When Yan Murong came to Liang Zhengtao's office, Liang Zhengtao was looking at a document in his hand with glasses, and when he saw Yan Murong coming in, he joked with a smile. "Comrade Xiaoyan, it's really not easy to see you now."

"What do you mean by that?"

Yan Murong said with a smile on his face, and sat on the sofa without Liang Zhengtao's signal. "No, if you call, I'll come to meet you in a hurry."

"You kid." Liang Zhengtao smiled before he said. "Do you know what I called you for?"

"That's what I want to ask." Yan Murong said. "You refused to tell me on the phone, didn't I come in a hurry."

"It's a good thing, it's a great thing." Liang Zhengtao stood up and personally took a glass of water from the water dispenser at the door before he said. "It's unfortunate that you're here, there is no tea in the office, so let's make do with some boiled water."

"Thank you." Yan Murong hurriedly took the paper cup and thanked him. Let the Minister of Health personally pour water, it is estimated that few people can have this treatment.

"If you've been busy lately, go for a contest."

Liang Zhengtao sat next to Yan Murong, looked at Yan Murong and said. "It's good for you and good for our country."

"Race?" Yan Murong just took down the water cup that he had just brought to his lips, and looked at Liang Zhengtao with a puzzled expression. "Minister Liang, what is this going to be compared to? You're the Minister of Health, so why are you still in charge of athletes part-time? - Besides, what kind of game can I still use? ”

"I can't take care of the athletes." Liang Zhengtao smiled. "This time, it's not a sporting event, it's about traditional Chinese medicine."

"Chinese medicine?" Yan Murong had a question mark in his head, and Lang spent dozens of brain cells not thinking of any other competition in the Chinese medicine world.

"Yes, it's Chinese medicine." Liang Zhengtao said. "Speaking of which, this competition is because you organized it."

"Because of me?" Yan Murong was even more surprised. "When did I have such power?"

"It's because of you, indeed." Liang Zhengtao nodded and said. "You went to the island country a few days ago, right?"

"yes, because of business, I went over there for a spin." Yan Murong asked strangely. "Could it be that this game was made by the devils of the island country?"

"That's right." Liang Zhengtao said. "We have also been paying attention to the matter of you treating Mitsui Masao, the head of the Mitsui family, and I have to say that your current reputation is very big in the island country."

"And then they're going to make a Chinese medicine competition?" Yan Murong asked.

"yes." Liang Zhengtao nodded. "This TCM competition was held in the name of the Mitsui Foundation, and invitations were sent to Chinese TCM practitioners in many countries."

"It's a mess." Yan Murong smiled incredulously. "What's in it for them to do that?"

"Of course there are a lot of benefits." Liang Zhengtao said. "Don't you know how famous you are in the island nation right now?"

"I really don't know."

Yan Murong cried and laughed. "All I know is that the journalists are crazy -- especially the women."

"Haha." Liang Zhengtao laughed. "It's because that group of female reporters is so crazy, so your fame in the island country is like a rocket, and it is very fast -- this is a good thing, our Chinese medicine can be famous abroad, which is a great good thing for our Chinese medical community."

"If I don't have time, can I stop participating?" Yan Murong asked tentatively.

"Theoretically, that's so." Liang Zhengtao smiled. "But you only have the right to choose, not the right to decide, you are going to represent our Huaxia competition this time, so you have to go, even if it comes to your grandfather, he will definitely agree."

Yan Murong felt the bitterness in his heart, how could this sound so familiar?

There is only the right to choose, not the right to decide, as if you have said such a thing, right? Retribution, retribution comes so quickly.

"Isn't it just to represent Huaxia in a Chinese medicine competition, why does your expression look like an execution ground?"

Seeing Yan Murong's reluctant expression, Liang Zhengtao was amused.

"It's not that serious." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "Since I can't refuse, let's go—but I can't promise I'll get you a first one."

"It's all about engagement." Liang Zhengtao said. "Whether you win or lose, the people who participate in the Chinese medicine competition this time are all Chinese, but the nationality is different, but the roots are all Chinese roots. Our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine has been declining for so many years, this is a good opportunity to stand up. ”

"When does the game start?"

"A week later."

"So what do I need to do?" Yan Murong asked.

"Just stay in Yanjing for the next few days." Liang Zhengtao said. "You don't have to do anything before the game, we'll take care of everything – so you'll come early tomorrow morning and shoot you a commercial."

"Shoot commercials?" Yan Murong looked confused. "What do you do with commercials?"

"Of course, it's for you." Liang Zhengtao explained. "Although you are famous in the island country, there are still too few people who know you in Huaxia, and our Huaxia people's views on Chinese medicine are similar to those on the street - don't refuse, this is the meaning of the above, and the above also wants to take this opportunity to promote Chinese medicine in Huaxia."

Is that okay too? Yan Murong smiled bitterly, he understood now. Feelings This is to package him as a star, whether you can do it or not, give you a promotion first, what heaven can slay dragons, and go to the sea to catch demons, as for how much ability you have, this is not the key, the key is that the purpose of propaganda has been achieved.

Hype, yes, it's hype, just like those celebrities, it doesn't matter if he's not popular, he makes gossip for himself, and soon he will be red and purple.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, Liang Zhengtao asked.

"Didn't think about anything." Yan Murong smiled bitterly. "Now that the country needs me, what else can I do?"

"I knew you wouldn't say no." Liang Zhengtao showed a relieved smile on his face. "Look, isn't that what you've always wanted?"

"Well, I'll be here early tomorrow morning." Yan Murong nodded and said suddenly. "But I have a request."

"Tell me about it." Liang Zhengtao nodded. "If I can be the master, I will agree, and if I can't be the master, I will mention it to the above."

"My request is simple." Yan Murong smiled. "When shooting commercials, try to make me as handsome as possible!"