He Jianming noticed An's father's movements, his expression instantly changed, and he hurried over.
"Hey, Mr. An, what are you doing? These are precious medicinal materials, don't touch them!"
After saying that, He Jianming closed the box with a snap.
Just at this moment, An Xiangrong came out with his bank card.
"Uncle, there are 630,000 yuan in this card, all for you."
When handing it out, An Xiangrong was a little reluctant to part with it.
After all, this is the money my family earns every penny.
"Okay, okay!" He Jianming smiled from ear to ear, patted An Xiangrong on the shoulder and said, "You can keep these medicinal materials for your own use, or you can take them out and sell them to others. I promise.
Ah, you can make a lot of money!"
With that said, He Jianming was about to take the bank card.
At this time, An's father suddenly stretched out his hand to stop his movements.
"Mr. He, since you are making so much money, why don't you go to the medicinal materials market and sell it yourself?"
"Mr. An, you are right!" The smile on He Jianming's face froze, and he said in a pretentious manner: "I see that your son has a better relationship with my Xiaoyu, so I specially take care of your Renxintang."
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"Haha, you are indeed taking care of me!" Father An said with a smile.
His sharp eyes instantly made He Jianming feel guilty.
broken.
Isn't this old man seeing something?
He Jianming winked his eyes calmly, and He Xiaoyu immediately understood, walked forward, and said with a soft smile: "Okay, Brother An, I'm in a hurry here, so I won't stay in the store any longer."
Hearing this, An Xiangrong immediately looked at his father and said with a dry smile: "Dad, hurry up..."
Before An Xiangrong could finish speaking, An's father shook his head, looking like he hated iron, and sighed: "Xiang Rong, we can't have this batch of medicinal materials! These medicinal materials have been soaked in water and are completely gone.
After the medicine is effective, I can’t sell this medicinal material, otherwise it will ruin the sign of our Renxintang!”
As soon as these words came out, He Jianming's expression immediately changed.
"Mr. An, what do you mean by this? How could I use water-soaked medicinal materials to deceive Xiaoyu's friends? You don't want to slander anyone!"
Father An's face was livid.
He didn't know the relationship between his son and He Xiaoyu.
"Mr. He, don't forget, our old An family has been in the medicinal materials business for decades, but we still have some common sense!" An's father said very unhappy.
As he said that, he raised his head and glared at An Xiangrong, "You brat, I usually tell you to read more medical books, but you don't listen! Come over and touch it yourself to see if this medicinal material has been soaked in water!"
However, An Xiangrong glanced at his father with an embarrassed expression, and did not go forward to check the medicinal materials, but just stood there blankly.
"Okay, you unfilial son, now you dare to pretend that you can't hear what my father is saying!" An's father glared angrily, and immediately slapped the table and shouted.
How could it be possible to sell just this kind of medicinal material?
What happened to my son?
How could you willingly suffer the loss of being dumb?
It’s so infuriating!
"You brat, where am I talking to you? What's wrong with you?" An's father was shaking with anger, obviously he couldn't suppress the anger in his heart.
An Xiangrong glanced at He Xiaoyu, and then said to his father in embarrassment: "Dad...you, please don't ask so many questions! Let's just buy this medicinal material."
When An's father heard this, he was so angry that he almost couldn't breathe. He glared at his son fiercely and shouted: "Smelly boy, what nonsense are you talking about?! Did the strong wind bring our family's money?"
Seeing the scene in front of him, He Jianming's eyes rolled around.
From An Xiangrong's tone, it seemed that he had already noticed that there was something wrong with the medicinal materials, but he was still willing to suffer the loss of silence without saying a word.
It seems...
This boy is determined to please his daughter!
Thinking of this, He Jianming smiled "hehe", then stepped forward with a confident expression on his face and said: "Mr. An, I see that your son is not young anymore, he must be thirty, right?"
This sudden question made An Xiangrong and his son stunned for a moment.
"Mr. He, this has nothing to do with you using spent medicinal materials to trick people, right?" An's father glanced at He Jianming, snorted coldly, and stood with his hands behind his back.
"Haha." He Jianming rolled his eyes and said with a smile: "Mr. An, you see that your son has reached this age and there is no woman around to take care of him. If you ask me, a man must get married.
Only when you feel that you have responsibilities on your shoulders can you truly mature."
Father An was slightly startled.
Although He Jianming was rambling about this, the words really spoke to his heart.
Over the years, he and his wife have indeed been worried about their son's life-long events.
But this unfilial son said nothing, had no respect for him, and was unwilling to give in.
Sensing the worried expression on An's father's face, a glint flashed in He Jianming's eyes.
He continued proudly: "Mr. An, do you understand now? I am not cheating your Renxintang, I am giving your son a chance!"
He Jianming looked plausive, glanced at An Xiangrong, and said pointedly: "Our Xiaoyu family doesn't despise your son's age, but you don't know how to praise him."
Hearing this, An Xiangrong felt a flash of inferiority in his heart.
At this moment, the admiration and love for He Xiaoyu in his heart made him subconsciously feel that he was not worthy of him.
An Xiangrong stood up quickly and poured a cup of tea for He Jianming. Then he walked carefully to his father and said nervously: "Dad...I, I..."
After listening to He Jianming's words, and looking at An Xiangrong's slightly red ears, how could An's father not know what his son was thinking.
"Okay Xiangrong, Dad knows! Oh, you kid!" An's father's tone also softened.
After so many years, my son finally met a girl he liked, and he was happy from the bottom of his heart.
However, the woman's father's "taking advantage of the situation" approach really displeased him!
He Jianming pushed up the frames of his glasses. Although his tone was calm, it was full of showoff: "Our Xiaoyu is still a college student. She is beautiful and has good tutoring. There is a long queue of men chasing her.
Team!"
"Xiaoyu..." An Xiangrong felt nervous and quickly looked up at He Xiaoyu, as if he was afraid that she would be chased away by another man in the next second.
"Xiang Rong, this is just a small business worth hundreds of thousands, and you are still fussing over everything here. I don't think you like Xiaoyu that much." He Jianming said shamelessly.
"No, it's not! Uncle, I...I am sincere to Xiao Yu!" An Xiangrong blushed.
Father An looked at his son's humble appearance and felt very uncomfortable. He immediately slapped the table and shouted: "Xiang Rong, what are you talking about? There are so many good women in the world!"
"Dad! Stop talking!"
An Xiangrong turned around suddenly and yelled at his father uncharacteristically: "I...I have identified Xiaoyu! I will never marry anyone but her in my life!"