Naturally, he did not join Amway's sales industry, but the two exchanged contact information and talked on the phone from time to time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Sister Yun occasionally mentioned letting him join, but he rejected them mercilessly.

And this middle-aged woman, who is bent on making a fortune, finally realized one day a way that medicine and health care products can be compatible.

paid to rent a 40-square-meter store and opened a TCM massage clinic.

The specifications are all the same, and there are all kinds of acupuncture and massage equipment needed.

It's just that the closets on both walls are a bit of an eyesore for Amway health medicines.

Sister Yun asked Zheng Yichen to come over for a consultation, and promised that as long as the consultation money from his treatment was all owned by Zheng Yichen personally, and there was no need for him to persuade patients to buy health care products.

Zheng Yichen saw that Sister Yun had done her part, and he was embarrassed to refuse her again, not to mention that he really needed a platform to practice, and the two began to cooperate.

Because Zheng Yichen does have a certain level, he has solved the pain of many residents near the community, and he also has some fame, and even the turnover of selling health care products with Sister Yun has also risen, which can be described as a great joy.

Later, Zheng Yichen wanted to go to the central hospital for further study, and he could only go to the clinic on Sundays, and the patients who accumulated a week had to be seen in one day, which was often more tiring than working in the hospital on weekdays, but Zheng Yichen was happy and did not feel bitter.

The next morning, while he was basking in the sun and waiting for the bus to arrive, a phone call forced him to interrupt the day's trip.

The caller ID is an unfamiliar number, and the speaker's tone is dignified and humble, sounding like a character who is used to giving orders on weekdays, and after speaking some scenes at the beginning, he directly told him a news: Yuan Zhenqiang had passed away at half past three in the morning last night.

At first, he still felt ignorant, thinking that this person's death had something to do with him, until the man answered: "You seem to usually call him Uncle Qiang." ”

Yuan Zhenqiang is Uncle Qiang!

It's the uncle Qiang who talked and laughed with him yesterday and swallowed the clouds!

Uncle Qiang is dead!

Zheng Yichen's head exploded suddenly, and when he heard the man report the name of a funeral home, he immediately hung up the phone and rushed to the street to stop a taxi.

The driver is also crisp enough, and there are not many vehicles on the street, driving the accelerator, drifting left and right, and constantly overtaking.

However, his speed was too fast, and he was caught by the traffic police with poisonous eyes, and was forced to stop on the side of the road to accept criticism, and the driver's eldest brother rolled down the window and put on a smiling face: "Comrade traffic police, am I driving too fast?" ”

The traffic policeman, who had already taken out a pen and paper record, said with a serious face: "It's not that you're driving too fast, you're flying too low." ”

Zheng Yichen was not in the mood to appreciate this rotten conversation between the traffic police and the driver, looked at the price of the meter, threw twenty yuan to the driver, and quickly stopped another taxi after getting out of the car and drove away.

When he came to the solemn funeral home, he asked in the consultation room that the place where Uncle Qiang's body was placed was Hall 3, and went straight over.

When he walked through the bustling aisle, he was anxious, and he didn't see clearly the few middle-aged people in decent clothes pacing back and forth outside Hall 3.

If he saw it, he would be amazed that these people were all political leaders in the spotlight of the city, and their anxious appearance at this time was obviously very different from the appearance of talking and laughing in front of the camera in the past.

After hearing Zheng Yichen's name, the two people guarding outside the hall opened the door and let him in, ignoring the thunderous faces of the bigwigs who had been waiting outside the hall for a long time.

After the big shots got angry, they also imagined in their hearts that this childish young man was not the son of a high-ranking person in the central government, or the illegitimate son of the former Great Demon King who was guarding filial piety in the hall.

No matter what kind of identity it is, it is definitely not something that these officials who can only call for wind and rain in the provincial capital can offend, the gentleman inside is the real master!

The empty mourning hall has a kind of depression that is difficult to describe in words, and Zheng Yichen saw the black and white photo surrounded by snow-white wreaths at a glance.

The old man in the photo still looks grim, as if he is mocking all kinds of joys and sorrows in this world.

Zheng Yichen walked with difficulty, and slowly walked forward, his heart ached, but he surprisingly did not have the urge to cry, maybe he was used to seeing life and death in the hospital, and he had already had a certain resistance.

Moreover, he also had a strange thought in his heart: this stinky old man, although he is dead, he is afraid that if I cry, I will be ridiculed by him in the underworld, and I can't give him this chance.

He didn't squint, walked to the front of the stage, someone had already handed over three lit incense, Zheng Yichen bowed three times, the incense was inserted into the incense burner upright, looked at Uncle Qiang's stinky face, and said softly: "Uncle, no one will give me cigarettes in the future, it's really lonely to think about it." ”

At this time, someone next to him shouted loudly, reminding him that it was time for the "family to answer the gift".

Only then did he wake up from a dream and noticed the middle-aged man on the left who was wearing linen and filial piety, burning paper money.

