70s rebirth daily

Early the next morning, Chen Bingwen came to visit Song Fengchen as scheduled.

He also ordered the breakfast for him, and what he ate was the bridge rice noodles with a very polite and provincial flavor.A casserole with a diameter of more than [-] centimeters, a broth made from big bones, old hens, and ham, boiling hot, covered with goose oil, plus more than [-] dishes of various side dishes, raw pork tenderloin slices, chicken breast slices, five Ripe pork loin slices, belly slices, vegetarian tender leeks, magnolia slices, tofu skin...

The appearance is exquisite and the taste is delicious, which unexpectedly meets Song Fengchen's taste.

Here Song Fengchen was eating happily, while Chen Bingwen was sipping the bitter tea and sharing the news he had just received with Song Fengchen.

Wen Aidang found a doctor from the provincial hospital and performed another operation on Wen Tingwen overnight.

The operation is said to have been successful.

Zhou Haochang stopped chopsticks in his hand.

He was present when Song Fengchen proposed the two solutions to the problem.

Now Wen Tingwen has undergone another operation, which means that he really chose the first method.

This was not a surprise at first.

After all, compared to losing two legs, the consequences of the first method are obviously much lighter.

But when you think about it, it's disgusting.

Zhou Haochang had a complicated expression, and suddenly lost his appetite.

Chen Bingwen poured a cup of tea for Song Fengchen and handed it over: "With all due respect, I don't think Mr. Song's attitude towards Wen's family is very good. With Mr. Song's ability, why bother to compromise."

Song Fengchen put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, "It's not about compromising."

He picked up the tea bowl and took a sip: "Although I have some skills, but the current national conditions are like this. To put it more clearly, I am actually just a low-level person. How dare I hit a stone with an egg. If the Wen family misses this, They have thousands of ways to deal with me."

Chen Bingwen immediately said solemnly: "Don't worry, Mr. Song, I'm here..."

Song Fengchen directly interrupted him: "It means that Mr. Chen gave me some face. If you weren't there yesterday, I really thought that the Warm Love Party would be so easy to talk about? I saw it, and he was followed by six or seven thugs." .”

Hearing this, Zhou Haochang looked embarrassed, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

"However, Wen Tingwen just don't want to feel better." Song Fengchen snorted softly.

The two methods that Song Fengchen told Wen Tingwen were actually pitfalls.

Needless to say the latter, without two legs, no matter how powerful a person is, half of them will be useless.

As for the first method Wen Tingwen chose, for those who are really in a desperate situation, being disgusting is really nothing.

The key is that Song Fengchen added an auxiliary material to him here - cinnabar.

It is estimated that many people do not know that cinnabar cannot be heated, cooking and taking it will cause heavy metal poisoning.

Although the dose given by Song Fengchen was relatively small, and it would not directly poison people to death, it must be enough for Wen Tingwen, who had just undergone major surgery.

He just didn't tell Wen Tingwen and his son that cinnabar can be replaced with black dog blood.

Regarding these, Song Fengchen was not guilty, and even more confident.

It is said that it takes a hundred days to hurt muscles and bones, not to mention this kind of major surgery such as disembowelling, coupled with heavy metal poisoning, adding fuel to the fire, let alone whether there will be any sequelae, it is expected that Wen Tingwen would not have thought about it years ago. great.

In another year, Deng Gong ascended to the top, and Huaguo changed the world, and none of these bad-scoring rebels could escape from prison.

Chen Bingwen always felt that there was something hidden in Song Fengchen's words, but Song Fengchen didn't say anything, so he couldn't keep asking.

After chatting for another quarter of an hour, Song Fengchen got up to say goodbye.

Chen Bingwen stood up, and the two bodyguards standing behind him immediately piled up the things in their hands on the table.

"This is?" Song Fengchen remained calm.

Chen Bingwen bowed his body, "I can't repay you for saving my life. I have to prepare some small gifts to show my heart, and I ask Mr. Song to accept it."

"Mr. Chen is too polite." Song Fengchen said.

"Where, it should." Chen Bingwen said with a smile, "That's right."

