Huang Liangmeng went from "a small gift, not a tribute" to "if you don't accept it, I will be at peace", and even brought out a story of Confucius and Confucius students that Yang Ming had never heard to persuade Yang Ming, and couldn't withstand the bombardment of snot and tears, Yang Ming finally accepted Huang Liangmeng's privilege card.

Seeing that Yang Ming accepted the card, Huang Liangmeng looked satisfied, and then asked slowly: "I wonder if Mr. Yang Ming's company intends to enter Kyoto?"

Yang Ming said unabashedly: "This is inevitable! My ultimate goal is the world!"

Huang Liangmeng couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "That is really the gospel of my Kyoto people, even the whole country and all mankind!"

"Speak well!" Excessive praise is killing it, and Huang Liangmeng's exaggerated praise made Yang Ming extremely disgusted.

Seeing that Yang Ming's face was a little wrong, Huang Liangmeng was not in a hurry, and explained unhurriedly: "Mr. Yang Ming doesn't know, although the Kyoto pharmaceutical market is a hundred schools of thought on the surface, and the strong dragons are flying, it is actually a dominant company. ”

"Oh, let's hear it!" Yang Ming heard Huang Liangmeng mention the matter of the Kyoto pharmaceutical market, and immediately became interested. In his plan, the first stop for the pharmaceutical factory to advance to other provinces is Kyoto, although the geographical location of Kyoto is not as good as that of several provinces along the coast, but in terms of influence, Kyoto is the second, and other provinces will never dare to say first.

Huang Liangmeng pinched his fingers and counted carefully: "In Kyoto today, there are a total of three top pharmaceutical groups, one of which is the Eight Banners Pharmaceutical Factory of the Jin family, the second is the Renyitang of the Na family, and the last one is the Wu Group. ”

"In the past few years, several companies are still fighting each other,-for-tat, and under the fierce competition, the price of drugs is quite reasonable. But who knows how the sky has changed somehow, and all the pharmaceutical factories, large and small, have raised the price of medicine by 3 to 50 percent, and the medicine from outside cannot come in, so they can only be slaughtered by others? What is this to the common people? Naked monopoly and oppression!"

"Does no one care?" Yang Ming was quite shocked, in Kyoto, the land under the feet of the Son of Heaven (although there is no Son of Heaven now, but in fact it is almost the same), someone dares to do such an angry thing.

Huang Liangmeng said helplessly: "What's the matter, how can this be managed, the price of radish and cabbage is rising, and the price of medicine should naturally rise, and the people's wages are getting higher and higher year by year, plus the state's various medical subsidies, everyone has become numb, so the result is obvious!"

Huang Liangmeng didn't say it explicitly, but Yang Ming understood that it was those people who didn't do anything, and for them, maybe tax revenue generation was more important, people's livelihood or something, as long as there were no dead people, it was not a matter. As for why and how many people died, it depends on whether the social response is great.

Huang Liangmeng saw that Yang Ming was deep in thought, and immediately proposed: "In my opinion, your reputation is now in full swing, and taking this opportunity to enter the Kyoto market will definitely be a hidden dragon out of the abyss and roar for nine days!"

Hearing Huang Liangmeng's suggestion, Yang Ming was a little moved, indeed, after he announced the prescription half a month ago, he became a well-known medical god, if after a while, everyone's attention is not on this, in the face of the Kyoto Indigenous Pharmaceutical Group, without the support of the masses, he will lose the greatest help.

Yang Ming thought about it for a while, the second branch was built at the beginning, and it was also a huge expense to put it into operation, and for now, he had not yet entered

The strength of the military Kyoto.

At this moment, Huang Liangmeng seemed to see Yang Ming's difficulty, and said with a smile: "Of course, if Mr. Yang Ming can't turn over funds, I am willing to help the old man." ”

"Thank you very much for Mr. Huang's suggestion, I'll solve the problem of funds myself!"

Huang Liangmeng used his economic acumen to put forward the best advice for Yang Ming, and Yang Ming wrote down this favor, but if Yang Ming wanted to ask for his help, Yang Ming really couldn't do it.

Seeing that Yang Ming had his own thoughts, Huang Liangmeng didn't say more, and then said his true purpose: "There is a banquet tonight, I want to invite Mr. Yang Ming and Miss Hanako to attend together. This banquet was organized by the Kyoto Chamber of Commerce, and there were many of my friends in it, and I wanted Mr. Yang Ming to get to know them, so that if Mr. Yang Ming wanted to establish himself in Kyoto in the future, it would be much easier to do things. ”

"Of course, the CEOs of the three pharmaceutical companies will also appear at the banquet, and Mr. Yang Ming knows in advance, which is also good, what do you think?"

Yang Ming nodded approvingly, and said politely: "It's good, I accept the invitation!"

……

At night, Huang Liangmeng's customized Cadilla clavana was parked downstairs in the Huangyun Hotel in the city center, Yang Ming jumped out of the car, turned to the other side and stretched out his hand to lead Huazi, who was wearing a white evening dress, out of the car.