The middle-aged man's facial features resembled Uncle Qiang, but his body naturally exuded a domineering momentum, Zheng Yichen just glanced at him, and felt like he had been stabbed by a needle, and bowed to the middle-aged man in a little panic.

The middle-aged man returned the salute, then stood up and began to take off the white cloth on his linen forehead, revealing a well-cut Armani suit.

After patting the ash on his clothes, he shook hands with Zheng Yichen, and gently spit out a sentence in his mouth: "Hello, when we meet for the first time, my name is Yuan Kunpeng." Thank you for coming to worship my father. ”

Listening to the tone of voice was the person who was talking to him on the phone, this person was really Uncle Qiang's son, after Zheng Yichen said his name, he looked at the Mai filial piety clothes scattered all over the place with puzzled eyes.

Yuan Kunpeng smiled faintly: "You are the only one who came here to worship my father, since you are here, I have also replied, so naturally there is no need to kneel down again." ”

Zheng Yichen glanced around, except for the staff of the funeral home, he was indeed the only one left to mourn in the empty hall.

"I'll take you to see him one last time." Under the leadership of Yuan Kunpeng, Zheng Yichen walked into the room where the body was stored.

The cold air on his face made him shudder.

The room was brightly lit, and a coffin was placed in the center.

Uncle Qiang was lying in it with a peaceful face, Zheng Yichen looked at him, and imagined in his heart that this old man would jump out of the coffin in the next moment and curse as usual.

"My father hasn't seen me for more than ten years, and I don't know where he went, who knew that yesterday he suddenly called me and asked me to come and collect his body, you don't have to doubt that he has the ability to know when he died. He asked me to see you before he died, and I was really curious to see what a man who could make my father admire look like. ”

He looked Zheng Yichen up and down with interest, and smiled faintly: "To be honest, even if you have three heads and six arms, I won't be surprised, but you ......."

Zheng Yichen saw him stop talking, and couldn't help but answer for him: "But I'm just an ordinary hairy boy, I can't see any domineering spirit, full of ** silk, I really don't know what your father admires about me, right?" If you have something to say, just say it directly, it's so unpleasant, I now start to wonder if you are the seed sown by Uncle Qiang's old man. ”

Yuan Kunpeng was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "I now know why he admires you." ”

The two walked out of the room and found a seat in front of the mourning hall to sit opposite each other.

Yuan Kunpeng handed Zheng Yichen a cigarette and lit it for him with a zippo lighter.

For smokers and drinkers, the moment of smoking and drinking is always a time when there are many topics.

Yuan Kunpeng asked about Yuan Zhenqiang's life in the past two years, and Zheng Yichen also opened the conversation box and chatted with him.

The most talked about is naturally the unbelievable supernatural past that Uncle Qiang bragged about with him on weekdays.

It is also strange to say that these deeds that Uncle Qiang seriously despised when he recounted them were naturally recalled in his mind very clearly at this moment.

is obviously some stories that are absurd to the extreme, which makes people laugh, but Zheng Yichen's nose becomes more and more sour the more he talks, although he can't hold back his tears, his tone is already a little choked.

Yuan Kunpeng just acted as a listener, and while listening, he sighed in his heart that his father was really not an ordinary old treacherous and cunning.

When people reach a certain age, most of them will brag about their glorious past to their juniors, which is human nature, even people like Yuan Zhenqiang are not exempt from vulgarity.

Yuan Zhenqiang's rich experience in his life can't be said for three days and three nights, but his deeds can't be revealed to others, and he actually uses a method of mixing truth and falsehood, so that he can unscrupulously talk about his past.

Those who lie as clever as Wei Xiaobao use seven or eight truths mixed with two or three lies, but they are full of nonsense but can make the smartest people believe the truth.

Tu Zhen is as skilled as Yuan Zhenqiang, and he does the opposite, using a large number of grotesque and inexplicable lies to cover up the more unbelievable truths he occasionally says, so that Zheng Yichen chatted with him for two years, and he just regarded him as a strange old man full of nonsense.

Of course, after seeing the original Kunpeng, he also faintly noticed that Uncle Qiang's origin was not simple.

After Zheng Yichen finished speaking, Yuan Kunpeng let out a long breath and smiled: "I know that he has lived well in the last two years, and I am also happy for him." If you have great difficulties, you may as well come to me, you will accompany my father for two years, and I will reward you with a promise. ”

Zheng Yichen naturally didn't know how many people in this world had sharpened their heads, and they tried their best to get a promise from Yuan Kunpeng.

This promise means that even if you commit heinous sins, you will be able to wash your name and become a new person on the spot.

This means that you don't have to be a Russian financial giant to get a ticket to the end of the world in 2012.

Yuan Kunpeng was also worried that Zheng Yichen would use this promise indiscriminately, so he added the word "Tianda" in front of the difficulty to remind him of the weight of this promise.