Chapter 320: The Gambling Contract

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"Sweden? What am I doing there? Liu Xing's face was stunned, but within a few seconds, he seemed to think of something, his eyes widened and he stammered: "No... No way. ā€

Gan Hao said with excitement on his face: "This morning the Nobel Prize announced that you have become a candidate for this year's Nobel Prize in Medicine for the treatment of cancer, diabetes, and old rheumatism. Although Western countries discriminate against yellow people, your achievements are enough to crush these discriminations.

So, by December 10 of this year, you're almost 100 percent likely to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine. Do you know what that means? You will be the first person in China to win the Nobel Prize in Medicine! ā€

In the end, Gan Hao's voice raised several degrees, and his face turned red, as if he was the one who won the award.

Liu Xing pinched his thigh, and after feeling the pain, he still felt a little unconvinced. But if you think about it carefully, as Gan Hao said, if he can't win the Nobel Prize in Medicine, it will be abnormal.

Soon Liu Xing's phone also jingled, and even the counselor Wang Wenwei sent him a message, saying that the matter of the paper could be postponed for a period of time, and now the focus is on the Nobel Prize in Medicine.

It's a little past one o'clock to get all the calls over. Liu Xing casually ate something in the hospital cafeteria and began to think about the acupuncture course. These old Chinese medicine practitioners have no internal strength, and it is impossible for them to condition their bodies through pills, so they can only be treated through acupuncture and prescriptions.

After more than half an hour of busy writing and painting, Liu Xing took out two throat lozenges and put them in his mouth, picked up his notebook and walked into the door of the conference room. Behind him, three more beds were pushed in, on which lay three patients with advanced cancer.

Liu Xing took a deep breath, picked up the microphone and said in a deep voice: "Everyone is an old doctor with rich work experience, so I won't introduce you to the acupuncture points of the human body, and directly start to perform acupuncture treatment methods.....

All the doctors present were suddenly shocked, and their bodies sat slightly upright, staring at the projector behind them with their eyes. According to the information they just obtained, this acupuncture requires a total of dozens of acupuncture points, and the acupuncture method of each acupuncture is different.

On the other side, at the opening ceremony of the food competition organized by the hotel alliance. Guo Bing wore an Armani suit and a pair of rimless gold-wire glasses, and walked into the venue with his head held high.

When the security guard saw Guo Bing following behind several people from the hotel alliance, he thought that he was also a member of the alliance. didn't check the documents either, so he slipped away directly to the venue.

After entering the venue, Guo Bing found a remote position and sat down, picked up a glass of juice and looked around. Those present were all the senior executives of the hotel alliance, or the contestants who participated in the competition, and these people were all smiling and chatting together.

The time pointed to half past two, and Yang Zhuorong, the new owner of the Fuduoduo hotel chain, picked up the microphone, walked to the podium and said with a smile: "Hello everyone, my name is Yang Zhuorong, and I am the new owner of Fuduoduo Hotel......

Guo Bing's face showed a hint of disdain, but his palms clapped. The whole venue turned their heads to look at him, but Guo Bing was not timid at all, but bowed slightly at everyone generously, and winked at a few girls playfully.

Yang Zhuorong's face was a little unhappy, but he continued: "In this food competition, we will divide two types of Chinese and Western food, and give certain rewards and financial assistance to the winners of these two categories. ā€

There was another burst of applause in the corner of the venue, and everyone turned their heads to see that it was still Guo Bing.

Yang Zhuorong's face twitched, but his good upbringing still made him hold back his displeasure, took two deep breaths to calm his mood, and said in a deep voice: "The food magazine "Food" founded by the hotel alliance will also report on this competition in detail. ā€

"Smack! Syllable! Syllable! ā€

This time, everyone didn't have to look back to know that it was Guo Bing clapping.

Yang Zhuorong's face was gloomy as if he could drip water, and the people of the hotel alliance and the participants of this competition also reacted, this kid is here to stir up the situation!

Yang Zhuorong slapped the table, his face flushed with anger, if his eyes could kill, now Guo Bing would have been executed by a thousand knives Ling Chi.

"Who the hell are you? Why stir up trouble at the opening ceremony of the food competition? We didn't provoke you, and if you can't give a reasonable explanation, then we'll have to ask the security guards to get you out. ā€

When he said the word "please", Yang Zhuorong gritted his teeth in anger, he hated this kid who repeatedly stirred up the situation and made him unable to get off the stage.

Guo Bing stood up and straightened his suit, strode in front of Yang Zhuorong, and said with a smile: "My name is Guo Bing, and it is nothing for a big man to do again." I came to the opening ceremony to represent our hotel and participate in the food competition. ā€

The atmosphere eased slightly, and it seemed that this kid had just never attended a party of this level. Dirt buns, there's no need to worry about it so much, as long as it's not a spoiler.

Yang Zhuorong barely squeezed out a smile on his face, but he sentenced this hotel to death in his heart, "Then what is the name of your hotel, it has not reached a five-star hotel or a three-star Michelin hotel, but it is not eligible to participate in the competition." ā€

Guo Bing lowered his head and thought about it, "Our hotel is just a private restaurant, but you should have all heard of the name, it's called - the source of taste." ā€

Suddenly, the whole venue was like an explosion, and countless people clamored to get him out. Guo Bing didn't seem to hear what they said, and said to Yang Zhuorong with a smile: "I don't know if your hotel alliance has the courage to let the source of taste participate in the food competition." ā€

Yang Zhuorong was about to say, "Why not", but as soon as he saw a few people talking at him, he immediately swallowed the words. He can become the boss of Fu Duoduo, and his sense of sensitivity is definitely not bad, and after a little thought, he immediately understood the intention of the source of taste.

If the hotel league does not participate in the competition, then it means that they shrug off and think that they are better than not winning the source of taste. If they agree to participate in the competition, then they will not be able to win the competition. Whatever the choice, it defeats the purpose of the hotel alliance.

Who came up with this idea, stand up and I promise not to kill you.

It's disgusting!

Yang Zhuorong set his eyes on several other talkers, but several talkers shrugged their shoulders helplessly and kicked the ball back to him.

Guo Bing took the juice and drank it all, and gave Yang Zhuorong some eye medicine, "It's okay, you can discuss this matter slowly, as long as you give a clear answer before the game." (To be continued.) )