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Seeing Xu Qiang leave, Zhu Dahai finally sat down on the chair with a grunt.

"Sir, what's the matter with you, sir?" The tea master came in.

When Xu Qiang came just now, for the convenience of talking, Zhu Dahai drove out the tea art master and his subordinates. It was not until Xu Qiang left that the tea art master who had been waiting outside came in.

As soon as he came in, he saw Zhu Dahai sitting on a chair, short of breath, and his face looked ashen, and it was obvious at a glance that something was wrong.

The tea master exclaimed, and Zhu Dahai's subordinates came in.

"Go to the hospital!" Zhu Dahai ordered.

He didn't believe Xu Qiang's words at first, although he often felt flustered and short of breath, he just thought it was because he smoked too much.

Because of the consequences of smoking, he couldn't be more clear in his heart, but he was too addicted to smoking, and after two attempts to quit smoking failed, he gave up the idea of ​​quitting smoking.

Just now Xu Qiang told him that he was sick, and it was a fatal disease, which made him suspicious, suspecting that something was wrong with his body.

Go to the hospital, private hospital, check.

"Has the family members come?" The doctor looked at Zhu Dahai with the test results.

Zhu Dahai's face became even more ugly when he asked his family members.

He also usually watches some TV series. When the doctor in the TV series asks if the family members are around, the results are basically very pessimistic.

For a moment, Zhu Dahai felt a little weak.

"Just tell me directly!"

"It's better to call the family members..." The doctor was a little embarrassed.

As an experienced doctor, he knows that it is best not to tell the patient about the condition directly, otherwise the patient may be frightened.

Once the patient is frightened, anything can happen.

"What kind of family members are you looking for? If I tell you to tell me, just tell me. Can't you understand human language?" Zhu Dahai, who suspected that the situation was serious and emotionally unstable, immediately broke out.

Fortunately, I didn't completely lose my mind, I just yelled at the doctor.

Even so, the doctor was so scared that he almost called for help.

"Tell me, what's the result of the test?" Seeing that the doctor was frightened, Zhu Dahai realized that the doctor should not be frightened, otherwise who would explain the test result to him?
Taking a deep breath, Zhu Dahai managed to slow down his voice.

"Lung cancer!"

"Is it serious?" Hearing the word lung cancer, Zhu Dahai immediately felt that the sky was falling, because cancer is equated with death in the eyes of ordinary people.

Fortunately, he still has some understanding. He knows that cancer does not mean death. If the cancer is in the early stage, the success rate of cure is still very high.

Even if it spreads in the advanced stage, it can improve the quality of life to a certain extent and reduce the physical pain of cancer patients.

"Late stage, spread!"

"I want an expert to re-examine me!" Zhu Dahai didn't believe it at all.

The hospital may have misdiagnosed, and he seriously suspected that he had been misdiagnosed.

At Zhu Dahai's insistence, experts from the hospital were called in to conduct a new test, and it was a targeted special test.

Finally, the results of the inspection came out and were interpreted to him by experts.

"Is it a misdiagnosis?"

"Sorry!" The expert shook his head and said.

Zhu Dahai suddenly felt hopeless, the lung cancer had already spread.

"How long do I have?" Zhu Dahai said hoarsely.

The answer he received made him even more devastated, because experts told him that the longest time may not exceed half a year, and it may even be shorter.

"Expert, is it possible that someone can see my illness at a glance without feeling the pulse or doing any examination!" Zhu Dahai suddenly thought of Xu Qiang.

"Generally speaking, it is impossible, unless it is some Chinese medicine masters, master level!"

"Could it be that Xu Qiang is a master of Chinese medicine?" Zhu Dahai doubted.

When Zhu Dahai was diagnosed with cancer, Xu Qiang was at the cannery.

Deputy factory manager Zhang approached him and said he had something very important to tell him.

"What's the matter?" Xu Qiang looked at Deputy Factory Manager Zhang.

"Boss, try these two cans!" Deputy Factory Manager Zhang took out two cans from his bag, both of which were in glass bottles.

Looking at the two cans, Xu Qiang was a little surprised.

Scrambled eggs with chives is a home-cooked dish, and Xu Qiang has eaten it countless times, but this is the first time Xu Qiang has seen canned eggs with leeks.

If Deputy Factory Manager Zhang hadn't emphasized that this was canned food instead of scrambled eggs with leeks in a glass bottle, Xu Qiang would not have believed it.

"Is it new?"

"It was made a month ago!"

"It tastes good, ordinary restaurants can't make this kind of taste!" Xu Qiang twisted open the can and tasted it, unexpectedly the taste was very good.

Even for ordinary chefs, the freshly made scrambled eggs with leeks may not be as good as this canned eggs with leeks.

Another very important point is that the shape is very well preserved, not messy like paste, it looks appetizing.

"Boss, do you think we can produce this kind of canned food?"

"Good idea!" Xu Qiang's eyes lit up.

His canning factory has not started yet, but the direction of production has been determined, mainly canned vegetables and fruits, and canned meat will be added in the future, mainly pork, beef and fish.

However, these cans belong to the category of traditional cans. The patented new canning technology is nothing more than better in shape, better nutritional preservation, and no additives.

It would be different if canned dishes of leek eggs could be produced.

Because according to Xu Qiang's understanding, there are no canned dishes on the market at all, but there are cooking bags, which are to freeze the dishes directly at low temperature after they are cooked.

