Hou Ziyi looked at Yang Chen's joking smile, and was so angry that he punched his fists, and almost opened his mouth to greet the eighteenth generation of his ancestors.
But the thought of being able to use the newly developed ointment of the Hou family to humiliate a ruffian like Yang Chen in front of hundreds of people later made Chang Wanting stop thinking about Yang Chen, and then she would be tolerant again.
A lot of drama, successfully winning everyone's applause, winning Chang Qingshan's favor, and putting his marriage with Chang Wanting on the agenda. This is the key.
"call……"
When he thought of this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on his face: "Mr. Yang, whether our Hou family is performing a show or not, we won't know until the banquet starts. But since Mr. Yang likes gambling so much, how about we also
Gambling point? But judging from your appearance, it might be difficult to gamble tens or even millions. Even if Mr. Sun is willing to bet on Jishengtang, it probably won’t be enough for your winnings!"
"I am a layman, and I just like your rich second generation's money. I will not refuse anyone who comes. Taking the money back to the village to build the countryside is also a good choice. Since Master Hou wants to bet, let's bet on which one of us can cure the disease.
Chang Wanting's grandfather. If I can cure him, how about you lose one million to me?"
Yang Chen shrugged his shoulders and said in a down-to-earth manner.
It will cost money to expand the chicken farm now, and to expand the watermelon greenhouse in the future. Besides, the road in Qingshan Village is really bad. If you can get 10,000 to 20,000 yuan to simply build a section of the road, it will be considered
After I came down from the mountain, I offered my love.
"Okay! One million is one million. But if Mr. Yang loses, not only will he apologize to me in person, but he will also stay away from our Wanting forever!"
Hou Ziyi said lightly.
One million is less than a drop in the bucket for the Hou family, but if we can take this opportunity to make Yang Chen disappear from Chang Wanting's side, this bet will be worth it.
What's more, my grandma spent five years personally developing and formulating this ointment. He is very confident in its efficacy.
"Hou Ziyi, let me say it again, I don't admit that I am your fiancée! You'd better stop calling me that, otherwise I won't give your Hou family face!"
Chang Wanting shouted coldly.
"Master Hou, please go first."
Yang Chen raised his hand and made a "roll the calf" motion.
Hou Ziyi nodded with satisfaction, took one more look at Chang Wanting, turned around, and headed towards the living room with his two assistants handsomely.
"Wan'er, don't worry, Yang Chen is here, everything will be fine."
Sun Yahan looked at Chang Wanting who was so angry that she quickly stepped forward and patted her back gently, comforting her in a low voice.
"The descendants of the Hou family are becoming more and more incompetent."
Sun Siyuan took a long time to look away, murmured, and then said: "Don't worry, Wan'er, if you don't want to marry this junior of the Hou family, I will talk to your grandfather in private when I see him later. Although
I am not a leading doctor in the field of traditional Chinese medicine in China, but based on my personal relationship with your grandfather, he is still willing to listen to a few words from me. Today is your grandfather's birthday, don't be sad, be happy, let's go in and sit down first
Say it again."
"Grandpa Sun, thank you, I'm fine."
Chang Wanting took a deep breath and turned to look at Yang Chen aside: "I'm going to go find my grandfather to get a vaccination in advance, and tell you about your ability to treat ALS. You and Grandpa Sun go in first,
Grandpa and I will come together when the dinner starts."
"good."
Yang Chen smiled and nodded lightly.
Chang Wanting turned around and wiped her tears, then walked quickly into a small independent building next to the banquet hall on high heels.
"Yang Chen, are you sure? The Hou family's ointment is indeed quite famous."
"And Hou Ziyi has made it clear today that he is here to propose marriage, so what he got should be genuine."
After Chang Wanting left, Sun Yahan showed a worried look, looked up at Yang Chen and asked.
Sun Siyuan did not speak, but there was a hint of expectation between his eyebrows.
If Yang Chen can really cure ALS with his super high medical skills, it will be explosive news comparable to huge waves, not to mention in the Chinese traditional medicine community, even in the global medical industry.
"I'm not sure, but I can't tolerate these rich second generations."
"Eat first and fill your stomach first. This is my first time to participate in such a big event. I don't know if I have a big elbow..."
Yang Chen muttered, took out a cheap cigarette from his pocket, lit it, turned around and left in the direction of the banquet hall.
"Grandpa, I always think he can be cured."
Sun Yahan looked at Yang Chen's careless back and muttered: "It's not like I've never seen such a big scene before, but I feel like I'm disdainful of such a scene."
"Same feeling."
Sun Siyuan nodded solemnly. He has been practicing medicine to save people all his life. He has participated in many such occasions and has met countless people. However, a person like Yang Chen, who is mysterious and has a natural playfulness,
He couldn't see clearly, "I hope he can create miracles for our Chinese medicine and our Jishengtang."
…
The banquet hall of Xiangyun Tea House is decorated in a simple and elegant way, and every part shows the nobility brought by money.
Thirty tables of banquets were packed with guests, which was a grand scene for the Chinese traditional medicine community.
Given Sun Siyuan's reputation in the traditional Chinese medicine community in West China, according to the seating arrangement, he could only be placed at the tenth table.
Yang Chen crossed his legs and ate melon seeds leisurely, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.
"Yang Chen, Ziyi was looking at you at that time. It seems that he is planning to give us a kick today."
Sun Yahan sat next to him and murmured.
Yang Chen followed Sun Yahan's eyes and looked up. Hou Ziyi, who was sitting at the second table, was staring at him, with a sarcastic sneer at the corner of his mouth: "You're wrong, aren't you just taking a seat? The dishes are not the same.
, Do you want to show off this? It feels like the Hou family has to develop a kind of dog-skin plaster to treat brain damage and put it on him."
Whoosh!
After saying that, Yang Chen raised his hand and raised his middle finger in the air.
Hou Ziyi, who was sitting at the second table, almost jumped up. This kind of international gesture was simply an insult to him, a second-generation rich man with money, power and status.
But just as he was about to stand up, suddenly the entire hall burst into warm applause.
"The birthday boy is here!"
Following a shout from the microphone, a beam of light from the stage hit the door of the room on the right side of the hall.
Everyone's eyes were chasing the light.
A red door slowly opened, and Chang Wanting slowly walked out of it, holding an old man with gray hair and glasses wearing a red Chinese tunic suit.
Everyone in the audience stood up unconsciously and greeted the birthday boy's arrival with the most polite attention.
Yang Chen held the melon seeds in his hand, stretched his neck and looked at the old man beside Chang Wanting, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I don't have much impression, otherwise my identity will be exposed, and my master may chase him down the mountain and beat him to death."