What kind of people are the most annoying?

At least Toshiaki Mitsui thinks Yan Murong is very annoying.

This guy is stingy and greedy, and the main thing is that this bastard is too good to pretend.

Looking up at the starry sky, Toshiaki Mitsui thought, why didn't it rain today? Strike a thunderbolt and kill this bastard.

The celebrities and rich people around them were puzzled when they saw the two of them so harmonious.

What's going on? The eldest young master of the Mitsui family was slapped in public, and the second young man actually talked and laughed with the beater-even if he talked and laughed, why did it sound like a gift?

"Guys, it's okay, a misunderstanding." Toshiaki Mitsui looked at the surprised eyes of the group of people around him, explained with a smile, and said. "The dinner will start later, I'll talk to Mr. Yan about some things first, and you'll be at your own convenience."

After speaking, Mitsui Toshiaki stretched out his hand and motioned for Yan Murong and the others to go to the villa with him.

Walking into the villa, Mitsui Toshiaki waved away the servants inside, sat down on the sofa, and poured tea for Yan Murong and the three of them with his own hands, before looking at Yan Murong who was looking at the villa and said. "Mr. Yan, this villa is not bad, right?"

"Not bad." Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Toshiaki with a smile. "What? If I say I like it, will you give me this villa too? ”

Mr. Yan laughed. Toshiaki Mitsui's heart jerked, but he still kept a smile on his face. At this time, you can't let go of the killing, otherwise with this guy's virtue of climbing along the pole, maybe he will really dare to ask himself.

"I didn't know if I said I wasn't joking, I just knew you were joking." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said. "Call us here, pour tea and give gifts, what the hell do you want to do?"

"Hehe, Mr. Yan is really direct enough." Toshiaki Mitsui smiled helplessly. "Actually, I really want to ask Mr. Yan for help."

"If it has something to do with our cooperation, you don't have to say it." Yan Murong said.

"Not really." Mitsui Toshiaki pondered for a moment before looking up at Yan Murong and asked. "I heard that Mr. Yan is a Chinese medicine doctor?"

"Oh? Why do you ask this? Yan Murong asked strangely.

"I don't mean anything else, Mr. Yan, don't be suspicious." Toshiaki Mitsui waved his hand and said. "Although I have some small holidays with Mr. Yan, now that we have become partners, I don't have to worry about those small things anymore - now, I just want to ask Mr. Yan to help me take care of my father's illness."

"See a doctor?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and didn't think that Mitsui Toshiming had been going around for a long time, but finally said such a sentence.

It's just that he can't figure it out, the Mitsui family has such a great ability in the island country, it should be easy to hire a doctor, right? As long as you are willing to spend money, the best doctors in the world can be invited, so why bother looking for yourself?

"Mr. Yan must be very strange, why don't I go and see another doctor?" Toshiaki Mitsui smiled.

"Tell me about it." Yan Murong didn't deny it and asked softly.

"To tell you the truth, my father's illness is a bit strange, and I have seen many doctors, but they can't do anything." Toshiaki Mitsui said with a sigh.

"Then you think I can cure it?" Yan Murong asked with a smile. "I'm a Chinese medicine doctor."

"I know you're a Chinese medicine practitioner." Toshiaki Mitsui said. "I've loved Chinese culture since I was a kid. Huaxia is a magical place, and of course, I also know a little bit about Chinese medicine - forgive me, I have heard about Mr. Yan's handling of the new virus, so I will bring it up today. ”

"You're pretty well informed." Yan Murong smiled, not planning to ask him how he knew. This is not a state secret, with the ability of the Mitsui family, these things will be known as long as they investigate a little, and now, what makes Yan Murong more curious is what kind of disease Mitsui Toshiaki's father has.

Doing a line of love is like a pianist who will unconsciously sit down when he sees the piano, and a football player who will unconsciously kick twice when he sees a football. Seeing all kinds of strange illnesses, Yan Murong naturally wanted to find out.

After thinking about it, Yan Murong still didn't agree directly, but looked at Dong Wuyan, who was sitting beside him without saying a word, and asked. "What do you say? To cure or not to cure? ”

Dong Wuyan was slightly surprised, she didn't expect that Yan Murong would ask her opinion, and for a while, she hesitated.

She wished that all the people of the Mitsui family were dead, and if she was treated, wouldn't she be able to do what she wanted? But if he is not treated, he is afraid of destroying Yan Murong's business. For a while, Dong Wuyan was in a dilemma, and scolded Yan Murong fiercely in his heart.

"He's asking for you, not me, you don't have to ask me."

After thinking about it for a long time, Dong Wuyan still decided to kick the ball back to Yan Murong and let Yan Murong decide for himself.

"Yes." Yan Murong paused and said. "I have one condition, though."

"Mr. Yan, please speak." Toshiaki Mitsui nodded, thought about it, and added. "We can agree as long as the conditions are reasonable, but only if you can cure my father's illness."

"Don't be so nervous, one yard is one yard, I won't embarrass you on the terms of cooperation." Yan Murong naturally knew what Mitsui Junming was thinking, and said with a smile. "I just wanted to tell you that my house call fee is very expensive."

"Please ask Mr. Yan to make an offer." Hearing that he was asking for money, Mitsui Toshiaki despised Yan Murong, a money fan, in his heart, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief.

It's easy to say that if you want money, their Mitsui family lacks everything, and the last thing they lack is money. He was afraid that Yan Murong would say something that would make him collapse, but it was okay, he just asked for money.

Business belongs to business, favors belong to favors, even if Yan Murong doesn't mention any conditions, he will take the initiative to give money. He didn't want to owe Yan Murong a favor.

"Not much, twenty million dollars." Yan Murong stretched out two fingers and said.

"Twenty million dollars?" Toshiaki Mitsui exclaimed, as if he thought something was wrong with his ears. In this era where tens of thousands of dollars can buy a life, this guy actually charges 20 million US dollars for a consultation, is he crazy?

"You heard it right." Yan Murong said with a smile. "That's 20 million dollars."

"This—that's too much." Toshiaki Mitsui said in disbelief. "Mr. Yan, can you please be serious?"

"I'm serious." Yan Murong looked at Mitsui Junming and asked. "You said that many doctors have been dealt with your father's illness, right?"

"Yes." Toshiaki Mitsui nodded.

"That's fine." Yan Murong said. "Just because they can't cure it doesn't mean I can't cure it -- you also said that Huaxia is a magical country, and I am the magical Chinese medicine doctor of that magical country. So, I cured your father's illness, and you gave me $20 million for the consultation, which is a good deal. ”