Yan Murong was surprised, surprised that Su Qingwu would care about him and say such words, which was unimaginable before. Although his tone was a little lighter, at least this woman knew how to care about people.
But, this sounds a bit awkward.
What does it mean that the one who hopes to die is not you? Why don’t you just say that you hope Zheng Wuming will die?
"Hey, let me show you something." Yan Murong leaned over to Su Qingwu's desk, took out the bronze badge from his pocket, placed it in front of Su Qingwu, and said, "Have you seen this thing?"
"Is this?" Su Qingwu picked up the badge, looked at it for a while, and asked in confusion. "Where did you get it?"
"It was given by someone else." Yan Murong shrugged and said. "The old man said, this thing can save my life. I also asked my grandfather, but he won't tell me."
"It seems like a dragon on it." Su Qingwu looked at the pattern on the badge and said.
"I know." Yan Murong nodded and said. "I just asked you if you know the origin of this thing."
"I don't know." Su Qingwu said straightforwardly.
"Damn, I don't know what to do if I see it for so long." Yan Murong grabbed the badge in a stingy manner and said. "By the way, there is a condition regarding our advertising this time, that is, if I have a new prescription, I must hand it over to the country first. I think about whether we should get some new products?"
"This is your business." Su Qingwu said.
"I want you to make an idea," Yan Murong said helplessly. "I don't understand commercial things, but if I give them to the country, I will never watch me starve to death----I want to find a time to go back, and then we will study this sharing problem."
"You know money in your mind?" Su Qingwu said to Yan Murong with a blank look. This guy is also very obsessed with money.
"What did you say?" Yan Murong said unhappily. "Who doesn't love money----You just said I've driven your money out."
To be honest, Yan Murong actually doesn’t care much about the amount of money. He has a way of living with money, and has no money. But now, Yan Murong has to try every means to make money, and the more the better.
In terms of identity, he is the eldest son and grandson of the Yan family. Although Mr. Yan retired, his disciples are all over the world and his remaining power remains. Zheng Wuming's Zheng family is known as the three major traditional Chinese medicine families, and Zheng Wuming has devoted himself to the business world and looks like he is just a businessman.
There is a very ironic saying that goes. In China, foreigners are first-class citizens, officials are second-class citizens, ordinary people are third-class citizens, and businessmen are fourth-class citizens.
In fact, it is not unreasonable to say it. In ancient times, there were scholars, farmers, industry and commerce rankings. From these four words, it can be seen that merchants are even inferior to farmers and workers.
However, on the other hand, merchants are the richest, and now the times are different, and the status of merchants is incomparable.
The Zheng family is a big family in Yanjing. They have stood for a hundred years. If there is no one in the court, no one will believe it.
Therefore, Yan Murong had to admit that Zheng Wuming was not even inferior to him in terms of identity and status, but in terms of money, he lost to Zheng Wuming.
Although money is not omnipotent, it is absolutely impossible to have no money.
Yan Murong knew what he would face in the future. Without sufficient financial support, he could do nothing and could only make a small fuss on the land of Yanjing.
Although Yan Murong, among the three major consortiums in China, he can occupy two of them--one is his wife and the other is his sister-in-law, Yan Murong is not shameless enough to use his family’s money to do his own business.
Similarly, he couldn't do this----he knew that what he was about to face in the future would definitely not be the opponent Zheng Wuming, and he could not drag his family into this vortex.
"Do you have many prescriptions?" Su Qingwu asked softly.
Although she didn't know who Yan Murong's master was, she knew that Yan Murong's prescription was a kind of thing that was hard to exchange for. It was not comparable to those prescriptions prescribed by traditional Chinese medicine on the market.
"There are, there are, but there are very few that can be taken out."
Yan Murong said the truth. If he wanted to take out this precious prescription, he would definitely take out a lot of it, but the consequences caused by taking it out are not very good.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"I want to go to Suhang again." Yan Murong thought about it and said. "Xiang Ling's father has a prescription. I have read it. Although the prescriptions in it are a little worse than mine, they are also better than ordinary prescriptions. I can use it after I improve it a little."
Yes, Yan Murong started to make the prescription for the Teng family.
He believed that if he wanted it, the Teng family would not refuse.
The reason for doing this is because Yan Murong is going to make money by the death. In addition, he will personally go to Baoshan to find the second half of the "Qingnang Jing".
As for whether he could find it, Yan Murong was not sure. He didn't know how long he would stay there, but he knew that he had to start making plans now.
"I'll call her." Su Qingwu said.
I have to say that Su Qingwu is really smart. She can guess the same thing without saying something too clearly.
From the first time Yan Murong and Zheng Wuming met, to the last words of Yan Murong today, she already knew that it was not only because of Zheng Wuming's feelings for her, but even a bottomless pool of muddy water waiting for Yan Murong to jump down------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Su Qingwu found that she knew Yan Murong so little. It was the first time she found that she didn't know anything about the man she had been waiting for for more than ten years.
"No need, I'll go find her in the afternoon. If nothing unexpected happens, we will go to Suhang in the afternoon." Yan Murong thought for a while and said. "You go home tonight and tell my grandfather that when I come back from Suhang, I will take out a few more prescriptions."
"Well, I will go." Su Qingwu nodded and said.
"Okay, I'll leave." Yan Murong nodded and turned around and walked out the door. As soon as he opened the door, Yan Murong turned around again, looked at Su Qingwu, and said seriously. "I'm not here, don't blacken my money."
"Get out." Su Qingwu said angrily.
After Yan Murong completely disappeared into her office, Su Qingwu sat down. Her face, which had just been cold, changed into a smile and said to herself. "Yan Murong, although I don't like you very much, I will help you. I am looking forward to what height you can stand at."