Cuiyuan Yan Murong had already come once, this was the second time, and he didn't bring anyone, but followed Chen Hanqing and Teng Xiangling, as well as five students from the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, to Yan Murong's surprise, one of these five students was actually a student in his own class - Yang Duo.

What made Yan Murong even more depressed was that Yan Minghua actually cried and shouted that he wanted to follow, saying that he wanted to see his arrogant demeanor, and he didn't even care about such a big mess of the company.

It wasn't until she got on the school's minibus that Yan Murong learned from Chen Hanqing that there was a large venue behind the Green Garden.

The Chinese medicine seminar started at eight o'clock, and it was exactly half past seven when Yan Murong and his party came to the gate of Cuiyuan.

Seeing that many people were getting off at the door, Yan Murong asked suspiciously. "Where are they going to drive? Why don't you just go in? ”

"I can't drive in." Chen Hanqing explained. "It's too small to park some cars, but if so many big cars go in, you can't let it go."

Yan Murong nodded, his eyes changed to Teng Xiangling, this woman, I haven't seen her for a long time, since the last time I had a spring breeze with her in Suzhou and Hangzhou, Yan Murong went to deal with the virus - he counted on his fingers, and Yan Murong found that he had been a virgin for many days.

It's Yan Minghua, but today's words are very few, but his eyes are always floating around Teng Xiangling, and then he looks at Yan Murong and lets out a few weird laughs, which makes Yan Murong's hairs stand upside down.

"These are the principals, teachers and students of Chinese and Western medicine practitioners in all over the country." Chen Hanqing greeted others while introducing Yan Murong.

"What about the others?" Yan Murong asked.

"Others?" Chen Hanqing thought about it, and then understood what Yan Murong was asking. He smiled and said. "It's like celebrities, the bigger the names, the later they come – but they don't get late."

When I arrived at the venue, I found that the place called the venue was actually a three-story wooden building, which is said to have been the place where the owner of the house listened to the theater in the past, and it has been rebuilt to its current appearance after a series of renovations.

The venue is located on the first floor, enter through the main gate, turn a corner along the walkway, and a wooden gate will appear in front of you, and there are two people in security uniforms at the door, checking the nameplates of visitors.

Chen Hanqing handed over the sign and checked it, and the group entered the venue.

The venue is not big, but it is not small either, Yan Murong calculated, in addition to those well-known Chinese and Western medicine from all over the country, there are teams from at least a dozen schools who come to participate in the TCM seminar, counting those students who come to observe and study, there must be at least 100 people, and this room is more than enough to accommodate more than 100 people.

Except for the tables around the place, there were signs with the names of each school written on them, but there were no seats that resembled the judges' seats. There was an open space in the middle, about the size of two basketball courts, and there was a microphone in it.

"What is this for?" Yan Murong asked curiously.

"For speeches." Chen Hanqing said with a smile. "There will be a report in the middle -- that is, a discussion of some diseases and diseases, and if someone wants to speak, they will stand in the middle."

"And standing in the middle?" Yan Murong muttered quietly. "How do you feel so strange, as if you are holding a public trial."

"What did you say?" Chen Hanqing looked at Yan Murong and asked. His voice was relatively quiet, and Chen Hanqing didn't hear what Yan Murong said at all.

"Nothing." Yan Murong shook his head.

The atmosphere in the venue was surprisingly cold, and the teams from the schools that had already arrived were just sitting in their places, chatting quietly. This made Yan Murong very strange.

Didn't you say discussion? Why is everyone talking so quietly?

"Haha, Lao Chen, long time no see." Suddenly, a confident voice came from the gate.

An old man about sixty or seventy years old, with black and white hair combed back on his back, walked over to Chen Hanqing while laughing.

"Old Yu, haha, it's been a long time." Chen Hanqing was stunned for a moment, then laughed as well, pulled Yan Murong over, and said. "Old Yu, come, let me introduce you to you, this is the best teacher of our Yenching University of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Yan Murong - Murong, this is President Yu Kangxian of Southwest University of Chinese Medicine."

"Hello, Principal Yu." Yan Murong took the initiative to stretch out his hand and shook hands with Yu Kangxian.

"Haha, I know you." After Yu Kangxian shook hands with Yan Murong, he looked at him with a smile and said. "Even if you don't need Lao Chen's introduction, I know you, Yan Murong - you have been very popular in our industry recently-not to mention the industry, you are very popular in the outside world."

"It's just a fluke." Yan Murong said modestly.

"That's not a fluke." Yu Kangxian shook his head and said. "If you don't have the ability, even if you're lucky to be on your side, you can't do it."

Yan Murong smiled, and was about to be modest for a few more words, but was suddenly disrupted by a noise from the door, and then, Zheng Wuming walked in with an old man wearing a Tang costume, and at the same time, there were four other people, two old and two young, and the group was talking and laughing, as if they were discussing something.

Yan Murong's gaze didn't linger on the others for long, but looked directly at Zheng Wuming. While looking at Zheng Wuming, Zheng Wuming also saw Yan Murong, but his gaze was fleeting, but after Yan Murong's eyes swept over several people, he stayed on Kunlun who was following Zheng Yan and Zheng Wuming.

Yan Murong suddenly cracked his mouth and laughed in everyone's inexplicable eyes, then turned around and walked towards Zheng Wuming and his party.

Although Chen Hanqing and the others did not follow, their faces were a little surprised.

These old men are at the helm of the three major Chinese medicine families - but what did this kid do in the past? Do they know?

Unexpectedly, Yan Murong didn't look at the others, but just fixed his eyes on Kunlun.

Seeing Yan Murong coming over, Zheng Wuming frowned slightly, but quickly stretched out.

"We meet again." Yan Murong didn't pay attention to Zheng Wuming, but looked at Kunlun and said with a smile.

"Do I know you?" Kunlun's face was inexplicable.

"I think you should know." Yan Murong looked at Kunlun with a smile.

"That night, count you as fast as you ran."