Huang Shaohong pretended to go outside to pick up things in the car, returned to his car and sat for a while, and took out ten porcelain bottles from his bag, which contained the 'Eight Treasures Killing Soup'.

He put these life-killing soups in a convenient bag and was about to get out of the car, but he felt that it was inappropriate, although the life-killing soup was diluted, but the medicinal effect is also a miracle in modern society.

Xiao Song's injury is okay to say, after all, it is not serious if it is newly scalded, and it will pass after a few words, if it completely heals other people's old injuries in an instant, it may cause others to be suspicious.

He thought about it and put away five more bottles, opened the remaining five porcelain bottles one by one, poured out most of the bottles, and then mixed the same amount of mineral water into it.

Back in the private room, each person was divided into bottles, and then instructed: "If you have old injuries, you can try it now, there is no guarantee that it will be cured, but it will definitely have an effect!" ”

Xiao Song tasted the sweetness, and opened a bottle directly: "I have an injury to my waist, I didn't want to be good, I just drank a bottle and felt comfortable, I'll drink another bottle to see!" ”

As he spoke, he dried up a bottle, although he felt that it was much thinner than the soup he had drunk before, but he was not sure, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

After drinking, he explained to a few people: "This medicinal soup has the same flavor as eight-treasure porridge, and there are red beans in it, but the effect is quack, hey...... You see my waist is hot, it must have an effect! ”

As he spoke, he leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair, and if there was no one around, he could hum comfortably.

Xu Laoguan didn't look like he was pretending, and asked in surprise, "It's really so easy to use?" ”

In less than a minute, the potion passed, Xiao Song stood up and walked two steps, moved his waist, and kicked his legs: "Oh, I'll go, it's much easier!" ”

Xiao Song started on the stage, but a few years ago, he broke his waist on the stage, I heard that it was quite serious, and everyone sitting here knew about it, and now seeing him twist his waist and swing his hips, it is obviously not much of a problem, and several people value the decoction in their hands a little more.

The martial arts instructor Li Chengtian hurriedly took his bottle of medicinal soup, he had a lot of dark wounds left by doing martial arts all year round, after drinking it, he also felt that there was a warm current in the old wounds, and his body felt light and healthy, thinking that the effect of this medicine on blood circulation and blood stasis was strong, and at the same time, he praised this decoction as a good thing.

Xu Lao Wei also had an old wound on his waist, and when he saw that the two of them drank it and said that this medicine was good, he also opened his bottle, first smelled the intuition of a rice fragrance, and then drank it with confidence, and then said strangely: "It's really the taste of eight-treasure porridge, the more you taste, the more it looks!" ”

Less than three seconds after he finished speaking, the medicine came up, and Old Monster Xu covered his waist with a look of shock on his face: "This medicine ...... This medicine is actually faster than our 30-year-old plaster king on Hong Kong Island, my waist ...... Comfortable! ”

After speaking, he looked like Xiao Song just now, leaning on the back of the chair and humming softly through his nose, and when the medicine passed, Xu Laowei also stood up and moved, and sure enough, his body was relaxed.

After experiencing it for himself, there was no longer any suspicion, and Xu Laowei gave Huang Shaohong a thumbs up: "Pretty boy, even if I owe you a personal favor, your medicine is a good thing, you have to sell me some when you go back!" ”

Huang Shaohong is waiting for this sentence, which can make these people owe him favors, and he can also open the market, go back and adjust the ratio, and dilute it

The effect of a course of medication or health medicine.

Deputy Director Zhang watched the whole process from the side, he knew that he could pick up a big bargain by dividing a bottle, although there was nothing wrong with him, but his father fell on a bicycle last year, and his leg was not good yet, with such a good medicine to honor his father, how could he not be happy, and hurriedly beckoned the waiter to order.

Xiao Song saw Director Zhao holding the bottle and looking at it, he thought that the other party didn't believe it, so he hurriedly said: "Director Zhao, my good master, you don't even believe me, the ready-made cases are here, you hurry up and drink it, and see the effect!" ”

Director Zhao waved his hand and asked Huang Shaohong: "I look at your bottle, it should be an old object, I don't think this craft is like a modern thing, I have some hobbies for antiques, but my eyesight is not good, I can't see it accurately!" ”

Xu Lao Wei also likes antiques, Wen Yan picked up the porcelain vase just now and looked at it, and nodded again and again after a while: "Yes, this craft seems to be from the late Qing Dynasty!" ”

Huang Shaohong naturally knew what was going on, it was originally a thing from the end of the Qing Dynasty, but he put it in his bag and brought it to modern times, missing the traces of time.

