"By the way, Brother Chao, you haven't said what the name of our thing is." San'er drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, wiped a handful of tea leaves stuck to the corners of his mouth and asked.

"Belle Époque." Yang Chao smiled and spit out four words.

"Belle Epoque?" Hearing these four words, San'er's mouth instantly opened the boss, and his eyes were round.

"Brother Chao, is there no mistake?" San'er asked with a surprised expression. "How did you come up with such a name? Even I, who have no culture, feel vulgar. ”

"What's so vulgar about this?" Yang Chao laughed and said. "Look at other people's treasures, isn't it more vulgar than ours? ――These four words can be regarded as timely and appropriate, and they are very suitable for the efficacy of our products. ”

As he spoke, Yang Chao looked at Situ Jin and asked with a smile. "Jin Shao, what do you think?"

"I don't care." Situ Jin shook his head and said. "It doesn't matter what it's called—as long as I can make money, I'll accept even the most ugly name."

"To the point." Yang Chao said happily. "Jin Shao is right, as long as you can make money, the name is secondary."

"But I still think it's a little vulgar." San'er muttered quietly.

"Haha, you kid." Yang laughed. "Okay, since you think it's vulgar, then you can think of a good name."

Hearing Yang Chao say that he should name the product, San'er was immediately happy, but after turning his mind for a long time, he almost wanted to explode his brain with less than 512 memory, and he didn't come up with a good name.

Scratching his head in annoyance, he said. "Oops, I can't think of a good name after thinking about it, forget it, don't think about it, just call it this name."

"But—" San'er said suddenly. "Brother Chao, will there be any bad consequences if we do this?"

"No, it won't." Yang Chao smiled and shook his head.

He has also thought about this aspect for a long time, and the consequences are certain.

However, even if Yan Murong found out that their products were the same as his, it didn't matter.

As he said before, there are so many similar goods in the supermarket, and I haven't seen any two manufacturers say who is a copycat.

Besides, even if this matter is poked out, he can completely push it all the blame on Liang Shaokun.

Originally, he gave the recipe and stole it from his father's computer.

Even if it's a big deal, it's just a free promotion of their products.

They are businessmen.

What does a businessman do? Of course, the main purpose is to make money, how do they know that this formula is copied from others? ――

At this time, the venue was already quiet, but there were still some young people with excitement on their faces.

Damn, why don't you fight? Is this the end of the fight? Except for Yan Murong's dislocated arm and Kunlun who flew out spitting blood, they didn't see what was going on at all when the two people in front of them were attacking.

Their bodies scurried like rabbits for a long time, their fists shaking like convulsions—but they didn't see it clearly.

It's not what they want.

What they want is that kind of fistfight, like the kind of fight in the movies.

Some people even came up with even crazier ideas - what kind of Chinese medicine seminar should be held, how nice it would be to change it to a martial arts conference.

It's just that these are their fantasies.

They are young, they have a rich imagination, but, in front of Liang Zhengtao and these seniors, they have almost no right to speak. Except for those who are the best of the younger generation, the rest are just here to learn.

Therefore, the idea of changing the Chinese medicine seminar to the martial arts conference is not valid at all.

There will be no emcee and host for such a seminar, so after everyone was seated, Zheng Yan, as the oldest qualified person, became the host.

After trying the microphone twice to make sure that the microphone was working properly, Zheng Yan spoke. "Colleagues, first of all, I would like to thank you for taking the time to participate in the annual TCM seminar, there were some small accidents just now, we will reveal it for the time being - now, I want to talk about an important decision of this TCM seminar, I think everyone already knows."

After a pause, Zheng Yan continued. "We have a history of 5,000 years in China, and in the same way, Chinese medicine has existed since the time of human beings, which shows that the status of Chinese medicine in China is deeply rooted - of course, I am not saying that Western medicine is bad."

Zheng Yan smiled and said. "Learning from the strengths of hundreds of schools and making up for our own shortcomings is what we need to learn."

"So, we hold annual TCM seminars to learn from each other and help each other – but that's not enough."

"So, when we got together this time, we discussed a way for us to be closer together—that is, to form a Chinese medical union."

"This old man talks a lot of nonsense." Listening to Zheng Yan standing in the middle of a long speech, Yan Murong said impatiently.

There is time to listen to him talk nonsense here, so it is better to let him go up and fight again.

"Meetings, it's all like this." Yan Minghua smiled disappreciatively. "First it's a long story about unnutritious nonsense, then it's a commendation sensational, and when it's all done, it's been more than half an hour, and finally, it's going to take a few minutes to get down to business."

"Looks like you're doing this kind of thing." No matter what Zheng Yan said there, Yan Murong chatted with Yan Minghua on his own.

"Bah, do I have that leisure?" Yan Minghua said angrily. "With that time, I might as well get some beauty sleep—hey, I hate to admit it, but when a woman turns thirty, she always feels that something is wrong with her body—oh, yes, son, can I use the prescription you gave your mother?"

"It works." Yan Murong looked at Yan Minghua's delicate cheeks that were charming and charming, without a trace of flaw, and said. "It's just that you're not old now, so it's the same whether you use it or not."

"Oh, you have such a good eye." Hearing Yan Murong praise her for her youth, Yan Minghua was overjoyed. "I think it's the same, it's a three-point poison, I'm still young, it's really not good to use it, well, let's use it again in another twenty or thirty years - it's still cost-effective to sleep more every day, beautiful women, it's all out of sleep."

Regarding Yan Minghua's narcissism, although Yan Murong is used to it, there is always a little chill when he listens to it.

Do women sleep out?

As a result, Yan Murong had an idea in his heart.

Did you sleep out of yourself, or did you sleep out of someone else?

ps: Students, I can't care about the cold on the ground for a long night, and I am rolling and begging for flowers, otherwise I will be blown up by others.