Shanghai, the most lively Sima Road, a British-style café, soft piano music tinkling dong, a foreign male waiter with a bow tie holding a coffee plate with one hand, elegant and free shuttle back and forth.

The smell of coffee and cream fills the air.

In the corner by the window, sat two British beauties, both of whom were identical in suit skirts and white shirts with lace flowers. He still wears a hat on his head, a black grid line hangs down and covers the tip of his nose, and his lips are coated with one of Max Factor's reddest lipsticks. The only difference is that one of them has a beauty mole the size of a grain of rice on the corner of his lip.

Miss Shirley slowly stirred the coffee on the plate with a silver spoon, and wrinkled her nose several times:

"Have you really decided? Not going back? Stay in such an ancient and ignorant East? ”

Miss Amy took a sip of her coffee and tried to keep her sweet voice as low as she could:

"Do you really think it's stupid here? Lag? What London has, what doesn't here? ”

Shirley looked out the window, and through the glass window, the road outside was bustling with hustle and bustle, clanging past double-decker trams, popping past covered or open-top cars, and Indian patrols pestering whiteheads and riding on tall horses.

The rickshaw driver, bent deeply, ran over at a high speed. Sitting in the car was a fashionable girl, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, carrying a kun bag, with her legs folded, leather shoes under her feet, and seven-centimeter heels.

Miss Shirley's voice is still very high-pitched:

"There aren't enough gentlemen here."

Miss Amy was a little anxious when she saw that her sister was no longer hiding it, and she looked at it privately, still lowering her voice:

"I love it here, maybe, we can try to separate!"

Sister Shirley sneered:

"Like it? Be a typist here? Try to separate, because of the promising profession of typist, the detective sisters are going to break up? ”

My sister Amy stood up, picked up the handbag on the table, and walked straight out. Such a public occasion is not suitable for talking about confidential matters.

Sister Shirley didn't care, she didn't catch up, but slowly finished the coffee. Put down two tips before leaving.

This is a pair of detective sisters, they originally mixed well in London, Europe, and even became famous. Hired by a wealthy man, he travels to the ancient East. Looking for a doctor, Mr. Shandong, the rich man's request was simple, get erythromycin, an alternative to penicillin, suitable for patients who are allergic to penicillin.

It took a month of hard work for the sister to get the address. I took an ocean cruise ship again, arrived in Qingdao in the east, and took a train to a small inland county, but was kidnapped by bandits on the way. A narrow escape.

Half a year later, he came to Shanghai. He was hired as a secretary in the publicity office of Ping An Pharmaceutical Factory. All they can contact is the external propaganda text that the pharmaceutical factory has determined, and it took half a year, and they have not even seen the factory director and manager, let alone Mr. Shandong behind the scenes.

Ten days ago, my sister Amy was transferred to an institution called the Ping An Research Institute and met a bunch of scientists. Scholars from all over the world are no different from what I've seen in the Advocacy Office before.

Mr. Shandong, I still haven't seen it.

Originally, the two sisters were still encouraging each other and continued to work hard. But suddenly, a bolt from the blue. Erythromycin was mass-produced and sold worldwide for five pounds. For a fee of five pounds, erythromycin can be used in surgery.

The rich benefactor paid the bride price to the two sisters in advance was three thousand pounds. What he was willing to pay for six thousand pounds now sells for five pounds in the general hospitals of London.

The sister flower failed in the mission, so she naturally packed her bags and returned home. But her sister Amy insisted on staying. Does that make sense? It's been a whole year. They didn't even find out who was in charge of Ping An Pharmaceutical.

In fact, this is not a shameful thing, knowing who Ping An Pharmaceutical belongs to and who is in charge, this question. There are only five people on the entire planet.

……

A Chevrolet car pulled up in front of the Japanese-style clubhouse in the pomegranate orchard. Mr. Bai stepped out of the car, his face dark. Miss Bai Linglong pushed open the door on the other side of the car and walked down.

With her head down, she walked behind her father.

The Japanese maid wearing a flowered dress and carrying a small mattress greeted her with a few clicks on the pull board under her feet. Bend your waist deeply:

"Bai Jun, please follow me!"

The haughty Mr. Bai bowed to the maid, walked through a courtyard, bypassed the circular corridor, came to a papier-mâché door, took off his shoes, and walked into the sliding door.

Boss Miyazaki wears a black and white-trimmed kimono and sits on his knees in the room. Next to him, there was also a young master Xu Qi in a dress. The room was covered with tatami mats, empty, and there was not even a table.

Bai Linglong's father and daughter greeted each other, and they also followed the customs, and the four of them knelt and sat down.

Boss Miyazaki bends down and salutes:

"So, Bai Jun, is there no way?"

Mr. Bai wipes sweat:

"No matter what kind of medicine it is, you can buy it, but the price is doubled."

Boss Miyazaki couldn't help but scold:

"Yaga, black heart, your hearts are all black!"

Mr. Bai continued to sweat:

"It's not easy to double the price, they call this a prescription drug, and they have to hand over the medical records!"

Boss Miyazaki asked with a gloomy face:

"Quantity? Any medicine can be bought, is there a guarantee of quantity? ”

Mr. Bai's voice was a little hesitant:

"Yes, there should be no problem, everyone loves to make money, pharmacists are also businessmen, and doctors also want to get rich!"

The boss of Miyazaki calculated in his heart that the plan to import drugs from Europe and the United States had completely failed. The brains of Europeans and Americans are all tendons. On the contrary, Chinese pharmacists are flexible.

However, if you get a medicine in Shanghai, it costs twice the price, and in the hands of Japanese patients, it will probably be ten times the price.

Those poor ghosts who can't afford to eat deserve it.

Boss Miyazaki cursed a few more times, and turned his head to Young Master Xu Qi:

"So what does Xu Jun mean? Who is Ping An Pharmaceutical? Can't you find out this kind of thing? ”

Young Master Xu wiped his sweat:

"Who owns the pharmaceutical factory, I can't find out, I only know that it is surnamed Qian, and no one has seen it!"

Young Master Xu Qi glanced at Boss Miyazaki's face as black as the bottom of a pot, and added:

"Actually, I can't find it, but I can guess that the owner of Ping An Pharmaceutical Factory is probably Mr. Shandong."

Who is in charge of Ping An Pharmaceutical? Belong to Mr. Shandong!

Where is Mr. Shandong? How to find him? Persuaded him, intimidated him, slashed him with a broadsword, broke him with a pistol.

Boss Miyazaki concluded:

"Don't you China have thirty-six plans? Use them one by one, use the beauty plan first, and make that high school principal and director Qian beautiful, if it doesn't work, kidnap it! ”

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