"Then who was Cui Feifei just now? Brother, let's not say any nonsense. Let's put it this way, if I were not here with my identity, they would all be concerned, then the coffee in your hand would be sold for at most one
Listen 15, there are still people calling you a profiteer. So, I deserve the money, so don’t be unhappy."
After hearing this, Yang Di frowned slightly. Thinking about it carefully, it was true. He was a powerless person. Against those wealthy young men, no one paid attention to him when he shouted for high prices. No one would believe him. At this time, only Du
As a second-generation person like Juniper, he can sell this coffee at a sky-high price without any complaints. Everyone can do business, but someone with a vision like Juniper knows how to do it best.
There are really very few people.
Looking left and right, Jun Song said: "Well, it's already too late today. I want to go back and rest first. I'll give you a phone number. Come to me tomorrow, brother. Let's have a good talk. Maybe it will be good for both of us."
Yang Di nodded slightly, took out his mobile phone and wrote down the other party's phone number, and then the two said goodbye. Jun Song hurriedly walked down the steps and ran back to the car that picked him up. He could still vaguely hear him talking there.
: "We are particular about people."
This is quite an interesting person.
Yang Di smiled slightly, looked around, then turned and walked towards the elevator. At this time, the hall was still noisy, with people going out and coming in. It was hard to tell who was who for a while. Yang Di took this opportunity to sneak in.
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Taking the elevator up to the 11th floor, it was basically safe at this time. As long as you guard against the corridor cameras, you are basically not afraid of being discovered. Yang Di thought this while walking out among a few people getting out of the elevator.
"I have a sense of Mission: Impossible." Yang Di said in the sea of consciousness. This floor is like the program production department of a TV station. There are different signs hanging at the door of each office, representing different column groups. Yang
Di looked around and happened to see the door of the hot interview column group.
Just when he was about to find a way to sneak in, behind Yang Di, the door of a column group called "Let's talk about hometown affairs" suddenly opened, and a young woman with a ponytail who looked very energetic ran out and stood.
Look left and right in the passage.
Yang Di clearly heard the woman muttering in a low voice, probably "Why haven't you come yet? It's been several hours" or something like that. He secretly laughed in his heart. With this kind of weather and the chaos downstairs just now, at this time
The police can come, but as for the person this woman is talking about, there is a high probability that he will not be able to come.
At this moment, the woman suddenly turned her head, saw Yang Di, frowned slightly, and asked, "Who are you?"
Only then did Yang Di realize that there were no pedestrians in the entire passage. The people who had just come out with him had already arrived in their respective offices. At this time, Yang Di was the only one standing outside, looking very suspicious.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Di's lies came out: "I am a doctor. Uh, yes, a doctor. I just received a call saying that someone at the TV station is sick, so I came here to check. But, it's really not true.
I know who is sick, but I want to ask what’s going on.”
When the woman with the ponytail heard this, she hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, you are already here. We have been waiting for you for a long time, why did you come now?"
"Ah?" Yang Di found that he could be surprised again. This thing was a bit too coincidental. In other words, this woman had no vigilance at all. She didn't even have a certificate, so she believed that she was a doctor. This was considered to be short-sighted.
Or Madaha?
Before Yang Di could say anything, the woman had already grabbed his sleeve and pulled him into the office, saying, "Come on, sister Xinxin has been waiting for you for a long time. Come quickly."
Yang Di was pulled and pulled into the office, and then he discovered that there was another room in the office with a sign of "Powdering Room" hanging on the door. The woman dragged Yang Di all the way and rushed straight to the dressing room.
He walked inside. Several other people in the office looked at young Yang Di, all in a daze.
In the blink of an eye, Yang Di was dragged into the dressing room. It was a room of about seven or eight square meters, with two makeup chairs and two makeup mirrors. It was not luxurious, but it was not shabby either. It was a sitting room.
The woman on the chair inside made Yang Di's heart skip a beat.
Isn't that the very famous Liu Xinxin? Even if she is not a star-struck fan, Yang Di also knows how famous the sick-looking woman in front of her is. It is inevitable for a person to be beautiful, with good acting skills and a nice voice, which is standard.
She is a singing star in movies and TV shows. Cheng Xin has several songs sung by Liu Xinxin on her mobile phone. I heard that this person will recently participate in a movie shooting in Hollywood. How could she appear on a TV station in a small city like Ling City?
And is this still the case now?
"Sister Xinxin felt a headache at night. She was always in a hurry and didn't take care of it. When she got here at night, she couldn't hold on any longer. No matter what medicine she took, it didn't work. We called the hospital, but there was no news.
We can't let Sister Xinxin go to the hospital now."
The girl with the ponytail was chattering there, but she couldn't explain clearly what she meant. Yang Di waved his hand to signal the girl to stop talking, and calmly walked up to Liu Xinxin and asked, "Have a headache?"
Liu Xinxin nodded, as if she didn't even have the strength to speak. She just leaned weakly on the back of the makeup chair, looking like an indescribable sick beauty.
Yang Di's heart skipped a beat. After all, with such beauty, it would be flattering to say that he wasn't excited at all. But looking at Liu Xinxin's expression, Yang Di didn't think much about it, and casually pulled Liu Xinxin's wrist out, and went away carelessly.
Feeling the pulse, he asked in a low voice in the sea of consciousness: "How are you, ancestor?"
"Hey, this is a stone girl!"
After hearing what his ancestor said, Yang Di hurriedly asked: "What is a stone girl?"
'The stone girl is..., oh, now you don't understand this. In short, this woman doesn't have geraniums. Forget it, you still don't understand this. Let's put it this way, this woman doesn't have those days that she should have every month.
"
"Hey, what don't you understand about this? Isn't it just a blocked fallopian tube? It's not something that is unheard of. After all, I am also a college student, so it's not like I have never heard of this kind of thing."
"Shit, if it's just that the tube is blocked, it wouldn't be called a stone girl at all. The so-called stone girl means that the lower abdomen is as hard as a stone, and it is also very cold, so you can't have sex."
"What do you mean you can't have sex?"
Yang Di's thoughts quickly dispersed, and the gossip in his heart was burning. Liu Xinxin was a stone girl, she couldn't have sex, and there were days when she didn't come. Things like that actually made him forget about treatment.
"Nonsense, can you have sex with a stone? Even if you turn into a vajra, it won't work. Forget it, it won't do any good if you talk about this kind of thing too much. Just listen. This woman has the body of a stone girl, and she is usually cold and sick.
, legs are numb.”
When Yang Di heard this, he asked Liu Xinxin: "Do you often feel numbness in your legs and some pain in your knees?"
Even Liu Xinxin, who was very sick, couldn't help but murmured in surprise after hearing Yang Di's question, and asked in a very small voice: "How do you know?"
"I am a Chinese medicine practitioner."
After Yang Di put a label on himself, he added: "I am different from other Chinese medicine practitioners. Your headache is still related to the cold air in your feet. If I guess correctly, your feet are already cold and
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Liu Xinxin's eyes were even more surprised. She even tried to sit upright and asked, "Can it be treated?"
Yang Di was quiet for a while, as if deep in thought, but actually listening to Yi Qilu's explanation. After listening to Yi Qilu's words, Yang Di said: "This kind of disease is more troublesome to cure. I can let you do it now.