The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

The prosperity of the capital is like a feast that never ends, and Ye Chen's business is like a fish in water. Under Mo Tong's careful management, Ye Chen's business is like a bright new star, and quickly squeezed into the top three businesses in the capital. In order to give back to the people's love and support, Ye Chen decided to hold a grand charity dinner.

As night fell and the lights came on, the venue of the charity dinner was decorated with gold and jade. The dignitaries, dressed in gorgeous clothes, filed in one after another, and the luxury of the capital was fully displayed between their clothes and hair. Ye Chen was wearing a dark blue brocade robe with exquisite dark patterns embroidered with gold threads, which flashed a low-key and luxurious light under the lights. Meizi was wearing a lavender floor-length dress dotted with tiny crystals, like stars falling to the earth. The two of them stood together, charming and charming.

However, in this banquet full of guests, Ye Chen and Meizi's eyes were drawn to the entrance. Sisi and Qiao Yu also came in slowly. They were dressed up carefully. Princess Sisi wore a goose yellow palace dress. The exquisite tailoring perfectly showed her graceful figure. The pearls and jade on her head shone charmingly under the lights. Qiao Yu wore a white brocade dress, with a dignified bearing. The two of them instantly became the highlight of the party.

Ye Chen stood on the stage, his eyes swept across the audience, his voice loud and steady: "Everyone, I invited you all here today to thank you for your help and support to my Ye's company. In order to give back to the society, I am willing to donate 20% of the company's income to charity." As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of noise in the venue. At this time, a man walked in from the entrance of the banquet hall. It was Yan Song, one of the four rich young men in Beijing. He was the second-ranked figure in the Beijing Chamber of Commerce. He had always been dissatisfied with the rise of Ye Chen's company. He felt that Ye Chen had taken away part of the market that originally belonged to him, and today he deliberately came to ruin the scene.

Yan Song glanced at Ye Chen and said in a sarcastic tone: "Hey, Mr. Ye, are you going to use this little money to gain fame? When is it your turn to speak nonsense about charity in the capital?" Ye Chen frowned slightly and responded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "Mr. Yan, charity is something that everyone can do. I'm just doing my best. Unlike you, who only wants to hold the money in your hands." Yan Song was choked by these words and his face turned black. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.

After settling down for a while, the auction began.

On the auction table, a piece of red brocade was slowly unveiled, and the first thing that appeared was an exquisite white jade Guanyin statue. The Guanyin statue had a kind face, fluttering clothes, and the white jade was warm and delicate, and it seemed to emit a soft halo under the light. The auctioneer was dressed in a decent dress, holding an exquisite auction hammer in his hand, and introduced in a loud and infectious voice: "My lords and ladies, this white jade Guanyin statue was made by a court craftsman. Its carving is exquisite and the jade is of high quality. It is rare in the world. The starting price is one thousand taels of silver."

As the auctioneer finished speaking, the guests in the audience began to bid.

"One thousand one hundred taels!"

"One thousand three hundred taels!"

The bids came one after another. Yan Song and Ye Chen were also competing secretly. Yan Song glared at Ye Chen fiercely and shouted, "Two thousand taels!" Ye Chen was calm and leisurely, raising the price slowly: "Two thousand five hundred taels."

Then, another item was presented, a landscape painting with an antique flavor. When the painting was unfolded, the landscape seemed to come alive, with overlapping mountains and shrouded in clouds and mist. Every detail showed the painter's superb skills. The auctioneer said passionately: "This is a work of a master from the previous dynasty. It is well preserved and has a very high artistic value. The starting price is 800 taels."

This time, Yan Song couldn't wait to bid: "One thousand taels!" Ye Chen smiled slightly and gently raised the sign in his hand: "One thousand five hundred taels."

Finally, there was an exquisite porcelain vase on the auction table, with a unique shape and bright glaze. Ye Chen looked at the porcelain vase and smiled in his heart, thinking that it was just a high-quality imitation made by him using modern knowledge. During the auction, Yan Song and Ye Chen competed with each other. Yan Song wanted to suppress Ye Chen, and the price soared. In the end, Yan Song bought the porcelain at a high price. But when he happily took the porcelain vase and looked at it carefully, he felt something was wrong. He believed that Ye Chen had cheated him and could not help but get angry.

Yan Song stood up suddenly, pointed at Ye Chen and shouted loudly: "You are so good, Ye Chen, how dare you use fake things to cheat me, do you think I, Yan Song, am easy to bully?" Ye Chen said innocently: "Mr. Yan, this is an auction house, the highest bidder wins, you wanted to buy it yourself, how can you blame me?" Yan Song didn't want to hear all this, and waved his hand viciously, "Come here, teach this ignorant Ye Chen a lesson." In an instant, the venue fell into chaos and the fight began.

