The Modern Life of Yu-Yi Xie

"Then send the altar of strengthening yang wine there."

The "yang-strengthening wine" that Xie Fuling mentioned is of course not the type of stuff on the market that swells the face and fills up the fat. Instead, it uses the principles of traditional Chinese medicine with corresponding Chinese herbal medicines, and uses the method of concocting wine to achieve the purpose of nourishing the kidneys and nourishing qi.

Xie Fuling didn't keep Jiang Zhong waiting for too long. A small altar of medicinal wine containing the essence of a large number of precious medicinal materials such as ginseng, velvet antler, and cordyceps was delivered to him. The gift-giving process this time was quite smooth, and he just hinted at it a little. The effect of this wine is immediately successful.

All that can be done is done, and the rest is to wait patiently.

Boss Jiang is still very confident in the things made by his children, but when he received a call from the person in charge the next day, he was still surprised by the unscientific speed.

"Hahaha, brother Jiang, the medicinal wine you sent is really good, very good!" The other party was very angry on the other end of the phone.

He didn't even answer the phone before, but now he just calls him "Brother Jiang". Sure enough, the face of a businessman is just for decoration.Boss Jiang, who is also a businessman, thought so in his heart, but said very politely: "As long as Mr. Song likes it."

"I like it, I like it, I like it so much. But, brother Jiang..." Mr. Song said, his tone changed, and he seemed a little urgent, "Where did you get this wine, it's a good thing!"

"I got it from a Chinese medicine friend." Jiang Zhong raised the corner of his mouth slightly, knowing that the other party's purpose was finally to speak out.

"It's terrible, it's terrible." Mr. Song was amazed, and said in a moment of gaffe, "You don't know how you feel after drinking that wine. It's really different. It's completely different from those fake and inferior products outside. , your friend is capable, it seems that he is a master of traditional Chinese medicine, I wonder if there is a chance to meet him!"

"My friend is not someone who likes to show his face." Jiang Zhong replied lightly.

"Oh, that's right, Master, it's all Xijing, I was the one who was abrupt." Mr. Song immediately followed the change of tone of the pole, and then asked tentatively, "Well, brother Jiang, this, can you see if you can do it?" I ask you to ask your master friend if there is any remaining medicinal wine on hand, the price is negotiable, I will cover it all."

Jiang Zhong squinted his eyes, his goal was achieved, and now the initiative is in his hands.

"Hey, Mr. Song, you have personally experienced the effect of this medicinal wine. How can there be such a good thing left? It has been ordered a long time ago." Jiang Zhong began to lie without changing his face, "Just you now The little jar in my hand was cut off halfway by my face, and my friend is still complaining about it."

"Hey, I know, I know, such good things must be scarce, so, I'm not cheeky enough to ask brother Jiang for help, just because of our relationship, you help me."

"Mr. Song, you are a bit of a force." Jiang Zhong had a smile on his face, but what he said was very helpless.

"Brother Jiang, look at this. The Chinese herbal medicine project in Dongcheng has not been implemented yet. After observing it for so long, I still feel that it is safest to leave it to your company. You see, why don't we meet tomorrow and sit down and talk about it?" Talk about this cooperation?"

"I'm so happy to hear that Mr. Song trusts our company so much. Don't worry, Mr. Song. We will definitely not disappoint you if you entrust this project to us."

"That's a good thing." Mr. Song paused for a while, and then said, "It's that medicinal wine..."

"President Song, don't worry, I'll go to my friend's house later, and I'll stop you for a pot." Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Jiang Zhong naturally didn't deliberately take Joe.

"Brother Jiang is really happy, I'm just waiting for good news from you, brother." Mr. Song heaved a sigh of relief.

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Zhong casually threw the phone on the desk, and said to Xiao Ying who had been standing aside: "The matter is over, you go to draw up a contract, and then prepare for the follow-up work."

Xiao Ying nodded. She had listened to the whole boss's phone call, and knew that her boss had easily captured the stubborn Mr. Song with a pot of medicinal wine with "certain ineffable" miraculous effects, and For some reason, she always felt that the Chinese medicine friend mentioned by the boss was probably the "partner" that the boss brought to the exchange meeting. Since she is a person approved by the boss, she has some real skills, not to mention her woman's sixth sense, the relationship between these two people is definitely not that simple.

In the end, Jiang Zhong got the project he had been striving for as he wished, and Mr. Song also got the medicinal wine he urgently needed and the promise of follow-up supply as he wished. The two had a very pleasant cooperation.

Similarly, Doctor Xie was also very satisfied with the extra row of numbers on the account.