The problem is that when the dish package is stored, it must be frozen at low temperature throughout, otherwise there is a possibility of deterioration, and the taste of the dish package is not very good. It can only be said to be a relatively fast fast food.

However, the canned chives and eggs brought by deputy factory manager Zhang are different. They are preserved at room temperature and taste like freshly fried. If they can be introduced to the market, they will definitely be very popular.

The problem is that it is the first time Xu Qiang has seen this kind of canned food. There is no similar canned food in the market, at least Xu Qiang has never seen the same kind of audience.

"I knew you would like it, boss. In fact, this kind of canned food was made by my friend. He is a chef and the head chef of a five-star hotel. He has a special hobby. He likes to make various types of canned food. He The resulting canned dishes are not just scrambled eggs with leeks.”

"The head chef of a five-star hotel?" Xu Qiang was a little surprised.

"Yes, it's just that he's been in a bit of trouble recently. His son is getting married, and he's going to buy a house for his son, but because of some accidents last year, he's almost spent all his savings and has no money to buy a house. If the boss can help him solve the problem, it will not be difficult for him to dig in!"

"Okay, make an appointment for me!" Xu Qiang nodded.

In Xu Qiang's view, as long as the problem can be solved with money, it is not a problem. After he came to Ice City, especially after he mastered the ability to identify antiques with ghost eyes, the cash in his account has always belonged to the first level.

What's more, he reached an agreement with Falcon some time ago, and his private property that had been impounded has been returned to him, which made his pockets skyrocket again.

Now in his bank account, there is a large amount of money that can't be spent.

"Let me introduce. This is Xu Qiang, the owner of our canning factory. This is my friend, Wang Xiaoyu, the head chef of the five-star hotel!" The next afternoon, Deputy Factory Manager Zhang arranged to meet.

The meeting place was at his home, he took his wife to work, and his son also went to work, which happened to be the place where Xu Qiang and Wang Xiaoyu met.

"Hello!" Xu Qiang looked a little strange.

Because the man named Wang Xiaoyu looks like he is in his 50s, with a big head and a thick neck, he really has nothing to do with Xiaoyu.

At the same time, Xu Qiang also rang. No wonder the name Wang Xiaoyu is familiar. It turned out that there were ten famous chefs in ancient my country, and one of them was Wang Xiaoyu.

The difference from Wang Xiaoyu in front of him is only a homonym.

"Old Zhang, is there something going on today?" Although Wang Xiaoyu is a chef with a big head and a thick neck, it doesn't mean that he has a bad brain.

One look at Xu Qiang, and he guessed something was up.

"Let me tell you! I have tasted the canned dishes you made, and they taste very good. They are much better than the food packages that need to be frozen at low temperature on the market. I am very interested in your technology of making canned dishes!" Xu Qiang said .

"You want to buy my technology?"

"I want technology, and I am more optimistic about you. I want you to work in my factory!" Xu Qiang stated the purpose straight to the point.

"I am very satisfied with my current job!"

"But with your current job, it is impossible to buy a house for your son in the short term!" Xu Qiang smiled confidently, because he knew Wang Xiaoyu's weakness.

Wang Xiaoyu wants to buy a house for his son, but he has no savings now.

In Bingcheng, as long as you have a slightly better location and a slightly more spacious house, you can't afford two or three million yuan.

What's more, getting married is not just about buying a house, there are many places to spend money.

For a beautiful wedding, there are definitely a lot of expenses in all aspects.

Hearing Xu Qiang's words, Wang Xiaoyu frowned.

He was not surprised that Xu Qiang knew that he needed money to buy a house for his son. Several of his good friends knew that he was worried about it.

Deputy factory director Zhang is his good friend, so of course he knows it too.

Xu Qiang is the boss of Deputy Factory Manager Zhang, so he must have known about it from Zhang's mouth.

Wang Xiaoyu remained silent. Although he was very satisfied with his current job, as the head chef of a five-star hotel, his current income level was definitely high-end.

The problem is that his son is going to get married soon, and he wants to buy a house for his son. It is impossible to wait a few years to save enough money to buy it.

"How much salary can you give me?"

"If you are willing to work in my factory, I can let you be the deputy factory director with an annual salary of one million!" Xu Qiang said with a smile.

An annual salary of one million is already a high salary, and it is impossible to give it too high.

Hearing Xu Qiang's salary, Wang Xiaoyu's brows still did not relax. Although Xu Qiang's salary is much higher than his as a chef, it is still not possible to buy a house for his son and hold a beautiful wedding in a short time. Completed.

If we wait a few more years, the son can afford to wait, but the child in the daughter-in-law's womb cannot afford to wait. If there is no wedding, the child may be born.

And the sooner the wedding is held, the better, otherwise he is afraid that his daughter-in-law will carry out the wedding with a big belly, and the child in her belly will have accidents.

"I admit that you gave me a high salary, but you should know the house price in Bingcheng. Even if you give me a high salary, it's still not enough to buy a house!" Wang Xiaoyu shook his head.

"I haven't finished yet, you not only have a salary, as long as you agree to join the job and sign the contract, you will get a lot of signing fees!"

"How many can there be?"

"That depends on how good your canned dishes are. If the taste satisfies me, several million dishes are possible!" Xu Qiang didn't immediately make a promise.

He has only tasted canned dishes with scrambled eggs with leeks. He wonders if other canned dishes made by Wang Xiaoyu can reach the level of scrambled eggs with leeks?