Zheng Yan understands now, Yan Murong said so much in and out of his words, in short, it means one thing - don't save it!

For a moment, the atmosphere in the living room fell silent.

"Yan Murong, Doctor Yan."

After a long while, Zheng Yan looked at Yan Murong again, his eyes were full of pleading, and said. "I want you to save him, no matter what conditions you offer."

"Anything goes?"

"Anything goes."

"Okay then." Yan Murong smiled with satisfaction. "There are not many conditions, just two."

Yan Murong raised two fingers and said. "First, let your idiot grandson stop his actions against Huayuan Group and Minghua Group."

"Yes." Zheng Yan nodded. "What else?"

"Second, give me back the "Green Capsule Sutra". Yan Murong thought for a moment and added. "But you can't tell anyone."

"Good!" Zheng Yan agreed without hesitation.

Yan Murong's two conditions were not too excessive—of course, he would not put forward too many conditions. For example, if he asks the Zheng family to give him all his property, if he says so, it will be tantamount to directing Mars to hit the earth, and Mars will not listen to you at all.

"Alright, let's go." Yan Murong stood up and said. "Hold on for two more days, and I'll save him in two days."

"Farewell."

Hearing Yan Murong's promise, Zheng Yan didn't say more, nodded at Yan Cangyuan again, and then left with Zheng Wuming.

"Murong, do you know what kind of illness he is?" Yan Cangyuan looked at Yan Murong and asked curiously.

He doesn't know much about these things, but he also knows that the Zheng family is a family of traditional Chinese medicine, but now, as a family of traditional Chinese medicine, he doesn't even know what diseases he has, which really makes people doubt the level of this "family".

"Second uncle, it seems that you don't watch TV often." Yan Murong grinned.

"I'm so busy at work, how can I have time to watch TV." Yan Cangyuan said complainingly.

"Then it's no wonder." Yan Murong looked at Yan Cangyuan with a smug expression and said. "Then you don't know what they call me - they call me a miracle doctor."

"Since I'm a miracle doctor, can I not see such a minor illness?"

"What do you do?" Yan Cangyuan looked at Yan Murong with strange eyes.

Seeing Yan Murong smiling so proudly, Yan Cangyuan suddenly understood. The secretary of the municipal party committee of a dignified city, if he didn't have this IQ, it would not be so easy to sit in this position.

"I have two versions of the story, which one do you want to hear first?" Yan Murong asked with a smile.

"Stinky boy, you still sell it to me." Yan Cangyuan pointed at Yan Murong and scolded with a smile. "Say it all, and I'll hear what you can say."

"Okay." Yan Murong smiled and said. "Idle is idle anyway."

"The first story, the plot is very old-fashioned, the protagonist is a playboy, because he is obsessed with women, he often mingles with women, and as a result, he has a strange disease - my story is finished."

"That's it?" Yan Cangyuan glared, smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I'm sure now that you're not going to be a speaker in your life."

"I can just be a doctor, I can't do anything else." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "As for the second story, it's kind of interesting -- it's a story of revenge."

"Revenge? What revenge? ”

At this time, Yan Tong, who had just hid upstairs to coax his wife and children, also walked down, and just heard Yan Murong's words, so he came over with a curious face.

"Your brother is telling me a story, you can sit down and listen to it." Yan Cangyuan smiled and said. "Listen to what your brother can say in the vernacular."

"Second uncle, you said it, I definitely won't be able to be a speaker, so I'll just say it simply."

"The main character of the story is a good guy and a bad guy, the good guy does good things, the bad guy does bad things, and the good guy wants to stop the bad guy from doing bad things, so the bad guy designs to frame the good guy -- you think, usually in movies, the end is the victory of good over evil. Therefore, the good guy tried his best to design the yin back, and finally the bad guy had to come and beg the good guy to spare his life. ”

"Well, I'll admit I didn't get it." Yan Tong said frankly. "Did I miss something just now?"

"It's okay, the second uncle just needs to understand." Yan Murong looked at Yan Cangyuan and asked. "Second uncle, which one do you think is more acceptable to you?"

"Is there a difference?" Yan Cangyuan smiled. "Now the results are in front of us, which one you say, which one is true -- history is often written by the victors."

"It's philosophical." Yan Murong also smiled. "But it's the truth."

"You kid, it's a pity not to be an official." Yan Cangyuan said with a sigh. "With your brain and calculations, if you mix with officialdom, it is estimated that no one will dare to fight against you."

"Being an official?" Yan Murong sneered. "Second uncle, you better spare me, there are enough officials in our family, I won't join in the excitement - besides, what's so good about being an official? There are so many rules and regulations, you can't do this, you can't do that, how troublesome. I'm not a person who likes to be restrained by nature, so let me be an official, it's better to immerse me in a pig pen. ”

"Brother, the pig cage is for women." Yan Tong complained on the side.

"I know—I'd rather be a woman and be in a pig cage than be an official."

“――”

While the three of them were talking, the guard standing guard at the door walked in, and first saluted Yan Cangyuan before speaking. "Report to the chief, the outside informs that there is a lady who wants to see the little head of Murong."

"Ma'am?" Yan Cangyuan was stunned and asked. "What's her name?"

"Report to the chief, she said her name is Xue Wen."

"Xue Wen? The host of the Huaxia TV variety show? ”

Before Yan Cangyuan could speak, Yan Tong suddenly became excited, grabbed Yan Murong's arm, and said excitedly. "Brother, do you still know Xue Wen? Heck, you don't know, I like to watch her show, let's go, I'll go out with you, I need an autograph. ”

"Yan Tong, what are you doing?" Yan Cangyuan said reprimandedly. "Sit down and stay honest."

"Okay." was reprimanded by Yan Cangyuan, Yan Tong smacked his lips and didn't dare to refute, but he still squeezed his eyes at Yan Murong and motioned for Yan Murong to help him ask for an autograph.

"Little chief, this-"

Seeing that Yan Murong didn't react, the guard asked again.

"Tell her outside to wait, and I'll go out right away." Yan Murong said.

"Yes." Hearing Yan Murong's words, the guard saluted, turned around and walked out.

"Second uncle, I'll go out first, you-"

"Alright, go ahead, I won't tell them." Yan Cangyuan waved his hand with a smile on his face, he knew what Yan Murong was worried about.

"Okay." Yan Murong grinned, grabbed his clothes and walked towards the door, but he was also a little puzzled in his heart.

Snowcoon? Why did this female ** suddenly come to find herself for the New Year?