After Zhang Maomao finished speaking, the present was immersed in his words for a long time before recovering. Then there were sparse people applauding, and finally there were roaring cheers and applauses.

"Good. A very thoughtful young man." Qu Shichong nodded and said the truth.

Li Hui arranged the last speech of Zhang Maomao and Zhang Maomao, and his words ended after that. This so-called seminar was destined to be talked. Fortunately, Zhang Maomao's Great Perfection spoke at the end, otherwise Qu Shitian, as the editor, really didn't know how to write this report.

Because most people who study traditional Chinese medicine are conservative in their minds, they are not used to cold pastries at banquets, they do not drink beer, but only drink white wine. Maotai is a must, with the money above.

In the largest hotel lobby in Beidu, more than a dozen tables were booked for the table and everyone discussed it freely and divided the tables.[

Zhang Maomao followed Ji Tiange. He didn't want to say hello to Zhang Guoen. When he was a child, he was also a person who didn't care about himself. Now that he grew up, he would not return to the Zhang family and be in charge! "Brother Zhang, you were so amazing just now!" Qu Shitian said with a thumbs up.

"Yes, listening to your words is better than reading for ten years. When the food and drinks come up later, I have to toast you three big cups of Maotai." A middle-aged man looked at Zhang Maomao and said kindly.

"I never thought that I could have such a view at such a young age. It's really a shameful person to be able to have such a vision!"

"Brother Zhang, this is my business card. If you come to Guilin for a trip in the future, you will definitely make a living at my house!"

"You are so kind, we are so kind in Guangzhou. You must give us face. Are you so kind?"

A brave person can always win the respect of others wherever he goes. Zhang Maomao's speech on the stage was very sharp and hurtful. Such courage and talent were recognized and convinced by everyone. Zhang Maomao smiled and greeted everyone. He was a very modest person in the audience. What he should do is that Zhang Maomao would never be ruthless, just as aggressive as he was on the stage just now.

Zhang Maomao naturally knew the principle of stopping when he was good. If he couldn't get along with these people off the court, wouldn't it be better to add opponents to his own way? When the meal was served, the people here were all old Chinese doctors, and they were all good at drinking. They focused on Zhang Maomao and all tried to persuade Zhang Maomao to drink. However, Zhang Maomao repeatedly explained that he couldn't drink, and would faint as soon as he drank it.

After drinking a lot, everyone saw that his face was abnormal and knew that Zhang Maomao was not lying, so he really couldn't drink it.

Later, Zhang Maomao simply used juice instead.

Due to Zhang Guoen's dissuasion and Zhang Maomao's unwilling to compete with him for acupuncture, Zhang Lei has always been relatively low-key, but Zhang Maomao knew that this kid must have endured it for a long time. With his own style, Zhang Maomao knew that he would convince him in the future.

Zhang Maomao also knew that this kid was very dissatisfied. He really didn't make any profit when he came to Beidu City. I was afraid that when Zhang Guoen left, he was the time to challenge him openly, so Zhang Maomao didn't dare to be careless at all.

After entering his office, Zhang Lei sat on the sofa. He took a cigarette from the cigarette box on the coffee table in front of him, but did not light it immediately. He lies on the sofa with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.

In a luxurious living room, Zhang Lei was smoking alone. His eyes were just a while before the man came in. After carefully closing the door of the room, he walked to Zhang Lei and sat down uneasyly, and said lightly: "I asked the second master, and he said he should not do this in the end, and it would not be possible to compete in private!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lei couldn't help but grab the lighter and light the fourth update cigarette. After taking a sip, he said, "He and I must be of a good match." "What should we do now? I don't know what the second master is for." The man in glasses smoked a cigarette and lit it. The two of them sat together like a pair of good friends, sucking the clouds and spitting mist.

"Our famous Chinese doctor hall recently reported that Zhang Maomao was so popular when he returned, he must have seen the news." Zhang Lei said coldly.

"Hehe, only after you defeat the Seventh Master will you establish absolute prestige in the Famous Doctor Hall, and that number one president will be you."

"You can do this matter well. I will take the opportunity to visit several famous doctors and invite them to join the China Famous Doctor Hall for my use. What we have to do is a huge medical revolution, and I want to make a lot of money." Zhang Lei said with a smile. "I believe that Bill Gates's words are correct. People whose wealth can surpass him will only be born in the genetic technology and health industry."

Traditional Chinese medicine, traditional Chinese medicine, since you do not meet the trend of this era, it’s better to speed up its elimination, combine Chinese and Western medicine, and then use Western medicine to make money under the guise of traditional Chinese medicine!”

"Well, the second master is meeting Zhang Maomao!"[

"When?" Zhang Lei asked in a daze.

"We should meet now!"

"Hmph, so what? Could it be that Zhang Maomao is the first president of the famous doctor's hall?" Zhang Lei extinguished the smoke, walked forward, and looked at something angrily.

Standing at the magnificent gate of the hotel, Zhang Maomao called the phone number to send him a text message.

Soon, a short-haired man came over quickly, shook hands with Zhang Maomao very excitedly, and said with a smile: "Maomao, do you still remember me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Maomao was stunned. This person seemed very familiar, but he just couldn't remember it for a moment.

"Oh, that kid is so noble that he has forgotten his affairs. He has been missing for five years and has grown up so old. I am your deskmate, from high school!" The short-haired man smiled.

"Minghao!" Zhang Maomao asked with a finger at his face.

"Um!"

"Haha, you guy, you're wearing a suit, you're very handsome!"

"Let me talk about it later. I am your second uncle's secretary now. We have more opportunities to talk in the future. He has been waiting for a long time. You can go in quickly!"

"My Second Uncle" Zhang Maomao was stunned. He didn't expect that the person who asked him was his second Uncle!

He nodded immediately. He returned sooner or later. Zhang Maomao knew how to face it.

Minghao patted Zhang Maomao on the shoulder and took him into the hotel VIP elevator and rushed upstairs. Then in a large and luxurious private room, Zhang Maomao met Zhang Guoen, his second uncle.

Today he was wearing a black suit and a dark-toned tie. He was dressed very formally and looked majestic. He was almost more handsome than himself.

Seeing Zhang Maomao come in, Zhang Guoen smiled and said, "Maomao, finally wait for you, come and sit down!"

Zhang Maomao nodded and said nothing, because what he should be talking about was Zhang Guoen!
Chapter completed!