As if remembering something, he took out a velvet box the size of a child's fist from his pocket, "And this, this is a gift from my partner in Hong Kong City last month. .”

Song Fengchen took the velvet box and opened it, but it was an unusually delicate watch.

Platinum dial, brown belt, PatekPhilippe, 21Jewelsl above the hands.

Patek Philippe, 21 jewels.

The aristocracy of luxury.

Although Song Fengchen didn't know the price of this watch, it didn't stop him from being tempted. After all, everyone has greed.

However, Chen Bingwen's handwriting is too big.

Song Fengchen touched the smooth dial and looked up at Chen Bingwen.

Chen Bingwen was right, looking at him with a decent smile on his face.

Song Fengchen understood in his heart, and he closed the flannel box with a snap, "Then Song will be disrespectful."

Chen Bingwen smiled even more, only to see Song Fengchen reach out and take out a small stack of talisman papers from his pocket.

He took out the top four talisman papers: "This is an amulet with a three-month shelf life. Mr. Chen must take it with you."

Then divided the rest of the talisman paper into two, and stretched out his left hand: "This is the talisman of Marshal Tai Sui Yin, which can dispel evil spirits and eliminate disasters, cure diseases and protect the security. Every ten days, take one piece that is burned to ashes and combined with half a bowl of black dog Serve with blood."

He raised his right hand: "This is the spirit-suppressing talisman, which can prevent the luck on your body from dissipating too quickly."

These were prepared by Song Fengchen yesterday afternoon.

Hearing this, Chen Bingwen's heart was completely relieved.

The foundation of creation has been destroyed, and the fate imposed on Chen Bingwen is slowly fading—he is aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

For the sake of the overall situation, he must hand over all the urgent work at hand as soon as possible.And this requires a buffer period.

Three months, if you move quickly, it will be enough.

"Thank you, Mr. Song." Chen Bingwen took the talisman with a grateful expression.

Song Fengchen said in relief: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Since you have been blessed by the creation base for decades, it can be seen that you are lucky to be hit. You are constantly suffering from minor illnesses. Changes in luck... Based on the fact that you have served the country for so many years, even if you don't have the blessing of the creation foundation, you can live another 30 to [-] years without any problem."

Chen Bingwen's eyes lit up.

Compared with the turbulence when they came, the return journey was obviously much more comfortable. Chen Bingwen sent a jeep to take them back. The driver was the tall bodyguard next to Chen Bingwen.

Arriving at Dongxian County, before Zhou Haochang got off the car, he said a few words of apology.

Song Fengchen just listened and didn't take it too seriously.Thinking that it was just a matter of saving face, now that such a incident has happened, it is estimated that there will be no more contacts in the future.

When it was two or three miles away from Yuexi Village, Song Fengchen got out of the car.Jeeps are too ostentatious in this era. In order to avoid some unnecessary troubles, it is necessary to walk a certain distance.

It was around three o'clock in the afternoon, and the villagers were all working in the fields at this time. Song Fengchen carried his things and walked along the path he deliberately picked, and he really didn't meet anyone along the way.

When he got home, Song Fengchen rested for a while after drinking cold water, and then started to unpack the things Chen Bingwen gave him.

On the top is a box of tea leaves, no more than three taels by visual inspection. Judging by the color, it should be the 24-year-old raw Pu'er tea he drank from Chen Bingwen.

Two cans of [-]-stick Zhonghua brand cigarettes, and more than a dozen packs of [-]-stick and [-]-stick tin boxes.

A small pack of Cordyceps sinensis, about a catty.

A ginseng, about 50 years old.

Two bottles of Moutai.

One side of the inkstone is smooth and delicate, half of which is carved with auspicious clouds, which looks auspicious.

It really has everything.

At the bottom is a wooden box. When you open it, what you see is a stack of unity.Roughly counted, two hundred small, 2000 yuan.

In just two days, Song Fengchen's purse doubled.

The expert Song Fengchen thought very vulgarly, this business is really not an ordinary value.

He clicked his tongue, feeling very comfortable.

After hiding his things, Song Fengchen walked to the cowshed with the velvet box in his arms and a half catty of Cordyceps sinensis in his hand.