The sky is extremely blue, the sun is gentle, there is no wind, there is a ticking sound everywhere, it is the ice and snow that are slowly melting, and the snow is dripping on the earth.

The Shaoxing Hall is a cyan brick wall covered with black mud tiles. The front teeth are low, but because they are associated with the hermit masters, they give people an inexplicable sense of awe.

Director Qian of Ping An Pharmaceutical stood in front of the gate of the Shaoxing Hall with a smile, and made a bow:

"Everyone, as the saying goes, the snow is not cold and the snow is cold, this cold day, how to let everyone stand outside the door, please leave one if you have a famous post. We called Shanghai, and we left in a bit of a hurry. I didn't bring any local products to entertain you, let's walk a few steps ahead, Hutou Teahouse, please go over and have a cup of hot tea, and the account is all on my old money. ”

Most of the reporters were wearing black cotton robes, and there were also a few suits and windbreakers, and their words were indistinct, and they still kept asking back and forth, but they couldn't bear Director Qian's bold enthusiasm and strength, and thought that he might really have any scoops, so they finally followed him.

Everyone is gone, and there are only two old friends of Mr. Gao, Zhen Pashi and Hao Xiaodan. There were also some reporters who were interested in them, and they could be completely disappointed when asked. Mr. Shandong may be sloppy in his clothes, or he may be ugly. But they definitely don't panic like these two.

The two looked at each other, gloomy and sad.

In fact, this is also a good end, although there is no grace, but after all, there is no enmity.

In the Green Bamboo Courtyard of the Shaoxing Hall, Mr. Gao wandered back and forth at the door of the house for a long time, until a White Russian bodyguard asked him:

"Would you like to bring a chair out?"

Mr. Gao waved his hand awkwardly and said no, reached out to lift the cotton curtain, and walked in.

On Tuesday, the young master had already washed and changed his clothes, and was sitting on the hot kang drinking tea, on the black painted kang table, there were piles of old high newspapers, he looked up at Mr. Gao and smiled:

"Come and sit on the kang, a pot of jasmine that has just been brewed, and Mr. Gao will eat a bowl?"

Mr. Gao was extremely embarrassed, sat down on the kang and poured himself a bowl of jasmine, steaming hot and fragrant. I finally relaxed and told me about my experience in the past few days.

"Okay." On Tuesday, the young master smiled and summed it up in one word.

"If you provoke such a thing, how can you still say good!" Mr. Gao still felt that his face was faintly hot.

"The safe return of my husband is the best result." On Tuesday, the young master had clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and his smile was also very warm.

"How can Gao be virtuous, I am tired of Mr. Shandong to rescue him, and I don't know what kind of conditions they will propose, it's really terrible."

"What are you afraid of, they can mention the conditions at will, we can do it for them, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover it."

"That Wu family, it really doesn't look like a good family."

On Tuesday, the young master smiled and handed him a newspaper:

"Why is he not a good person, he is simply a good person, the first condition is to send talents to Mr. Shandong!"

Mr. Gao took the newspaper and read it.

This Wu family has already accepted an interview with a newspaper reporter, and they have added fuel and vinegar to what they coaxed Principal Gao that day.

As if they were the benefactors of President Gao, the reporter asked them what they thought of Mr. Shandong's three conditions.

Wu Lao Ghost said, I don't dare to ask Mr. Shandong for anything, I have two granddaughters under my knees, twenty-eight years old, and I want to send them to Mr. to learn some human medicine.

The reporters were so happy that they immediately went back to write their manuscripts, and asked the newspaper to print the story of the 28 celebrities and celebrity hermits, and there must have been many spectators who were willing to cheer.

The newspaper was distributed, and sure enough, readers who love to read gossip stories clapped their hands and said it was wonderful!

Send two 28 beauties over first, figure out Mr. Shandong's family background, and then plan, it's really too smart to calculate.

Dongsi Wu old ghost house,

Wu Lao Ghost, father and son, sat opposite each other and drank tea.

Wu Laosi took a sip of tea, just like drinking a jar of pear blossom liquor, and his face was red with excitement:

"Dad, you still have a way. Now our family is really developed. ”

Wu Laosan was also very happy:

"The family's business has also been sluggish in the past few years, so let's just open a pharmaceutical factory, and the fourth official should also be promoted."

Old Ghost Wu reached out and touched his goatee and nodded:

"It's not in a hurry, with this great grace, he can't come up with any tricks! Take 10,000 steps back, he is looking for our fault, and if he wants to kill his relatives in righteousness, he will not be able to pass the level of folk tongue. ”

A maid came in and said:

"The ladies are back."

Immediately after them came two tall girls, both dressed in splendid and gorgeous robes, which were very thick, but could not hide their waists.

"How can you give us away indiscriminately!" The two Wu family Miss Sun were angry and angry.

Wu Laosan coughed:

"It's not to give people away, it's to let you go to school and follow the divine medicine."

"We don't want to study medicine, we smell of medicine, and we're dirty." The two Wu family Miss Sun were even more dissatisfied.

"If you don't want to learn, you won't learn." Wu Laosan had no choice but to tell the truth.

"It's to let you do some favors to the family, go to meet that Mr. Shandong, and find out his details."

"I see, I said it earlier." The two Miss Sun of the Wu family came up, shook the arm of the goatee Wu old ghost intimately, and made some requests for jewels and jade.

Wu Lao Ghost wrote a post inviting Principal Gao to Guangheju for a drink, and asked his two sons to send it in person.

Principal Gao has been released, and the matter of the reward order in the rivers and lakes has come to an end, except for the Wu family, who are the most excited, and those who are interested in follow-up issues are some irrelevant and boring idlers.

In the doctors and pharmaceutical circles, they are most concerned about the Qing Bao Sutra, and they have posted posts and asked to borrow books to take a look. There is another important group of people, that is, the sick people, the terminally ill people, the straw is also to be grasped, and they have to go to the Shaoxing Hall, hoping to find Mr. Shandong for medical treatment.

Zhang Meixi has to send dozens of telegrams to the young master on Tuesday every day. After soliciting Mr. Gao's opinion, she simply photocopied a few copies, and allowed various doctors and scholars to copy them.

But there are conditions, I hope that the famous doctors can organize a free clinic conference, the first is to show respect for the famous doctor Hua Tuo, and second, it also happens to deal with those patients who come to Mr. Shandong for medical treatment.

For the matter of indiscriminately promising three conditions, Zhang Meixi was also crying for the first time by her own impulsiveness, as a well-known person in the public, she really can't talk casually.

But if she could turn back the clock, I'm afraid she would still make the same choice. When Mr. Gao had an accident, in such an anxious and angry situation, most people would take out their best treasure and smash it.

Zhang Meixi secretly reflected on it, and then received a telegram that made her cry and laugh, which was still sent by the young master on Tuesday:

"The Wu family has already transferred three promises to me, what should I ask Mr. Shandong to do? It's sad! ”

On Tuesday, the young master had already stretched out a finger and completely pressed Old Ghost Wu to death.

So fast!

…… Dividing line ......

Thanks to the little angel "Sherry the Dreamer" for the sachet. The stupid author fights, and he must not live up to this sachet of love.