A pair of golden boys and girls quickly attracted the eyes of celebrities, and even Huang Liangmeng, one of the four famous families in Beijing, the Huang family, was ignored, and Huang Liangmeng couldn't help but sigh with a smile: "It seems that the charm of handsome guys and beauties is really much bigger than my copper-smelling old bones!"

Regarding Huang Liangmeng's invisible pretense, Yang Ming glanced at Huang Liangmeng with disdain, and complained in his heart: Come on! Just the copper smell of your life, I don't know how many people are rushing to it, but be content!

Sure enough, as if to confirm Yang Ming's thoughts, two elegantly dressed, sexy but not presumptuous, charming but not debauched women walked over, grabbed Huang Liangmeng's arms left and right, and said, "Uncle Huang, you are here!

The two women held Huang Liangmeng's arm, but their eyes looked at Yang Ming from time to time, Yang Ming suddenly remembered a certain scene in the movie, the woman married the old man for money, and finally died and passed on to the old man's son, these two goods should not regard themselves as Huang Liangmeng's sons, right?

Of course, Hanako also noticed the woman's frivolous behavior, and immediately became a little angry, the whole person was tense, like a fried kitten, Yang Ming felt Hanako's arm holding him and trembled, smiled and patted Hanako's arm, leaned into Hanako's ear and whispered, "What's wrong?

"Hmph, it won't!" Hanako was blown soft by Yang Ming's breath, and replied angrily.

"That's right, my wife is so good, how can others compare!" Yang Ming was triumphant, Hanako rolled a cute white eye, and her nervous mood quickly relaxed.

Walking into the brightly lit venue, Yang Ming went around a lot, and one was careless, his eyes met the woman on Huang Liangmeng's left, only to see the woman's eyelids jumping non-stop, and Yang Ming said badly:

"This young lady, your left eyelid is beating so badly, maybe you will make a fortune!"

was teased by Yang Ming, the woman was not angry, but smiled implicitly, and while glancing at Yang Ming, she asked Huang Liangmeng: "Hehe, this gentleman is really humorous! Uncle Huang, shouldn't he be your son-in-law!"

I humor your uncle, can you stop looking at Lao Tzu, does Lao Tzu have flowers on his face?

The woman's eyes kept scanning Yang Ming's body, and Yang Ming felt as if a pair of hands had stretched out from those eyes and caressing his body wantonly.

"That's not it, he's my friend!" Huang Liangmeng didn't plan to introduce Yang Ming to the two girls with ulterior motives.

"I can make friends with Mr. Huang at such a young age, I am really young and promising! Meet me, my name is Wang Yiyun!" The woman generously stretched out her slender white hand.

"I don't need to know, I come in the wind, go in the rain, no matter what I do, I will always leave no name for doing good deeds, if you really need to call me, just call me Lei Feng!"

Of course, Yang Ming doesn't want to have anything to do with this woman, these so-called celebrities are just high-end chickens that have been packaged beautifully, the only role of ordinary chickens is to sell meat, and high-end chickens are different, they often wander among successful people in society, versatile, elegant in conversation, generous in manners, knowledgeable and courteous, and not selling their bodies. But in Yang Ming's opinion, the only purpose of doing this is just to sell it for a good price, otherwise why would a woman who was also a performer but not a woman in ancient times be called a skilled woman?

"Lei Feng?"

The woman realized that she had failed, the smile on her face became a little stiff, and soon returned to normal, Huang Liangmeng saw that Yang Ming was a little disgusted, so he moved his arm, the two women naturally let go of their hands, Huang Liangmeng said: "I'm going to take my friend around, you go and greet the others!"

The two women walked away with a sense of humor, Yang Ming and Huazi relaxed a lot, and then a middle-aged man walked over with a gentle smile, holding Huang Liangmeng's hand and laughing: "Huang Liangmeng, Huang Liangmeng! Look at my black and bright hair, envy or jealousy!"

Yang Ming watched the middle-aged man put his head in a position that was about to be attached to Huang Liangmeng's face, and pulled his hair for a while, completely ignoring the image and occasion.

"You really use it?" Huang Liangmeng was a little surprised, he originally just bet with Wang Shiren on whether Mingde Pharmaceutical's products were as divine as the legend, but he didn't expect Wang Shiren to really try it himself.

"Of course, the product of the god of medicine must be a product of conscience, this hair grows stronger than the weeds in the dry land, so I ask you if you slap your face?"

Huang Liangmeng glanced at Yang Ming with some embarrassment, two months ago he still had some doubts that all the news about Yang Ming was hype, but after collecting evidence from many aspects, he had already changed his opinion of Yang Ming, not to mention that he was saved by Yang Ming in the morning, and he was now convinced of Yang Ming's attainments in medical skills.

Huang Liangmeng did not answer Wang Shiren's question, but raised his hand in front of Yang Ming and said, "Wang Shiren, I will introduce you, Mr. Yang Ming, the god of medicine!"

Wang Shiren made a habitual action of touching his bald head, but remembered that he had already gotten rid of the trouble of bald head, and pulled his hair and said in surprise: "I'm a good drip! No wonder it looks so familiar!" (https:)

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