In Ning County, there is the largest Junzijian box on the second floor of Sujia Restaurant. The large round table that can accommodate fifteen people is full of people, most of whom are old people.
Sitting in seat C is Chang Qingshan, the honorary president of the Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, and next to him is a sixty-year-old man who is thin, slightly dark-skinned, and has an erect head.
This person is none other than Wei Yannian, the president of the Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association.
"Doctor Yang, you really spent a lot of money today."
The little man picked up the white wine glass on the table, looked at Yang Chen and Li Xiaoran who were sitting opposite, and said with a respectful smile: "On behalf of our Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, I would like to lend flowers to Buddha, and first toast to Divine Doctor Yang, thanking Divine Doctor Yang for his
Thank you very much for the reception, and thank Dr. Yang for being able to lead Jishengtang and promote Chinese traditional medicine."
"President Wei, you're welcome."
Yang Chen picked up the tea cup in his hand, nodded and said with a smile: "Promoting Chinese traditional medicine and resisting the invasion of our traditional Chinese medicine by Western medicine is what we, the inheritors of traditional Chinese medicine, should do."
"Come on, let's get a drink together. It's been a long time since we last met."
Chang Qingshan looked at the two people's polite expressions and also picked up his wine glass.
"What Mr. Chang said is, let's have a drink together."
"The five-prescription ointment and slimming pills prepared by Divine Doctor Yang have really given us Donghai City's traditional Chinese medicine doctors a chance to win."
"In the future, in Donghai City, Cihang Pharmaceutical will no longer be able to cover the sky with just one hand."
As a famous dermatologist in Donghai City, Lu Xiuping also said excitedly.
Jishengtang’s new products are launched in the morning.
I don’t know whether it’s because of the fame brought by Wufang Ointment before, or because of Yang Chen, but the weight-loss drug was sold out as soon as it was launched.
At the civilian price of one hundred yuan per box, it only takes three boxes to lose ten pounds. This is enough for more people to choose Jishengtang's Zhongcheng weight loss pills, which will beat the high-priced weight loss pills from Cihang Pharmaceutical.
For these Chinese medicine practitioners here, it is also a happy thing for them to be able to make Cihang Pharmaceutical so panic.
Li Xiaoran, who was sitting next to him, was meeting at such a high-profile gathering for the second time. She just drank tea and ate snacks without saying a word, but her eyes revealed her admiration for Yang Chen.
Every woman hopes to have a capable man.
Obviously, Li Xiaoran made money.
"Miracle Doctor Yang, taking this opportunity today, Chang Lao, on behalf of our Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, would like to formally extend an invitation to you."
After everyone put down their wine glasses, Wei Yannian's eyes fell on Chang Qingshan beside him.
"What invitation?"
Yang Chen, who lit a cigarette, looked at the people he knew and didn't know in the audience with some surprise, and asked.
"Miracle Doctor Yang, at the grand event of the Chinese Traditional Chinese Medicine Association held in Tianmen City, you used a set of lost life-sustaining heavenly needles to impress even the medical sages Bian Nian. Such miraculous doctors are a blessing to our Chinese medicine practitioners and also to our West China Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioners.
The blessing of the association is also the dawn of our Donghai Traditional Chinese Medicine Association."
"So President Wei discussed it with me before, and with the opinions of several vice-presidents, we finally formally invited you to join our Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association as the executive vice-president."
"I also hope that Doctor Yang will not refuse."
With that said, Chang Qingshan took the membership card and invitation letter from Chang Wanting's hands, stood up and handed them over.
"Forehead……"
Yang Chen took the membership card and invitation letter, glanced at them quickly, and said with an embarrassed look: "Well...I am used to being free and loose, so I really have no interest in being the vice president.
"
If we talk about it before, as soon as Yang Chen said these words, at least half of the people in the audience would rise up and angrily scold Yang Chen for disrespecting the president and the Chinese Medicine Association.
But now.
In everyone's ears, Yang Chen's words were equivalent to being self-effacing, and even the personality and temper that some miracle doctors should have.
To know.
Yang Chen is on a par with the medical sage Bian Nian, and Yang Chen is less than thirty years old, so his future achievements may exceed Bian Nian's.
