Eating the special grilled fish on the street and drinking sweet sake, Yan Murong felt that such a life was life.

After attending so many kinds of gatherings, Yan Murong found a common denominator - that is, no matter what country it is, no matter what kind of gathering, as long as it is related to the four words of the upper class, then you don't expect to be able to eat enough at this kind of gathering.

Whether it's a welcome dinner or a cocktail party, in short, this is just a platform for these upper-class people to communicate and build relationships with each other, as for who this party is for, it is secondary, and not many people care.

"Here, eat some fish." Yan Murong sandwiched a grilled tuna that was charred on the outside and tender on the inside into the plate in front of Dong Wuyan and said with a smile. "I'm disappointed that I didn't see Mitsui's handsome apology, right?"

"Nope." Dong Wuyan shook his head and received. "It's a matter between you and him, I just don't understand why you agreed to treat his father and left in a hurry."

"I said I was hungry, would you believe me?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"I don't believe it." Dong Wuyan shook his head.

"That's not it." Yan Murong smiled and said. "I have my reasons for doing this—but I need your favor now."

"Want my help?" Dong Wuyan asked in surprise. "How can I help you?"

"You can help me a lot." Yan Murong said, took a glass of sake and drank it, smacked his lips, and said. "For example, help me find out what kind of illness Toshiaki Mitsui's kid's dad has."

"Why don't you ask for yourself?"

Dong Wuyan was very incomprehensible to Yan Murong's behavior. If you want to know what the disease is, just go for a check-up or ask Toshiaki Mitsui if it's okay, why do you have to make it so troublesome.

"It's not interesting to ask." Yan Murong shook his head. "Let's check it out first."

"Okay." Seeing Yan Murong's resolute attitude, Dong Wuyan took out the phone and sent a text message.

"Little Swallow, you don't want to do anything again, do you?" Yan Minghua poked the grilled fish on the plate with chopsticks while looking at Yan Murong and asked.

"What can I do?"

"I don't know." Yan Minghua shook his head. "You're just a bad guy, if you don't say it, no one knows when you'll be able to hold back a bad fart."

"Sister-in-law, is it okay to be civilized?" Yan Minghua smiled bitterly. "Anyway, we're also a family, am I such a person in your eyes?"

"Yes." Yan Minghua didn't give face at all, and said with a smile. "I don't know you yet, you've been bad and smoking since you were a child, and now it's even worse - it's the same as a dog can't change eating."

"Why bother." Yan Murong was depressed. "Sister-in-law, don't you just want to know what I want to do, just ask no, why do you have to hurt me so much?"

"Will you say if I ask?"

"Not necessarily." Yan Murong shook his head.

"That's fine." Yan Minghua rolled his eyes and said. "Besides, I don't hurt you by beating around the bush, but I tell you very directly."

"Sister-in-law, you're okay, stop." Yan Murong hurriedly stopped Yan Minghua from continuing. Let her talk for a while, and I guess she will be able to say something unpleasant.

"I said I can't do it yet." Yan Murong smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Actually, you really wronged me this time, what bad things can I do, this time it's a good thing."

"A good thing? What's good? Yan Minghua said with an expression of disbelief on his face. What good can you do if you dare to catch the UN Secretary-General? ”

"Of course it's a good thing." Automatically filtered Yan Minghua's words, Yan Murong said. "But one thing you're right about is that I just want to make a difference."

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Yan Murong simply told everything, and Dong Wuyan also pricked up his ears, wanting to hear what Yan Murong wanted to do.

"It's actually quite simple." Yan Murong organized his language and said. "I just want to use this time to treat Toshiaki Mitsui and his Laozi, and promote traditional Chinese medicine in the island country."

"Promoting Chinese medicine?" Yan Minghua asked puzzled.

"yes." Yan Murong nodded and said. "You see, in Asia, the three countries of China, the island country, and South Korea can be said to be the three countries with the smallest cultural differences - not to mention South Korea, many of their festival etiquette and customs are basically passed down from China, and medically speaking, their Korean medicine is actually our Chinese medicine, and in the final analysis, Chinese medicine is the ancestor of their Korean medicine. As for the island countries, not to mention, their words are copied from us, and even their ancestors are our Chinese. ”

"You're talking about Xu Fu?" Yan Minghua asked strangely. "What does this have to do with the promotion of Chinese medicine that you are talking about?"

"It doesn't matter." Yan Murong explained. "You see, even their ancestors are from our Huaxia, and Xu Fu has made great achievements in traditional Chinese medicine, I think, they should also trust traditional Chinese medicine, right?"

"Do you think they'll trust Chinese medicine?" Yan Minghua said funny. "Even most of us in Huaxia don't believe in Chinese medicine anymore, do you think this group of little devils will believe it? Besides, Xu Fu's matter is just a rumor, even if it is history, it is wild history at best. ”

"Not necessarily." Dong Wuyan suddenly spoke.

"What doesn't have to be?" Yan Minghua asked strangely. "Dong girl, do you also believe that this kid is talking nonsense there? As far as I know, that Xu Fu seems to be a eunuch, right? ”

"I don't know if it's a eunuch." Dong Wuyan shook his head and said. "But I know that in the island country, there are many temples dedicated to Xu Fuku, especially in Kyushu, where Xu Fu Temple is built. In the village of Kintachi City in Saga, Sufu is worshipped as the god of medicine, and in other places he is worshipped as the god of water, farming, and sericulture. The area where Sufu landed was the first area where the island culture was first developed, and it is also the place where Emperor Jimmu, a legendary figure of the island nation, landed. ”

"Damn, you know more than I do." Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and was speechless, and Yan Minghua was also full of surprise, expressing shock at Dong Wuyan's words.

"I went to school here, and I taught it in school." Dong Wuyan explained.

"Haha, that's right." Yan Murong laughed, looked at Yan Minghua and said. "Look, I'll just say, even they themselves admit that Xu Fu is their ancestor - the god of medicine, do you hear, Xu Fu is the god of medicine, well, I have to worship another day."

As he spoke, Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and asked. "Is there a Yaowang Temple here?"

"Yes." Dong Wuyan said. "The place where Xu Fu is enshrined in Jinli City is called Yaowang Temple, and they call Xu Fu the god of medicine."

"That's good." Yan Murong nodded with satisfaction. "Let's go and worship when we have time."

"You're not sick, are you?" Yan Minghua looked at Yan Murong like an idiot. "What are you going to worship if you have nothing to do?"

"Who said it was okay." Yan Murong said. "Although he is the ancestor of the island country, in the final analysis, he is also our Chinese people, and he is an old-timer in our Chinese medicine industry.