Ye Chen protected Meizi behind him, looking at Yan Song's men with a cold look, his body tense, ready to respond to attacks at any time. Qiao Yu also quickly stood in front of Princess Sisi, with a vigilant look on his face. During the fight, Qiao Yu was agile and injured several of Yan Song's men with three punches and two kicks. But Yan Song's men were getting more and more, and Qiao Yu was accidentally hit and injured. Seeing this, Meizi hurriedly pulled Qiao Yu to the side and began to treat him. Yan Song watched from the side with a hideous smile on his face, as if he had seen Ye Chen being taught a lesson. However, Ye Chen was not easily bullied. He flashed, like a phantom, and quickly fought with Yan Song's men. His moves were sharp and decisive, and every move and every style carried a powerful force, repelling those who rushed up one by one.

In the chaos, Princess Sisi shouted anxiously: "Stop it! This is a charity dinner, not a place for you to act wildly!" But at this time, both sides were really angry and no one was willing to give up easily.

In the chaotic scene, Yan Song's men had ferocious faces and fierce eyes. They seized the opportunity and took advantage of everyone's unpreparedness. The blades of their swords reflected a cold light in the sun and stabbed directly at the defenseless Meizi. Meizi was concentrating on the changes in the situation around her and did not realize that the deadly danger was approaching.

Qiao Yu, who had always been secretly in love with Meizi, had been secretly observing Meizi's every move from beginning to end. When he saw that fatal cold light, his heart suddenly shrank, and fear and anxiety instantly surged into his heart. He didn't have time to think about it, and shouted with all his strength: "Get out of the way!" At the same time, his body rushed out like an arrow from a string, and pushed Meizi away. Meizi staggered a few steps by this sudden force, and before she could react, she heard a "puff" sound, and the sword had already pierced deeply into Qiao Yu's body. Qiao Yu groaned, a look of pain appeared on his face, and blood instantly stained his clothes red.

At Sisi's exclamation, Meizi finally woke up from her dream, and her eyes were instantly filled with fear and anger. Sisi and Meizi hurried forward to support the injured Qiao Yu.

Meizi said anxiously: "Qiao Yu, why are you so stupid?"

Qiao Yu forced a smile and said, "Meizi, I can't watch you get into trouble. I...I have always cared about you."

Meizi's eyes were red as she said, "You can't be in trouble. We'll take you to the clinic right now."

Then, they rushed him to Meizi Clinic in a panic. The clinic was filled with the fragrance of herbs. Meizi looked solemn and concerned, and her hands were flexible and gentle in treating Qiao Yu's wounds.

Qiao Yu was lying on the sickbed. Although he was wounded by the sword, his eyes never left Meizi's face. Looking at Meizi's focused expression and slightly furrowed brows, a different kind of emotion surged in his heart. In his opinion, Meizi's careful treatment of him must be because Meizi also had love for him in her heart.

Meizi bandaged Qiao Yu's wound carefully, breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "You fool, why did you rush out to block the sword for me?"

A gentle smile appeared on Qiao Yu's pale face. He said in a weak but affectionate voice: "Meizi, I don't want you to get hurt, because I...I like you."

Meizi was slightly stunned, and she was more grateful to Qiao Yu. In her eyes, Qiao Yu was a brave and kind person. She was indeed moved by Qiao Yu's risking his life to save her, but that was not love between a man and a woman. However, looking at Qiao Yu's fiery eyes, Meizi didn't know how to explain for a moment. She didn't want to make Qiao Yu sad at this time, so she just nodded gently and said, "You should have a good rest and don't think too much."

But Qiao Yu took this gentle nod as a response of Meizi's love for him, and his heart was filled with sweetness, and even the pain of the wound seemed to be relieved a lot. Meizi sighed secretly, she knew there was a misunderstanding, but she didn't know how to solve it. She didn't want to hurt the man who just saved her life, so she could only temporarily put this complicated emotion in her heart and plan to slowly explain it to Qiao Yu after his injury improved.

In the following days, Meizi continued to take care of Qiao Yu wholeheartedly, decocting medicine for him, changing the dressings, and preparing delicious meals.

Qiao Yu looked at Meizi's busy figure and said gently: "Meizi, it's great to have you by my side."

Meizi smiled and said, "You should take good care of your injuries. This is what I should do."

Qiao Yu was immersed in his own imaginary love. He felt that the distance between him and Meiko was getting closer and closer. Every time Meiko approached him and every time Meiko spoke gently to him, he was intoxicated. He had already secretly planned in his heart how to further develop this relationship with Meiko after he recovered.