However, few people expected that there would be a follow-up reaction to this matter.

It is said that there is no impenetrable wall in the world. Even though Jiang Zhong and Mr. Song did not specifically publicize this matter, the change of Mr. Song made it difficult for many people not to notice it, and immediately aroused the anger of many people who had the same trouble. Pay attention, the news of this coming and going, the wind will naturally leak out, and then Boss Jiang will be a little troubled.

More and more people asked him about the legendary "Chinese medicine friend" openly and secretly. Of course, more people directly asked for the opportunity to get the right to purchase medicinal liquor, even if they had to wait in line to make an appointment.

If it was Jiang Zhong's personal standpoint, he naturally wanted to reject all of them. He didn't want his children to waste their precious energy on helping other men regain their glory. However, many of these people have connections with their company. There are direct interests, and there are even a few big shots that he has no chance to get in touch with, so things have to be much more cautious.

When he went to ask Xie Fuling for his opinion, Xie Fuling said indifferently: "It's all about making medicinal wine anyway. There is no difference between one jar and a dozen jars. Since it is useful to you, it is natural to do it." Jiang Zhong brought all of them here. In fact, he didn’t have many parts to do. The most important thing is that the selling price of this thing is really high!

Boss Jiang didn't know what was behind Xie Fuling's thoughts, so he automatically turned his words into "I'll do it for you and me", and his tail was about to be raised in an instant.

As time went by, Jiang Zhong and Xie Fuling's medicinal wine business was in full swing. Gradually, this kind of thing that should have been done in secret became no longer a secret. More and more people knew that Jiang Zhong had a medical skill by his side. A brilliant master of traditional Chinese medicine, and he is very good at treating male problems (heavy fog), but Jiang Zhong is tight-lipped about the identity of this master, no matter how they inquire and investigate, they can't know a thing or two. If such a cash cow is hidden, it must be hidden well so that no one can take advantage of it.

Because of Jiang Zhong's relationship with medicine and wine, he has expanded a lot of contacts in a short period of time, which has brought great help to the company. Of course, it has also kept him busy. One time when he squeezed out time to meet Xie Fuling, the other party easily found out that he didn't eat on time. Afterwards, Xie Fuling, who had always been relatively indifferent in the relationship between the two, started calling on time at every meal time He came over to urge him to eat, saying that he didn't want the patient who was finally cured to suffer from stomach problems. No matter what Xie Fuling's reason was, Jiang Zhong liked to see this change.

On this day, when Jiang Zhong, who was immersed in work again, almost missed his lunch time again, the phone rang.

Hearing the ringtone, Jiang Zhong didn't stop moving his hands, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised. He took the mobile phone very habitually, and connected without looking at it: "Hello?"

However, what came out of the phone was not the voice of Xie Fuling he thought, but——

"Hey, what are you doing, Jiang Bingkuo, have you forgotten that you still have your parents? Come back for dinner tonight!"

Because the huge decibels from the other end of the phone far exceeded Jiang Zhong's expectations, causing his ears that were too close to him to be violently stimulated. It was his sister Jiang Xinyi calling.

Jiang Xinyi ran back to her mother's house because of an awkward situation with her husband Qin Mu. Even after Qin Mu came after her, they didn't fully reach a consensus. Qin Mu, a wife slave, got a little out of control because of the incident on the plane, so she didn't feel strongly about it. Asking Jiang Xinyi to go back, I was afraid that something would happen to her on the way, so things dragged on until Jiang Xinyi's due date.

Not long ago, Jiang Xinyi gave birth to a boy. Out of consideration for her health, she went into confinement directly at her mother's house, so Jiang Xinyi lived in the Jiang family's old house.

"I've been very busy recently." Jiang Zhong rubbed his eyebrows and replied.

"I have to come back no matter how busy I am, I have something very important to ask you." Jiang Xinyi suddenly said seriously.

Jiang Zhong was taken aback for a moment, it was rare to see Jiang Xinyi put on an older sister's posture seriously, usually at such a time there is really something important, so Jiang Zhong looked at the information at hand and said: "Okay, I'll go back to eat tonight."

"Well, that's it." Jiang Xinyi hung up the phone.

The moment Jiang Xinyi hung up the phone, Xie Fuling's meal call also came.

"It's time to eat." Xie Fuling's cold voice sounded from the other end of the radio wave as usual.

"Preparing to go." Jiang Zhong replied, and then opened his mouth, but he still didn't say "go back to the old house with me at night". He always felt that today was not a very good time.

Or wait a while longer.