After chatting with Dr. Xiao for more than an hour, he was not that lonely. Soon he fell asleep. Zhou Congwen felt sad when he heard the snoring.

The problem of deep neurasthenia seemed to be brought back to 2002 by Zhou Congwen. Although he also knew that this was his psychological suggestion, he couldn't sleep, but he couldn't sleep.

Tossing and turning, Zhou Congwen took a short snatch for a while when it was dawn.

However, after waking up, I didn't feel very tired. After all, I was thinking about my more than 60 million. Although Zhou Congwen had seen a lot of money, he had never won the prize, and he was still looking forward to it.

Washing, having breakfast, and sending a text message to Liu Xiaobie.

Liu Xiaobi's phone call came in immediately.

"I'm at the door, you're too late!"

Zhou Congwen smiled and was very happy when he heard Liu Xiaobui's voice.

He vaguely understood the reason why Jin Dai was walking at night, but he was not like this, so why was he particularly willing to show off with Liu Xiaobie?

Zhou Congwen didn't understand, because time was limited, so he rushed to wash and eat.

When I got into the car, I saw Liu Xiaobie refreshed and my spirit seemed much better than before. My skin was white and red, and my shiny luster was shining with a layer of mutton fat jade.

"What makeup do you use? Why do you feel that your skin is so good?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"You guys asked me this? Are you going to Thailand for surgery?" Liu Xiaobing turned his head and looked at Zhou Congwen.

"I just think your skin is too good."

"It's useless to praise me. You have been delaying at least one day. If it weren't for the sake of your help, I wouldn't have time to accompany you to claim the prize."

Liu Xiaobie said, stepping on the clutch and placing gears, and the Santana 2000 started slowly.

"Redeeming a prize is a big deal, and you won't suffer any loss when you work with me."

"It seems like you are so capable."

"The most important thing is that I'm telling the truth. It's a lot better than when I first saw it."

"Hey, you have no future for girls like this, and you are so fucked without girls like it."

"Just tell the truth."

"You should quit when you go back." Liu Xiaobie asked while driving.

"Resign? Why?"

"As you said, if you win so much money, why are you still a doctor? Why don't you hurry up and spend it? Well, you have to hurry up, otherwise you won't spend the money you have when you die."

"How could it be, I'm very good at spending money."

Liu Xiaobe was about to refute, but paused, "Yes, it's rare to see people who can live in a rental house to buy a grinding diamond worth 500,000 yuan apiece."

Zhou Congwen smiled.

"Zhou Congwen, what do you want to do after you have money?" Liu Xiaobi asked.

"I'm going to... set up a research institute. But the money is still a little bit short, and the Ministry of Nuclear Industry has not yet been properly linked."

"Ten millions are not enough? Running a research institute is to do charity. Are you crazy?" Liu Xiaobing disagreed with Zhou Congwen's point of view.

"I didn't think about making money."

"Fuck the water?" Liu Xiaobing looked at Zhou Congwen with contempt, "Then you are indeed very good at spending money, and you are even more promiscuous than those second generations."

Zhou Congwen did not respond. He had already thought of the pandemic that would start next year.

The S virus was inexplicably raging and disappeared inexplicably, leaving an extremely strong mark in history.

As for the embarrassment, panic, and the guiding significance of future work in 2003, Zhou Congwen didn't think much about these. What he was thinking about was the scene of countless people rushing to the front line during the Spring Festival in 2020.

At that time, a photo of a nurse queuing up to wear protective clothing straps was widely circulated at the beginning.

In fact, the photo was not from 2020, but from the critical care staff of Tiannan Provincial Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 2003.

Although the protective suits they wear cannot be compared with those in 2020, it is enough in 2003. None of the people who rushed to the front line were infected, and this is the gap.

Next year, many doctors will wear cotton and thread masks to fight the virus with their flesh and blood.

Cotton thread masks are almost useless to viruses. They are made of paper armor and can be broken by poking them.

Therefore, front-line medical staff suffered heavy casualties, including Zhou Congwen at that time.

As the economy becomes more and more developed, as material conditions become better and better, and as it becomes a world factory, there will be no shortage of epidemic prevention materials in the future, but it is very short of them in 2003.

Zhou Congwen doesn't care about money. He just thought that if there is a pandemic next year, he could take out enough protective clothing and masks anytime and anywhere.

Cotton thread mask... Zhou Congwen doesn't want his colleagues to go to the front line with such low-end things.

It is natural to buy some protective clothing and high-grade masks in the name of the institute, and you can also study particle implantation surgery. Your boss has nothing to do now, but research should be done as soon as possible.

"Hey, Zhou Congwen, you don't spend so much money even if you are a rich second generation." Liu Xiaobie interrupted his thoughts, "What do you want to do when you run a research institute? It seems that no matter what, it has nothing to do with you, a little doctor."

Zhou Congwen was suddenly stunned.

I always feel that I am not short of money, but that was not short of money in my previous life. Now, throwing tens of millions in is indeed like a waste of water. I guess I can't even hear a little sound.

Is this happening? Zhou Congwen never thought that he would be short of money.

"It seems that the money is not enough." Zhou Congwen said helplessly.

"I set up a venture capital company, should I try it out?" Liu Xiaobing invited me warmly.

“About what?”

"All kinds of investments, I'm going to go to Xiangjiang these days. The second young master of the Li family has stocks to be transferred. Hahaha, he was trapped in Ginza's real estate and wanted to get rid of his property. In fact, in the end, it wasn't I? I'll use Changsha to get rid of his condom."

"Tencent?"

"You use QQ, too?"

"Of course, I am the first generation of old netizen, and my QQ is five-digit."

"Although the QQ is in bad momentum now, his boss tried every means to sell the shares and cash out. Although I don't know why, I rely on the woman's intuition to feel that there is a future in the future."

"How much money do you have?" Zhou Congwen asked.

"Two or three hundred million."

"You told me a few days ago that only..."

"Who is fine and tells you the truth. The demolition of the provincial capital was something that Geng Haoran accidentally got when I was discussing the steel plant project, and then I went to buy it. The money was just for the transfer, so I didn't have to wait at all."

"But it seems that it's not enough, and my money is not enough." Zhou Congwen sighed.

Although he felt that the money was not enough to spend, there must be a road before the car arrived at the mountain, so he was not very worried.

The two chatted and came to the Provincial Sports Lottery Center.

Zhou Congwen took out the lottery ticket and entered the Sports Lottery Center with Liu Xiaobie. He didn't wear a hat or a mask, so he walked in casually.

"Excuse me……"

"Redeem the prize!" Zhou Congwen shook the thick stack of lottery tickets in his hand at the security guard.

The security guard was stunned for a moment. He looked carefully and his pupils on both sides instantly shrank to the needle tip, and then enlarged.

"Manager! Here comes, here comes!"
Chapter completed!