At Yenching International Airport, a private Bombardier small business jet landed on the tarmac.

As the capital of China, Yanjing is also a large economic and political city in China, and there are countless private jets taking off and landing at the airport, and the larger Airbus has seen it, and this inconspicuous Bombardier small business jet has not attracted much attention.

The hatch opened, and two flight attendants in blue uniforms appeared at the door first, dragging their suitcases and leaving directly, and after a while, a man appeared at the cabin door again.

"An autumn rain and a cold, but no matter how cold the weather is, how can it withstand the cold?" Zheng Wuming raised his head, looked at the dim sky and the drizzling rain and muttered softly. After speaking, he walked down the spiral ladder, did not use an umbrella, and walked towards the VIP passage in the light rain. Behind him, two foreign men in suits followed closely behind him.

It was only seven o'clock in the morning, but it was still dark because of the rain. At the entrance of the airport, two black Mercedes Benzes were quietly parked there. The windows are covered with film, making it difficult to see inside even if someone passes by.

When Zheng Wuming and the three came out of the airport, he got into the first car, and the two foreigners got into the second car. The doors closed, and the car started slowly and drove out of the airport.

In the first Mercedes-Benz, in addition to the driver driving in front, there was also a gray-haired old man sitting in the back seat with Zheng Wuming.

"You shouldn't have come back." The old man looked at Zheng Wuming and said with a sigh.

"Uncle Bao, thank you for your hard work." Zheng Wuming didn't answer the old man's words and said. "I've wronged you all these years."

"What grievances are not grievances, I have always lived a good life." The old man shook his head and said with a sigh. "Time is so merciless, it's been almost thirty years in the blink of an eye - when I left, you were still lying in the cradle babbling, and now, you have grown so big."

Zheng Wuming didn't interject, and the old man continued. "Thirty years ago, my lord knew that sooner or later there would be such a day, so he later kicked me out and gave me a sum of money to keep me alive until now. I didn't think it was going to happen, but it should have come, it came anyway - it's just that you shouldn't have come back. ”

"This is my home, where can I go if I don't come back?" Zheng Wuming said. "Here's everything I lost, and I'm coming back, just to get back everything that was robbed."

"I knew you'd be back." The old man said. "Since you've decided, I won't say anything, my old bones should still be able to exert some residual heat."

"Uncle Bao, thank you." Zheng Wuming sincerely thanked this old man who had been loyal to the Zheng family all his life.

"Thank me for what?" The old man smiled and said. "There are a lot of side branches of the Zheng family, maybe, you can get some help from them."

"Them?" Zheng Wuming sneered disdainfully. "It's just a bunch of garbage, they can't help me."

"Whatever you want." The old man was not reluctant and asked. "Is there a place to stay?"

"Nope." Zheng Wuming shook his head and said with a smile. "I'm not tired for the time being, so let's Uncle Bao, you help me find a flower shop, I'm going to buy some flowers, some old friends, I still have to go and have a look."

"Okay." The old man commanded the driver in front of him and asked again. "And then?"

"And then?" Zheng Wuming smiled. "Then find a small restaurant, I want to eat bean curd and oil cakes." ――

Sleepy in spring, lacking in autumn and napping in summer, Yan Murong is now in the stage of autumn fatigue, and it wasn't until Su Qingwu left for work that he got up from the bed, cleaned himself up, and walked out of the bedroom step by step.

The old man must have gone back to the room after Tai Chi at this time, and Yan Murong didn't bother, he went downstairs and walked around the living room, but found that his mother was not there, so he walked into the kitchen and found some breakfast left for him in the morning to feed his stomach.

The day after tomorrow is Saturday, and he asked those Chinese medicine practitioners who came to attend the TCM conference to stay in Yanjing for the time being, just for this day.

If you want Chinese medicine to rise again, it is difficult to do it overnight, so he decided to play a big one.

He has used this trick many times, it is a free clinic, but the scale of this free clinic is quite large, and the location is also the most important square in Yanjing, where not only Yanjing people, but also tourists from all over the world are in an endless stream every day, which is a good opportunity to show Chinese medicine to the world.

Popularizing Chinese medicine and making people recognize Chinese medicine is Yan Murong's idea.

A national treasure has been in decline for a hundred years, and it is time to rise.

Feeding a pig like eating two fritters and a bowl of soy milk, Yan Murong burped with satisfaction, sat on the sofa, watched the rebroadcast of the morning news, and realized that he was the most idle one.

The hospital has Teng Xiangling and Zhong Zhenguo, the school has Hua Cuo and some talents who have been poached through high salaries to manage, Thunder Investment also has Yan Minghua to help manage, and as for the industrialization of the Chinese Medical Union, it is all handed over to Ning Kun to fiddle with. He doesn't have to worry about the establishment of a medicinal herb planting base, and this hand-shaking shopkeeper is indeed more comfortable.

All the development is going smoothly, and he has nothing to worry about, the only thing that worries him is Zheng Wuming.

Zheng Xiao confirmed that the blurred figure in the photo was Zheng Wuming, but he still couldn't believe that Zheng Wuming was still alive.

Thinking about it, Yan Murong sat on the sofa and started to daz, until the sound of the door opening sounded.

"Mom, it's raining, where have you been?" Yan Murong looked at Guo Wanjun, who walked in and was putting away his umbrella, and asked.

"I went to your grandfather's house to have a look." Guo Wanjun's face was full of uncontrollable smiles. "Your cousin is getting engaged, two weeks from now. This girl is in a hurry, I'm still worried that she won't be able to get married, but now it's okay, don't worry. ”

"Huh? Mom, you said Guo Ya'an was getting engaged? Yan Murong looked surprised.

"yes." Guo Wanjun said with a smile.

"With whom?" Yan Murong asked.

"That big boy of the Ming family, Ming Junli." Guo Wanjun said.

The Ming family? Yan Murong thought about it for a long time before he finally had a little impression. This Ming family can only be regarded as a second-rate family, and the time of its rise is only less than thirty years, but it has developed fast enough, and it is also the number one person in the business world. It's just that he can't understand, why does the Guo family want to marry the Ming family? Obviously, with Guo Ya'an's personality of always talking about singleness, this family business must not have been found by herself.

"Mom, this is—"

Yan Murong was just about to ask what was going on, but the phone called out urgently, and he took it out of his pocket and saw that it was Su Qingwu calling.

"Murong, come to my company." When I picked up the phone, there was Su Qingwu's hurried voice inside, as if I was frightened by something, and then there was a string of busy sounds.