Luoyang guessed correctly, the final destination of the luxury convoy was not a palace, but a luxurious office building.

This situation also surprised Hu Bufei, and after getting out of the car, he glanced at the office building and came to Luoyang's side, and asked Zhou Jianguo, who had just gotten off the car: "Mr. Zhou, why is it here?"

Zhou Jianguo accompanied a smiling face: "Don't worry, you are probably tired after flying for several hours, you go to the reception room to rest first, and I will go to say hello to the leader."

He arranged for a young female staff member to take Luoyang and Hu Bufei into a reception room in the office building, made a cup of tea for Luoyang and Hu Bufei, and went out.

"What's going on?" Hu Bufei had the opportunity to ask Luoyang.

"The situation of the Chinese brand."

Hu Bufei was puzzled: "What is the situation of the Chinese brand?"

Luoyang said briefly.

Hu Bufei was anxious on the spot: "Nonsense! What if they are afraid of taking risks, so conservative, and delaying our affairs? Our business is also important! No, I'll call Lao Zheng right away and ask him to communicate."

"Don't." Luoyang suppressed Hu Bufei's hand that was about to take the phone.

Hu Bufei looked at Luoyang, and his heart was even more confused: "What is your situation?"

Luo Yang smiled: "Everyone has difficulties, we also have to understand the difficulties of the CEO of this company, it's just to treat one more patient, it's nothing."

A suspicious look flashed in Hu Bufei's eyes: "I don't believe it, you tell me the truth."

Luo Yang spread his hands: "You have changed, you believed everything I said before, but now you don't even have the most basic trust."

"Speak human words."

"Okay, I have to make money, you have a salary, I flew all the way over, I have to earn three melons and two dates, right?" Luoyang's tone was humble.

"Also, how much are you going to charge?" Hu Bufei asked.

Luoyang said: "For the sake of Zheng Lao's face, I will symbolically collect a little, just 10 million."

"Huh?" Hu Bufei was taken aback, "You have to collect 10 million!" Why are you so expensive?"

Luo Yang said lightly: "Tens of billions of business, what's wrong with me collecting 10 million?"

"You must be the most expensive doctor in the world."

Luoyang said, "I'm the best doctor in the world, isn't it normal for me to charge the most expensive?"

"Then when you treat that princess, do you have to charge for it?" Hu Bufei thought of this.

Luo Yang nodded: "Of course, all beings are equal."

"And how much are you going to charge?"

Luoyang thought for a while: "The princess must be a little more expensive, otherwise she can't be worthy of the noble status of others, so I will collect 16.88 million and send it all the way."

Hu Bufei: "......"

Why don't you grab it!

It's just that it's really hard to say.

At this moment, two people came to the door, and walking in front was a burly man, in his fifties, with a Chinese face and a serious expression, giving people a sense of not being angry and arrogant.

This person is a leader at first glance.

Walking behind this person is Zhou Jianguo, which is also in line with his status as an assistant.

Luoyang felt no sense of this person, but he still stood up.

"Let me introduce you to the two of you, this is the vice president of our company, Mr. Tang Deshan." Zhou Jianguo introduced.

Tang Deshan thought that after listening to Zhou Jianguo's introduction, Luoyang would come forward to shake hands with him, and it was the kind of hands, but Luoyang was just standing there, and the old god was looking at him, and he didn't mean to come forward to shake hands with him at all.

Hu Bufei didn't move, and the last thing that anyone who touched the barrel of the gun was this set. He actually refers to Luoyang, if Luoyang goes up to shake hands with Tang Deshan, he will also go up.

Tang Deshan's brows furrowed slightly.

The two young men were clearly ignorant.

Zhou Jianguo was a little embarrassed, and introduced the two of them to Tang Deshan: "Mr. Tang

, this is Master Luoyang Luo, and this is his assistant Mr. Hu Bufei Hu."

Luoyang took a step forward and stretched out a hand to shake hands with Tang Deshan, only one.

Tang Deshan's face was displeased, but he still shook hands with Luoyang and Hu Bufei.

"Sit down and talk." Tang Deshan said.

Luoyang and Hu Bufei took their seats, and Zhou Jianguo went to make a cup of tea for Tang Deshan. His teacup is a pulped purple sand cup, Luoyang and Hu Bufei use ceramic teacups, and the tea leaves are not the same, the tea leaves in the purple sand cup are valuable black tea, and Luoyang and Hu Bufei drink ordinary green tea.

Tang Deshan picked up the purple sand cup and blew it twice, but he didn't drink it and put the purple sand cup down, he looked at Luoyang: "Master Luo, just now Xiao Zhou came over and told me your request, you want 10 million here, right?"

"Yes." Luoyang is just one word.

Tang Deshan laughed: "My annual salary is a little more than 500,000 yuan, and you will ask for 10 million when you open your mouth, I have to save for 20 years without eating or drinking, isn't it a bit high?"

Luoyang said with a smile: "It's indeed a bit high, I told Mr. Zhou about 10 million before I didn't think about it, I took it back, I don't want money, let's treat the patient first."

Hu Bufei couldn't help but glance at Luoyang, with a hint of surprise in his eyes, so soon?

Zhou Jianguo also reacted in the same way, he thought that Luoyang would state his reason for asking for 10 million, and then bargain with Mr. Tang or something, but he didn't expect Mr. Tang to ask casually, Luoyang didn't want money. He glanced at Tang Deshan, with a hint of admiration in his eyes, it was not the boss, just one sentence shocked such a demonic master.

"Uh, that's good, who is that, Xiao Zhou, you take Master Luo to see the patient, I still have something on hand, and then come over." Tang Deshan said.

"Okay, Mr. Tang." Zhou Jianguo stretched out his hand to invite, "Master Luo, please come with me."

Luoyang followed Zhou Jianguo.

Hu Bufei followed, lowered his voice and said, "Your plan has become too fast, do you still have principles?"

Luo Yang smiled indifferently: "Don't you also think that I charge too much, *** I won't charge it, don't charge it, don't buy you a good impression."

Hu Bufei: "......"

His intuition told him that this handsome man must have other plans, but he couldn't guess it.

A few minutes later, Zhou Jianguo took Luoyang and Hu Bufei to the door of a Taoist house.

Luoyang glanced up, and there was a red cross sign next to the door, which was probably the company's internal infirmary.

Zhou Jianguo didn't knock on the door, he directly pushed open the door and walked in.

Luoyang and Hu Bufei also followed into the door.

The space behind the door is still very large, with a doctor's desk and a medicine cabinet. There was a partition in the middle of the room made of glass, and there was a hospital bed in the back, and some medical equipment, a heart test, an oxygen cylinder, or something.

On the hospital bed lay a little girl of seven or eight years old, with a sallow complexion, wearing a breathing mask, with her eyes closed, and dying.

Standing beside the hospital bed were two men, one wearing a white robe and a piece of cloth on his head, who were from Sabah. One is a Chinese face wearing a white coat, who is supposed to be the company's in-house doctor.

Luoyang is also a doctor, so he naturally knows that to be a doctor in a Huazitou company, he must not only have a strong academic certificate, but also have a relationship. The doctor standing at the bedside must have earned a lot more than the doctor in the public hospital, and his work is quite free.

Zhou Jianguo reached out and knocked on the glass door.

The doctor and the Sabah man looked at it together.