them to choose a piece of land in front of the hospital and build a building. Yang Ming replied with a smile.

"There is nothing wrong with the hospital and the building, but do you know how much it costs to use the special equipment for our research? Not to mention the continuous large consumption in the future. Zhou Cheng was also a little unconvinced.

"Hehe, money shouldn't be a problem!" Yang Ming scratched his head, thinking that he still had more than four million points in his hand, if he made all the strong muscles and bones and Hengchun Dan, he didn't know how much he could earn, and the pharmaceutical factory had already begun to make a profit, and when the branch factory was completed and more than a dozen health care drugs were put into production, there would be no need to worry about money at all.

"No, it turns out that Dr. Yang, you are really a rich second generation, I have been seeing on the Internet that I heard you spend money to buy headlines, it turns out to be true!" The young lady did not shy away from joking with Yang Ming, Zhou Cheng glanced back at her, she immediately stuck out her tongue, shrunk her neck and stopped talking.

"Yang Ming, we accepted your invitation!"

Zhou Cheng also stretched out his hand, and the two hands were strongly clasped together, becoming the testimony of the most famous medical research institute in the future of the Celestial Empire.

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Bidding farewell to Zhao Haikuo, Yang Ming directly took a group of people to Mingde Pharmaceutical Factory, but the way of "bringing" was a little shabby, a group of people stood in the crowded subway and swayed with the crowd, Zhou Cheng once thought that Yang Ming was the leader of a certain pyramid scheme organization, and was taking them on a road of no return, but fortunately, there were many of them, and it didn't hurt to go with Yang Ming.

"It's here!"

Although the door of the hanging "Mingde Pharmaceutical Factory" with several bronzing characters looks very magnificent, Zhou Cheng still looks down on Yang Ming a little, after getting off the subway, he arrived one by one, but he walked out of two or three miles, plus the road he walked before, he was so tired that he was going to die of a dog, not only him, but several other partners were panting against the wall and sweating. On the other hand, Yang Ming, like a nobody, patted the dust on his shoes, and then ran around to pick up the garbage at the entrance of the pharmaceutical factory and throw it into the trash can.

"You're too weak! It's only been a few steps, and you're tired like this, so young people have to exercise more, and like me, you're full of passion for life. Yang Ming was pressing his legs and pulling his waist to do warm-up exercises, and at the same time he was steadily counting a few weak chickens.

"Your sister, standing on the subway for half an hour without talking, walking no less than five miles, do you think everyone is a monster like you? are you still young? talk about how old you are, as if you are the youngest here!" I don't know why, Zhou Cheng always inexplicably wants to punch that delicate and handsome face, and always feels that such a face with a pair of panda eyes can make people applaud, coupled with Yang Ming's cheap character, it is simply seamless.

"Okay, don't talk nonsense, take us in for a visit!" Zhou Cheng gasped, he didn't want to hear his new boss beep again.

Looking at the orderly transportation of drugs in and out of the warehouse, and the working attitude of the workers on the assembly line, Zhou Cheng praised again and again: "Very good, every worker is well-trained, not only skillful, but also meticulous in work attitude, your pharmaceutical factory should have been open for some years!"

There was a long queue of customers waiting to sign orders outside the office building, many of whom spoke with an incomprehensible foreign accent, and they did not know how famous Mingde Pharmaceutical Factory was and attracted so many out-of-town customers. Coupled with the refreshing workers on the assembly line, Zhou Cheng thinks that Yang Ming's pharmaceutical factory may have been open for several years, and it may even be that Yang Ming's father built a pharmaceutical factory, just let Yang Ming manage it, which is not difficult to explain why Yang Ming has so much money to open research institutes and hospitals.

"It won't be long, less than a month!"

"Poof!" Hearing Yang Mingfeng's indifferent answer, Zhou Chenggang sprayed the tea in his mouth.

"No, are you bluffing me? Is this factory really run by yourself?" Zhou Cheng said in disbelief.

"Of course, come with me to the office!"

Yang Ming smiled proudly, what he wanted was this effect, no one wants to commit to an organization with no future, and leadership is the standard for evaluating whether an organization has a future, if you don't show some strength, you really can't convince the pride of these days.