"Mr. Yan, how is it? Are you still satisfied with today's dishes? Mitsui Masao looked at Yan Murong with a smile and asked.

"Not bad." Yan Murong nodded.

To tell the truth, the level of these Chinese chefs invited by Mitsui Toshiaki is really good, and the dishes cooked have not been improved, but are original Chinese dishes.

"Yes, it tastes good, I haven't eaten Huaxia food for a long time." Mitsui Masao said with a sigh, and suddenly, the conversation changed. "I wonder if Mr. Yan's cosmetics business needs a partner?"

"Huh?" Yan Murong was stuffing a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs into his mouth, and when he heard Mitsui Masao's words, he was slightly stunned.

"I mean, I wonder if our Mitsui Foundation has the honor to be Mr. Yan's partner?" Masao Mitsui said his thoughts very directly.

"Uh-this, it doesn't seem to work." Yan Murong refused, and only one bone was left in three or two bites of a piece of sauce-flavored pork ribs, and then wiped the sauce sticking to the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said. "I don't think you can look down on my petty business."

"You can't say that." Mitsui Masao smiled, didn't seem to hear the rejection in Yan Murong's words, and said. "No one can get rich overnight, wealth is accumulated little by little - you have a saying in China, it is called: no matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat, isn't it? I think this sentence is very philosophical. ”

Philosophical, uncle, Yan Murong secretly scolded in his heart, are all the people of the Mitsui family dogs? How do you smell the smell of meat and come together? What's more, this meat hasn't been cooked yet, and the speed is not slow.

"I also think it's very philosophical." Yan Murong also smiled. "But don't you think this mosquito is too small?"

"That's the same, eat, let's eat."

Seeing that Yan Murong refused again, Mitsui Masao also changed the topic, he hadn't reached the point where he had to lose his face, since people didn't agree, he wouldn't mention it anymore-

"What are you laughing at? So happy? Not long after Yan Murong returned to the hotel, Yan Minghua walked in with a smile on his face, shook the high heels on his feet very unimpressively, threw his bag on the sofa, and walked over with his bare snow-white jade feet that were enough to kill the eyeballs of countless men on the thick floor, and sat next to Yan Murong.

"Little Swallow, you've learned badly." Hugging Yan Murong's neck, Yan Minghua said with a strange smile.

"Bad learning? How did I get bad? Yan Murong was confused.

"If you don't go home at night, it's not bad to learn?" Yan Minghua said with a smile. "Tell me, where did you go last night? There are two big beauties here and you don't come back, is the woman of this island country so good? -- Yes, when it comes to bed technology, it is true that women in island countries are more skilled than women in any other country. ”

"Don't guess." Yan Murong shook his head depressedly. "I just went out to run some errands last night. By the way, I have something to tell you. ”

"What a coincidence, I have something to tell you too."

"Then I'll start with that." Yan Murong nodded, and told Yan Minghua about the three things that Mitsui Masao promised him.

"And this kind of good thing?" Yan Minghua looked surprised. "When did these island dwarfs become so generous? No, isn't that scientific? ”

"I didn't ask you if you were scientific or not." Yan Murong patted his head in distress. "I wanted to ask for your opinion, after all, I am not familiar with business operations."

"My opinion? I don't have much of an opinion. Yan Minghua said. There's just a problem - it doesn't matter if you want to open a medical clinic in an island country, who are you going to hand over to manage it? You haven't figured out such a big mess in Hong Kong yet, and you've spread the stall here again, and you're busy? ”

yes, who is going to manage it?

Yan Murong shook his head in distress, this question made him really entangled.

The hospital in Hong Kong is now managed by Teng Xiangling, and the factory in Guangdong is almost managed by Duan Zixuan alone, as for Hua Cuo and Zhong Zhenguo, it is even more impossible, they are gone, what should I do in the hospital? As for himself, it is even more unlikely.

Do you want Dong Wuyan to manage? No, it doesn't.

Let's not say that he doesn't worry about Dong Wuyan staying here, even if he is relieved, Dong Wuyan may not agree.

"Blind, huh?" Looking at Yan Murong's entangled face, Yan Minghua said with a smile.

"Laugh at something, help me come up with an idea." Yan Murong said depressedly. "Otherwise, I'll have to dig into the corners of the country."

"Digging into the corners of the country?" Yan Minghua laughed even harder. "I said, Little Swallow, do you think this is possible? Which hospital do you think you can dig up the TCM practitioners? They don't stay in such a good place, why do they have to come all the way to this place? ”

"What then?" Yan Murong asked depressedly.

"It's easy to do." Yan Minghua thought about it and said. "Didn't you say some time ago that you were going to recruit interns - since you are recruiting interns, then by the way, you will open the salary a little higher, and by the way, recruit a few experts, as for how many you can recruit, it is difficult to say. However, as long as one is recruited, then send a few more interns here, and by the way, why not send a few more interns over? ”

"Is that okay?" Yan Murong said with some worry. He was a little worried about the medical skills of the interns.

"What's not to do?" Yan Minghua said analytically. "You see, what do they say, it's also a professional background, right? At least the foundation is still there, but there is a lack of some operational experience, and if there is an old expert with you, you should be able to get started soon - besides, this is an island country, not China. Even if someone is killed, there is no pity. ”

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless for a while, this woman's thinking is too powerful, but it's quite right to think about it, anyway, it's an island country, let's treat death, not to mention that the basic Chinese medicine is some minor diseases, and those with serious illnesses have already gone to the hospital to line up.

"That's it for now." Yan Murong thought for a while, looked at Yan Minghua and asked. "What's the matter with you?"

"Two things." Yan Minghua stretched out two fingers and said. "Good news, bad news, which do you want to hear first?"

"Let's talk about the bad ones first."

"The bad news is that Li Tianhua can't wait to peel you off and cramp now."

"And what about the good news?"

"The good news is that he doesn't dare."

"What did you do to him?" Yan Murong asked suspiciously.

"Didn't do anything." Yan Minghua said with a smile. "It's just that this guy doesn't know where he suddenly got a sum of money and wants to spend it with us, but I found someone to take over 20% of the shares in the hands of those three shareholders, so he hates you to death now."