When he came to Dong's house, Yan Murong had just taken a bath and bandaged the wound briefly, and then he was invited by the maid to go to the old man's study, where the old man and the young man were locked up in the study until the early hours of the morning, and then they rested, as for what they talked about, no one else knew except for the two parties.

Yan Murong has always been neat and tidy, and never likes to leave trouble for himself.

In the following month, Yan Murong was like taking a stimulant, the reform of the hospital was not only carried out drastically, but the factory also made it very eye-catching, and also held a special press conference and signed a cooperation agreement with Mo Jiana on the spot, which caused a lot of shock to the entire cosmetics industry.

At the same time, just when people thought that Yan Murong should stop for a while, a bombshell news was like an atomic bomb dropped into a calm lake, and it suddenly exploded.

Yan Murong announced that he will invest 10 billion Chinese dollars to establish a medical university in Hong Kong, not only Western medicine, Chinese medicine courses are the top priority, and he also promised that every year after graduation, 500 outstanding graduates will be selected for internship testing, and those who pass will get a job.

As soon as the news came out, the whole world exploded, and he offered this condition, undoubtedly to grab business with medical schools all over the world.

For a time, Yan Murong became the focus of the global media, and at the same time, in Huaxia, Yan Murong's name was officially known. Even outside his villa in Repulse Bay, reporters were surrounded every day, as soon as he appeared, he would definitely be surrounded immediately, and then all kinds of long guns and short guns flashing lights would appear in front of him, which annoyed him - but to Yan Murong's relief, during this time, Ares did not appear again.

More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye, and there are less than 20 days to go before the New Year, Yan Murong has also handled almost everything in Hong Kong, simply cleaned up, and stepped on the plane back to Yanjing. What made him depressed was that as soon as he got off the plane and turned on his mobile phone, Liang Zhengtao's call came in, urging him to go to the Ministry of Health.

"It's cold outside, isn't it?" Liang Zhengtao made a cup of Longjing tea, put it on the coffee table in front of Yan Murong, and said with a smile. "Come, drink some hot tea to warm up first, and we'll get down to business later."

"Minister Liang, I suspect now that you have arranged eyeliner by my side." Yan Murong took off the down jacket on his body, picked up the teacup and took a sip of the fragrant tea, and said with a wry smile. "If there's anything to call and say no, I'm going to rest and rest when I come back, it's good, I won't even be allowed to go home as soon as I get off the plane, so I was called over."

"You kid." Liang Zhengtao was made laugh and cry by Yan Murong's resentful expression, stood up, took out a document from a folder on his desk, put it in front of Yan Murong, and said. "Look at it, if you complain again after reading it, I can't comfort you."

"What's that?" Yan Murong took the document curiously, and before he could turn two pages, his mouth suddenly grew in surprise.

"Minister Liang, this--this is the qualification certificate for running a school?"

"That's right." Liang Zhengtao said with a smile. "This is a qualification certificate issued by the Ministry of Education in person, and it has been classified as a national key medical university, how about it? Don't complain now, right? ”

"Complaining? I don't have it. Yan Murong suddenly showed a cheap smile. Minister Liang, you have a lot of opportunities, aren't I afraid of disturbing your work -- you see, I'm embarrassed that you're so polite. ”

"You—" Liang Zhengtao chuckled and shook his head.

This qualification card represents Yan Murong, and Yan Murong couldn't be clearer.

College students in the 8~90s, that is called real college students, and when it comes to this era of colleges and universities, those who come out of technical schools dare to say that they are college students. The three words college students are basically equated with the cabbage painting on the street.

The principals of many schools want to get this qualification certificate recognized by the state, but helplessly, the country can't give it to you at all, but Yan Murong got it, and it is also a qualification certificate for a key university.

"Minister Liang, thank you." Yan Murong solemnly put away the qualification certificate that was enough to make everyone's eyes blush, and thanked Liang Zhengtao with a sincere face.

"Thank me for what?" Liang Zhengtao laughed. "I'm very optimistic about you, and if I can help you, I will naturally help you."

"But—" After a pause, Liang Zhengtao said. "That's all I can help you with, my position may have to be moved at the beginning of next year, but you can rest assured, the person who took my place is an old classmate of my party school, and I will mention you to him - oh, no, now almost all of China knows your name, I don't think he should know you without me mentioning it."

"The location is moving?" Yan Murong asked in surprise. "Which way are you going?"

"What do you say?" Liang Zhengtao laughed and didn't speak, but raised a finger and pointed upward.

"Then I'll congratulate you first." Yan Murong looked happy and asked curiously. "Can you tell us what your position is?"

"There's nothing you can't reveal." Liang Zhengtao said with a smile. "My official has achieved this position, even if he is promoted, he will not be promoted - it is nothing more than to be promoted from a grade to a grade, a deputy national level."

"That'll do fine." Yan Murong also smiled. "How many dreams of being an official are this, basically starting from the step of stepping into the official career, it is estimated that the dream is to achieve this step, you should be content, I think being an official is not that material."

"You kid deliberately sneered me, didn't you?" Liang Zhengtao looked depressed. "Needless to say, there are few people in the world who don't know each other, not to mention your father, Secretary Yan, if you're a member of the Standing Committee, even if I get promoted, I won't even be able to mix up with a Standing Committee member-besides, you're embarrassed to say that you're not an official?"

"I'm a dean at best." Yan Murong said with a smile. "It's still the kind of person who doesn't care about anything, or it's the factory director."

"Not now, doesn't mean it won't be in the future." Liang Zhengtao pointed to the qualification card that Yan Murong put in his pocket and said. "There is this thing, when your school is completed, your administrative level is at the deputy ministerial level - you kid be content, I have been mixed in the yamen for more than 30 years before I got mixed to the ministerial level, you are at the deputy ministerial level at a young age, what else is there to be dissatisfied? It is estimated that your kid is the youngest deputy minister since the founding of China. ”

"So what." Yan Murong said disapprerovingly. "You have real power, I'm a level, at most the salary is a little higher - besides, you know to fool me with a piece of paper, since they all admit that it is a national key university, why don't you say give me some money to engage in campus construction? Don't I have to pay for the money myself? ”

"You guy-" Liang Zhengtao couldn't laugh or cry at Yan Murong's words, and pointed at Yan Murong for a long time, not knowing what words to use to describe him.

"Hehe, just talk." Yan Murong smiled, stood up from the sofa, grabbed his clothes, and said. "If it's okay, I'll go home first."

"Go back, I'll ask the driver to take you." Liang Zhengtao said.

"That's a good feeling." Yan Murong smiled. "It's not easy to take a taxi in winter."

"You're afraid of traffic jams, and the meter jumps too much." Liang Zhengtao directly pierced Yan Murong's words.

At this moment, without waiting for Yan Murong to speak, the mobile phone in his pocket screamed, and when he took it out and looked at it, Yan Murong became even more depressed.

The caller ID reads the words "Yan Minghua".

Pressing the answer button with a wry smile, Yan Murong thought to herself, it seems that she can't catch up if she wants to go home and eat the lunch made by her mother.

PS: I'm home, my whole body hurts by train, continue to code words, ask for flowers!