He thought about it, and deliberately showed a look of admiration on his face and exclaimed: "Two good eyes, although this is not an antique, but it is indeed something that I asked a friend to fire according to the ancient method of the late Qing Dynasty, but the level is average, and it does not reach the level of fine products." ”

Director Zhao nodded again and again, he likes antiques, but he is still in the learning stage, and he is extremely satisfied with his eyesight today.

Later, Director Zhao also took the 'Death Soup', he was born as a comedian, and he inevitably made fun of this medicine and 'Eight Treasure Porridge', which made the atmosphere between several people much easier.

A bottle of 'life-killing soup' went down to the stomach, and after a while, Director Zhao also experienced the benefits, originally he did a few years ago, leaving a slight sequelae, such as the arm is slightly inflexible, and the nerves on the two arms are also faintly painful, at this time these symptoms have all been alleviated.

He clenched his fist vigorously, and found that he was already able to use a little force, so he waved his arm happily, and then thanked Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong didn't take credit for this, but smiled indifferently: "Don't thank me for this, if Brother Song hadn't been beaten by me with a cigarette butt, we wouldn't have known each other, and you wouldn't have been able to drink my decoction!" ”

While everyone laughed, Xiao Song was a little embarrassed: "Okay brother, don't talk about this in the future, don't I almost hurt you!" ”

Except for Deputy Director Zhang, everyone else in the room felt the magic of this 'life-killing soup', and offered to buy some of this 'soup' or keep it for themselves or give it to their relatives.

Huang Shaohong thought about it, he felt that he shouldn't let others think that this medicine was easy to obtain, so he immediately apologized and said: "This decoction is a little difficult to do, the yield is not very high, if you want to buy it, you have to wait for a while!" ”

Everyone nodded their heads to show their understanding, if it was easy to get such a good medicine, wouldn't it have been popular all over the country long ago, and immediately said to Huang Shaohong that if the decoction is made, they must keep it, and when they ask for it again, they can't ask for it in vain, they will all pay.

This will be kung fu, the hot pot has already been made, everyone is eating and talking, during the banquet, Xiao Song asked Huang Shaohong: "Brother, I asked you for dinner before, you said that there is still something, I don't know what is going on, is there a hurry, come out and see if my brother can help!" ”

After all, it is a meeting in Pingshui, and everyone sitting here has taken advantage of others, and Xiao Song's words also mean that he really wants to help.

Huang Shaohong didn't care, so he said directly: "I have some old things in my hands, and I plan to find an antique store in the afternoon to take a look, can I exchange some money to spend!" ”

Speaking of antiques, Director Zhao and Xu Laowei's eyes lit up, both of them are rich people, and they both have a hobby for antiques, especially the former is still in the learning stage, where can there be a bad faith when I hear this.

immediately discussed with Huang Shaohong whether he could let them pass.

'Over the hand' is not the meaning of the fight, in the antique industry is to play with a look, if you say' broken dynasty' is to judge the true and false age, called the palm eye.

Because Director Zhao is an antique lover, he said that he had done it, which is self-humility.

In addition to buying arms, most of the money Huang Shaohong made in Huang Feihong's world was bought antiques, and he had already thought about selling them to make money, and he was not allowed to ask the two directors.

He smiled directly: "The two of you want to help take a look, that's a good feeling, you wait for me for a while, the thing is in the car, I'll go get it now!" ”

What he said made Xiao Song laugh: "I said brother, why do you put all the good things in the car, and you are not afraid of being stolen!" ”

When the others heard this, they couldn't help but wonder, isn't it, just how much is this good medicine worth, and the plastic bag is in the car.

Director Zhao simply joked: "Is your car for sale?" ”

Xiao Huang was joking again until this old urchin, and immediately replied: "I don't sell it, I still keep it for lunch!" ”