The title of "King of Medicine" is not called for nothing in the industry.
"Doctor Yang, please don't misunderstand, and don't refuse, otherwise we old guys will really be heartbroken."
"In the future, we still hope that Dr. Yang can lead us further and further on the road to revitalizing traditional Chinese medicine."
"It is said that he is the executive vice president, but in fact it is just a name. If there is nothing particularly important or difficult, we will not disturb you."
"And the vice president's monthly allowance of 10,000 yuan is only a drop in the bucket for Divine Doctor Yang, but it is also our sincerity."
Wei Yannian saw Yang Chen's somewhat defensive look, quickly got up and walked over, explaining with a smile.
For a treasure like Yang Chen, the traditional Chinese medicine associations in various provinces want to extend an olive branch.
As the president of the Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, how could Wei Yannian give the King of Medicine to others for nothing.
"Ten thousand?"
Yang Chen's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard that there was such a high allowance. Before Sun Yahan and Sun Siyuan could speak, he smiled and agreed on the spot, and stuffed the membership card and invitation letter into Li Xiaoran's hand: "Okay, look.
In the name of Mr. Chang and Chairman Wei, I agreed to this matter. But first, let’s agree that the allowance will be directly credited to my wife’s card when the time comes. I have no interest in money.”
"Yang Chen, there are so many people."
Li Xiaoran didn't expect that Yang Chen would perform this operation. He was extremely happy inside, but his face turned red with embarrassment, and he quickly pulled his arm.
"Hahahaha, okay, okay."
"Not only does Miracle Doctor Yang have rare medical skills in the world, but he and Mrs. Yang have a deep love as husband and wife. I will definitely help you handle this matter."
Wei Yannian quickly responded with a smile.
As long as Yang Chen can join the Donghai City Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, let alone transfer it to Li Xiaoran's card, even if he personally carries the cash and comes to his house to deliver it once a month, it will be fine.
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More than an hour later, Yang Chen drove away from Ning County with Li Xiaoran and arrived at Qingshan Village amidst the greetings of more than a dozen people.
"Then I'll go to the fields and call my parents back to eat hamburgers."
After getting out of the car, Li Xiaoran put the burgers he bought in the upper room, changed his clothes, and said.
"OK."
Yang Chen lit a cigarette and sat on a wicker chair in the yard, blowing in the wind.
After Li Xiaoran left, Yang Chen was lying on the chair and fell into a daze, when suddenly the cell phone on the table rang.
He was so excited that he sat up, looked at the caller ID, and raised a smile at the corner of his mouth: "Second Senior Sister, you are not coming to Donghai City, are you?"
"That's not true. I've been very busy recently, preparing for the Youth Film Festival."
"I just want to call you to tell you that the Zhao Film and Television Group in Tianmen City has been acquired by our Universal Pictures."
"I have 20% of the shares here. I'd like to ask if you want it. If not, I'll just find someone to give it to as a favor."
Yang Qiong's voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Yes, why don't you want it? How much is 20%?"
When Yang Chen heard that the Zhao Film Group was directly acquired by the Second Senior Sister, he sat up in surprise and asked.
"According to the final valuation of the Zhao Group, it's almost 200 million."
Yang Qiong let out a long sigh and didn't seem to care about the two hundred million dollars.
"Forget it, you can keep it for me first."
"Two hundred million is not much, but I'm afraid of scaring my wife..."
"By the way, where is Zhao Xinyu?"
Yang Chen asked.
"I had a sudden stroke two days ago. I'm now in a vegetative state and in the hospital."
Yang Qiong said calmly.
"Good guy, it's quite a coincidence. The Yinmen gang still does things in such a dirty way. If I just let Zhao Xinyu die, it would be over."
As Yang Chen spoke, he suddenly felt a figure moving in the direction of the door, "Second Senior Sister, let's do this for now. There are guests at home, so I won't say anything anymore."
After he hung up the phone, he lit a cigarette, looked in the direction of the door, and said coldly: "Miss Zhao, why are you here again? What are you going to do this time? Looking for death?"