Song Qianqian smiled in her heart. She had seen this kind of thing too many times.
She didn't bother and nodded, "Okay, my brother will continue to come over and practice. After half a month, you can hand him over to Qingxuan to continue practicing martial arts."
In other words, she would not disrupt his plans at all.
Zhan Liunian looked at her slightly, "Why don't you bother me anymore?"
In the end, Zhan Liunian looked at her with interest, "I can even sign you up. Wouldn't it be nice to have one more person in the family making money?"
Although she is not as obedient and honest as her brother at first glance, there is no untamed horse.
Song Qianqian nodded thoughtfully, "It's good to have money."
Then he smiled, not knowing who was making money for whom.
She knew what the person in front of her was planning, and she was not in a hurry, "I just said, see you in half a month, and we agreed to meet Qingxuan together."
There was a bit of contempt in Zhan Liunian's eyes, "I have to remind you first, Qingxuan does not accept disciples casually, unless he is sure that he wants to join the Divine Weapon Department."
"You don't have to worry about it." She said calmly.
Song Qianqian didn't want to waste any more time, so she walked towards Earl Song and was about to leave, but thought again.
To deal with this person, you need to know his identity.
"By the way." Song Qianqian asked, "What's your name?"
She asked this casually, which made Zhan Liunian smile. It was not enough for a little kid to introduce himself.
But he was a good prospect after all, so Zhan Liunian handed him a business card.
"A long time ago." Song Qianqian read his business card: "Is he the current president of Sichuan Bank?"
"Sichuan Bank?" Song Qianqian looked obviously surprised.
Sichuan Bank is the first purely private bank.
Later, he entered the financial world and made great achievements in the past five years. His market value doubled, and he became one of the four wealthy families in Haicheng.
The young man's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he had seen this expression many times. The next step was to flatter him and cling to him.
He raised his chin slightly and said, "Now that you know my identity, can you sign the contract with confidence?"
Song Qianqian punched the number several times, stuffed the business card back, and asked meaningfully: "Sichuandu Bank has been so successful in recent years. What kind of good luck did it have?"
She did not follow the set plot. Zhan Liunian was stunned for a moment, and his expression became cryptic. Because of her question, she was caught off guard and asked about the financial details of Sichuandu Bank.
Looking at Zhan Liunian's expression, she knew better.
"Looking forward to seeing you next time!" She waved her hand.
"Also, don't let my elder brother know what we talked about today." She looked at her nails that were almost split as she walked.
She had just succeeded in being cool at target practice, but this body was not her own after all. This kind of professional thing was a little stuck. Fortunately, outsiders couldn't tell.
Zhan Liunian stood there and watched her go away, little brat!
With her small body and short legs, Zhan Liunian didn't believe she could defeat Qingxuan when the time came.
When the time comes, he will sign the contract with his brother, make a lot of money, expand his business areas, and become involved in military and political affairs.
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During those days, Song Qianqian took time to take orders and earn money, while helping the clinic solve what Chen Bing thought were difficult and complicated diseases.
In just half a month, Chen Bing Clinic has become popular around the world, and there is an endless stream of people seeing patients.
Chen Bing immediately changed the location, rented a three-part storefront, and doubled the amount of herbal medicines he purchased.
Doctor Song personally went to the medicine farmer's market to collect the herbs. This was her request so that he could become familiar with various herbs during this period.
Uncle Song got a bonus of 20,000 yuan in the first month. To him, it was a huge sum of money and he was so happy!
Of course Song Qianqian was happy for him, and took a test on him by the way, "Song Jinuan's hands have been soaked in water all year round, and her skin has become sick. Can you give her something to soak in?"
"And mom's feet, don't they hurt when it rains? Are you showing your filial piety?"
Uncle Song agreed and went to the herb market the next day, brought home two packets of medicine, made soup, and soaked it for his sister and old mother.
Secretly, he did not forget to ask her humbly, "How is it?"
Song Qianqian looked at the medicinal herbs and nodded, "It's okay, but it's not the best prescription. You will know if you continue to dig deeper into the functions of medicinal herbs and become familiar with the "Qiancao Compendium" by heart."
Dr. Song Shu did not refute at all and was very obedient, "Okay! I will listen to you!"
It's almost the end of the month.
Song Qianqian's cell phone received a call from Mr. Shang Qi Sheng.
His voice sounded excited, "Girl, guess what I just did?"
In Song Qianqian's eyes, he was just a cute old naughty boy. While making orders, he smiled good-naturedly and asked, "Are you secretly playing chess again?"
Shang Qi Sheng shook his head and said with an air of dignity, "I'm going for a run!"
Ever since she rescued him from a coma, Shang Qisheng has always felt refreshed and suddenly became ten years younger. He always had the urge to go for a run.
It wasn't until I took the medicine she prescribed that I couldn't resist the urge to try it, and I actually didn't have asthma!
The merchants were so frightened that they sent out their bodyguards to catch him, but were shocked by his running state as light as a bird.
Shang Qi Sheng made this call, of course, not just to show off, but because of something agreed before.
He then said: "Girl, grandpa wants to take you to someone's house for treatment. Can you help me?"
Song Qianqian first stated, "I need to collect money."
Shang Qi Sheng laughed loudly, it turned out that he was a little money fan, "Take it! You must take it!"
Although the Gu family has been in a downturn these past few years, they still have plenty of money.
Half an hour later, a blue car picked her up from the alley entrance.
Song Qianqian looked at Shang Chao in the car, "Why is he here?"
Shang Qi Sheng laughed, "Didn't you drug him last time? His hand doesn't seem to hurt so much recently. He definitely cares about you!"
Drugging...
Song Qianqian's eyes twitched when he heard these words. Instead of correcting him, he showed his hand to Shang Chao: "Medical expenses, first visit, the friendship price is one million!"
After hearing this, Shang Chao's mouth twitched. One hundred yuan or one million?
Shang Qi Sheng was the first to speak: "Here, it's worth the price!"
Then he said: "Where is my old man's asthma medicine? Why don't you charge less?... How about five million?"
Uncle Zeng trembled while driving the car. He had never heard such a bargain before. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to step on the accelerator. Gasoline is so expensive. Can Master Qi resist spending such money?
Master Qi hasn't married a wife yet, so he must be more economical.
Song Qianqian looked at Shang Dynasty.
Shang Chao turned his wrist. He was still twirling the beads, but now it was not because his joints hurt, but because he had become accustomed to it after so many years.
He was calm and said, "Since the old man has opened his mouth, let's let this be the number."
Definitely worth it.
Strictly speaking, the hands of Shang Qiye have more than these numbers?
However, when Song Qianqian wrote the check, he only asked for a total of two million from the father and son, "It's good to cooperate next time!"
Uncle Zeng: "..." I don't expect Master Qi to get sick like this.