Just as Yan Minghua said, meetings are just like that.
Zheng Yan stood in the middle of the venue and talked about the great principles for almost half an hour and the various benefits of joining the Chinese Medical Union before stopping.
Looking at Zheng Yan, Yan Murong suddenly felt that this old guy didn't do anything to circulate and sell fake medicines, which was really a waste of time.
"It seems that everyone is not against this suggestion?" Zheng Yan asked with a smile as he saw many people on the sidelines nodding.
"No objection." A man in his fifties, wearing a suit and combed a big back in the 1930s stood up and said. "Old Zheng, your proposal is very good. Indeed, a chopstick is easy to fold.
, a pair of chopsticks is strong, and we should be more united."
"Yes, yes, I agree."
"I agree, too."
For a time, many people had already stood up and expressed their support for Zheng Yan's suggestion.
Yan Murong had to admit that doing so is indeed of great benefit to the Chinese and Western medicine circles.
Nowadays, the brand effect is emphasized.
No matter what it is, just add a better brand, the effect can be imagined.
"Minister Liang, how about it?" Seeing that everyone had basically expressed their opinions, Zheng Yan looked at Liang Zhengtao and asked.
"I don't object," Liang Zhengtao smiled. "Although our Chinese traditional Chinese medicine culture has been around for a long time, it has lost its originally supposed glory because it has been settled for too long. This suggestion is very good, and only everyone can work together.
Only by working together can we regain this glory.”
"Okay." Zheng Yan said loudly. "Since everyone has no objection, then I will talk about choosing a president."
After organizing some language, Zheng Yancai said. "Is it the past or the present? In some important positions, the selection criteria are all those with ability.---- Although our Chinese Medical Union is small, we must have
A leader, so let’s select this president from the people who come to the seminar today.”
"Selected? Mr. Zheng, wouldn't you just be the president?" asked the middle-aged man just now.
"Haha, I'm old." Zheng Yan smiled and said. "So, it's better to choose this president from among you."
"Okay, let me talk about the criteria for choosing a president first." Zheng Yan stretched out his hand and pressed down, saying. "First of all, except for us old guys, everyone can participate. The rules are very simple, and those who are capable can do so.
They were just here to learn, but now they have such an opportunity to soar to the sky, so naturally they don’t want to let go.
But after a while of excitement, they figured it out. Even if they were very skilled in their own art, there were teachers and principals above. How exquisite can they pass by them?
After figuring it out, they all lowered their heads again.
"Old Zheng, what are the rules of the competition? Or is it the same for the past year?" Liang Zhengtao asked. "There are still many Western medicine practitioners participating this year. What if the competition is just Chinese medicine practitioners?"
"Minister Liang, please rest assured." Zheng Yan explained with a smile. "Western medicine has Western medicine competitions, and the winner will serve as vice president of the Chinese Medical Union."
"Please forgive me." Zheng Yan smiled and apologized to the Western Medicine team. "After all, what needs to be developed now is traditional Chinese medicine, so the position of president must be a traditional Chinese medicine. I think everyone has no objection, right?
”
"No objection."
"I have no objection, either."
Yan Murong curled his lips and said to himself, of course you have no objection. Vice President, although there is a sub-word word, he is also the president----- Besides, just like this, the president and vice president
Is there any difference?
"Okay." Zheng Yan nodded and said. "In previous years, our Chinese medicine practitioners compared their observation, hearing, asking and touching. This year, we only compared one of them."
"This old guy doesn't know what he is going to do." Yan Minghua said to Yan Murong in a low voice.
"What can he make? The idea of the president's position." Yan Murong smiled disdainfully. "Pick someone Zheng Wuming is best at, and then let him be the president--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Humph, it would be strange if they could believe what their Zheng family said."
"Zheng Wuming knows Chinese medicine?" Yan Minghua asked in surprise.
No wonder she was surprised.
Although the three words Zheng Wuming cannot be said to be well-known all over the world, at least in China, he is very famous.
Successful investments have allowed his wealth to grow rapidly and he has become one of the youngest wealthiest in China, but Yan Minghua has never heard of her as a Chinese medicine doctor.
"How could it not be?" Yan Murong sneered. "My sister-in-law, do you remember what my dad said to me when I was a child?"
"What did you say? I really forgot. Why did you ask this?" Yan Minghua asked strangely.
"My dad said, let me grow up and be a general." Yan Murong said with a smile. "But I have become a Chinese medicine doctor now."
"So what?"
"Not very good." Yan Murong explained. "Speaking of this kind of plot is very bloody----In a large family, officials let their children go on a career, and those who do business let their own people go on a business trip.
Children go to business - this is a very strange phenomenon. In their eyes, if children are officials at home but not officials, and children who do business at home are unfilial. Only one generation can ensure the continuation of the family."
"This old man has such a great reputation, and the Zheng family is also known as one of the four major traditional Chinese medicine families. Zheng Wuming is the only successor of the Zheng family---- From these points, you think he is possible
Do you know how to use traditional Chinese medicine?”
"Haha, it's just that he didn't show it." Yan Murong said with a smile.
"That's not that great." Yan Minghua curled his lips disdainfully. "The four bullshit families of traditional Chinese medicine, if they are really powerful, why don't they solve the virus together this time?"
"He is afraid of death." Yan Murong said. "Rich people all have this problem."
"Then aren't you afraid of death?" Yan Minghua asked with a smile.
"To be honest, I'm even more afraid." Yan Murong shrugged and said with a compassionate expression. "But when I think of those compatriots in the deep mountains living in dire straits, I feel unbearable------The Buddha said, I
Whoever goes to hell if he doesn't go to hell, so I went----- Besides, I'm not a rich man."
As he said that, Yan Murong took out all his pockets.
"You have also seen it. Have you seen any rich man who costs about 200 yuan?"
PS: Sorry, the update is too late. Grandma is seriously ill. I am afraid I won’t be able to go through this year. I am not in my hometown. I went out for a whole morning. I can’t buy train tickets or air tickets. I’m so depressed. I’m afraid I have to drive back
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