Salted Fish Doesn't Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property

Han Yuquan followed Zhu Qi to his grandfather's house.

This is a two-story building in an alley, with a residential area above and a shop below. There is no shop sign, and thick curtains are drawn, so the depth cannot be seen.

The flame that had just ignited in Han Yuquan's heart trembled and would never go out. Is there really a Chinese doctor living in such a place?

However, Zhu Qi had already raised the curtain and shouted: "Grandpa!"

Then, he turned his head and asked Han Yuquan why he still didn't come in.

Han Yuquan had no choice but to bite the bullet and go in. After entering the door, he saw the medicine cabinets on both sides, densely written with the names of various Chinese herbal medicines, and there was a faint medicinal fragrance in the air, which made people feel at ease.

Coming out from behind the screen was an old man.

Different from the old traditional Chinese medicine image in most people's minds, he is about seventy years old, with a round face and a rosy complexion. He wears an old V-neck sweater and smiles like a Maitreya Buddha: "Xiaoqi, you are bringing friends. come and play?"

Zhu Qi: "Come here to play, and I also want to cure illnesses."

Grandpa Zhu nodded, sat behind the table, and motioned for him to stretch out his hand: "Where is the discomfort? Is it because of the bumpy drive all the way?"

"It's a hand problem. There was a car accident before." Zhu Qi answered for him.

I wish grandpa's expression remained unchanged: "You can try it. I have treated similar patients in the early years. Show me your hand."

Never expecting such a turnaround, Han Yuquan raised his right hand tremblingly and put it on the table.

Grandpa Zhu observed and kneaded for a while, showing a pensive look.

Han Yuquan's heart sank a little bit, so it really doesn't work?He has sought so many doctors, but he still can't return to his original state.

"Doctor Zhu, how's the situation?" Qing Qin didn't have such a psychological burden as him, and asked the question directly.

"It's not very good. I'm afraid this young man has seen many doctors, but none of them can cure him." Seeing everyone's expressions sinking, Grandpa Zhu smiled slyly, "But I can cure him."

He continued to explain: "In the future, it will be difficult to do particularly delicate activities such as sculpture and painting. I think the callus on this person's hand is a chef. In the future, tricks like weighing a spoon will be fine, but I can't challenge too much. You need sword skills."

That's much better than picking up a knife and shaking your hands now.

Han Yuquan's eyes were moist: "Great, this is really great."

"Young man, don't worry." Grandpa Zhu has already taken out his pen and began to write the prescription, "Your injury has been delayed for a long time, and you still have to soak in medicine, massage and acupuncture, the pain is very painful..."

Han Yuquan couldn't wait: "I can hold back!"

The patient's willingness to receive treatment is very strong, and there are medicinal materials here, so Grandpa Zhu will give him the first round of treatment immediately.

"It may be a little uncomfortable later, bear with it." Grandpa Zhu took out a bottle of medicinal wine and directly applied it.

The tingling sensation spread up along with the pain, Han Yuquan gasped, struggled instinctively, and was held down again.

By the time the treatment was completed, cold sweat had already wet his back, and his whole body was still trembling slightly.

"How is it?" Zhu Qi asked with concern.

Han Yuquan tested his right hand, and it was much more comfortable than before: "It seems to be much better."

"From now on, come to my place for a massage once a day, and then take the medicine according to the prescription when you go back. I guarantee that your functions will return to normal within a year." Grandpa Zhu looked proud.

The haze that had been hanging over his head for the past few years was finally cleared away. Han Yuquan's eyes were sour, tears fell down, and he broke down in tears: "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhu Qi patted him on the back to comfort him: "Why are you still crying now? Things will only get better and better. If you want to thank him, work hard for our President Xiaoqing. He will not treat any employee badly."

Speaking of Qibao, the company's news came over.

Zhu Qi looked at the message light on his mobile phone flashing wildly, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

The message was sent by Ding Jiu. It was very brief, but the words were thrilling: "Youth series liquor has not passed the analysis of flavor components."

"How did this happen? I'll be right back." Zhu Qi did not know how many times he had made this kind of analysis and determination, and he couldn't believe that their youth baijiu would make any mistakes in the last hurdle.

Han Yuquan saw that he was about to leave as soon as his expression changed, so he quickly pulled him back: "Did something happen to Qibao?"

"We are here to participate in the International Wine and Spirits Competition," Zhu Qi took a deep breath to stabilize his emotions, "but something went wrong in the quality analysis, and I am afraid that all previous efforts will be in vain."

Liquor competition, quality analysis, these two keywords flooded into Han Yuquan's mind, and he immediately remembered a shocking shady scene he encountered when he was working in a restaurant.

The other party seemed to have a high social status. Han Yuquan chose to play it safe at the time, as if he hadn’t heard anything, but after all, he had suffered a loss before, so he kept a hand and saved the next video as evidence, and also prevented the other party from threatening the insider.

This matter had nothing to do with him before, so it was naturally held high, but if his benefactor was involved in this matter, he had to stand up no matter what.

He said in a deep voice, "I've seen the shady scene about this game before."

Townhouse.

When Qingqin came down for dinner, it was the first time he saw the lifeless look of the employees.

Ding Jiu frowned, and pulled several colleagues from the laboratory together to discuss something.

At the other end of the table, Deng Hong's face was gloomy, and he operated the computer quickly with his fingers.

Qiu Dang put on his overcoat and was on the phone on the balcony. Judging from his anxious pacing back and forth, he might have encountered some kind of difficulty.

This was a rare spectacle, Qingqin couldn't help slowing down, secretly wondering if something happened recently.

Could it be that God really cared for him this time and gave him a chance to go bankrupt?

Thinking of this, his right eyelid twitched.

Just when he was slowing down, someone finally found him and called Mr. Qing softly.

This sound attracted everyone's attention, and the anxious employees crowded together into a pile as if they had found the backbone, and stood in front of him, with the same red eye circles and a face full of tears.

They rejected each other for a while, and finally chose Qiu Dang to explain to Qingqin what happened now.

"Our youth series may not win a gold medal."

I thought it was a big deal, if you don't get a gold award, you won't get a gold award. Qing Qin didn't care about it at all, and he was still willing to comfort him: "It's not bad to get a silver award."

Then his employees wanted to cry even more: "But we haven't even passed the level of flavor analysis, I'm afraid we will return empty-handed."

Qingqin nodded: "I remember that the list hasn't been made yet, right?"

Mr. Qing is still unwilling to believe the facts. I'm afraid he still hopes to win the grand prize, but unfortunately, Qiu Dang has to be the villain who shatters his hopes: "My father is Professor Qiu, and he revealed a little inside information. "

It seems to be right this time.

Qingqin breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to comfort the hard-working employees, and told the truth: "It's okay, Qibao itself has no ambition to win the gold award, just take it out to take you on a tour and accumulate experience. .”

To his surprise, the employees did not relax because of the low requirements of the boss, but some of them cried directly.

Qingqin: ...

If I failed so many times and still fought tenaciously at the front line, wouldn’t you be able to learn from my spirit of repeated defeats?

They are all accustomed to too many victories.

He wiped his face helplessly, changed his method, and shouted sharply: "Why are you crying? Can crying solve the problem? If you are unwilling, you can review the brewing process of this wine and propose improvements. At worst, we will fight again next year."

"Yes!" Ding Jiu was the first to agree.

Fighting spirit began to appear on the faces of the rest of the people, and they started to work after wiping away their tears.

The atmosphere in the hall was finally no longer gloomy, and Qing Qin breathed a sigh of relief and walked upstairs, suddenly feeling a little confused about the way ahead.

It's just a small failure that makes the employees so distraught, what if they go bankrupt next?

Qibao has such a large body, once he falls down, there will be countless aftermaths to deal with behind him.

Qingqin couldn't help feeling a headache, he suddenly realized that it was hard to get off at this point.

To move forward is to continue the original owner's path of cannon fodder, fleeing outward, and so many responsibilities have already been tied to him.

How about waiting for the 1000 million to get back to the old business, flying overseas to gamble, save a sum of money, and give them an unemployment subsidy?

The only thing that can soothe a wounded heart is money.

he thought luckily.

In fact, the employees didn't concentrate on their work. From the corner of their eyes, they watched Mr. Qing walking upstairs, and they all felt that the back was bleak, and someone spoke first——

"It's our expectation, Mr. Qing."

"Actually, Xiaoqing always really hopes to win. She is obviously so sad, but she still wants to comfort us."

"I think there must be something wrong with it. No matter what, I have to find a way to try."

"Okay, I'll find a way to restart the competition for another test!"

They were making plans, and Zhu Qi had already brought Han Yuquan over: "Brothers and sisters, I found a breakthrough. There is a shady scene behind this competition!"

"What?" Ding Jiu asked sharply.

Han Yuquan stepped forward, borrowed his computer, and directly played the video taken at that time in front of everyone.

The exchange of interests staged in the video made everyone clench their fists. The finished product they worked so hard on would be treated unfairly like this!

"I think this person looks familiar." Ding Jiu noticed something while being angry. He paused the video and pointed to Qian Rongyou on it. "He seems to be the teacher's previous collaborator, Qian Rongyou. Before he He and his teacher took award-winning photos together, but later they disagreed and parted ways. In the competition five years ago, the teacher missed the gold medal and quit sadly, while Qian Rongyou became Mr. Tang’s disciple.”

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone immediately deduced a series of grievances and hatreds, and cursed this treacherous villain one after another.

"It is necessary for us to report this matter to the authorities." Qiu Dang frowned and began to search for a way to report.

He flipped through the materials, raised his head and blinked his eyes, enlivening the atmosphere: "Qian Rongyou can only play tricks like this, we have someone behind us."

Everyone laughed immediately, researching the process and sorting out the information with full energy.

Qingqin was so worried about the problems revealed by this failure that he couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night. He planned to go downstairs to relax, when he saw his employees staying up all night cultivating immortals.

Miserable, so miserable.

Xiaoqing always had a conscience attack, and clapped her hands to attract their attention: "Winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs. Your body is more important than gains and losses at this moment. You should take a good rest..."

He was about to use his money ability to soothe everyone's wounded hearts, but he found that everyone's expressions were not dejected, on the contrary, there was still a little excitement?

Ding Jiu laughed even more: "President Qing, don't worry, we have found a solution!"

"Yes, it turns out that there is a shady scene in this game, and we have reported it to the authorities."

"My dad is a member of the judging panel, so he won't let us suffer."

Qingqin almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, cooperating with me to worry about your emotions for a long time, you solved the problem by yourself!

I won't give out the bonus this time!

However, in a flash of his mind, he recalled the legend about the sharp increase in sales of those wines that won gold medals.

In order to ensure the balance of income and expenditure, Qingqin endured the humiliation and managed to squeeze out a business smile: "Everyone has done a good job, and there will be bonuses after winning the prize."