In the evening, Zhu Tong and Wang Juefei met at Gonglan in Nanhai. This time it was Wang Juefei who requested it, and Zhu Tong also happened to have something to do with him.
Wang Juefei was surprised by the changes in Tianli Company. He thought that Li Xiang was behind all this. The entry of @图 Technology Investment Company was just a surprise to him, and the cooperation with Jin Juhua was what excited him.
Although his shares have been diluted to 20%, he is still very satisfied.
Wang Juefei didn't know Jin Juhua's background, but he knew that Jin Juhua's clients were all super large companies. When he thought about it, Li Xiang's background was much more mysterious than he had previously expected.
"Li Xiang, I heard that you had an accident recently, do you need my help?" Wang Juefei was polite as soon as he sat down, and Zhu Tong complained in his heart: If you don't go out with good things, why does everyone know that he was deceived?
"No, it's just a small matter. I can handle it myself." Zhu Tong pretended to be fat and pushed him over in a relaxed manner.
Wang Juefei also thought that this was a trivial matter. One million eight hundred thousand yuan should be the same to Li Xiang as two million yuan was to him. Zhushi Real Estate Company must not end well. This was Wang Juefei's judgment.
This kind of meeting is actually just a casual chat, to build feelings and enhance friendship. In the hospital, Wang Juefei is the dean and superior. Here, everyone is friends; unintentionally, Wang Juefei has regarded Zhu Tong as his backbone.
Therefore, when Zhu Tong proposed to arrange a short trip, Wang Juefei quickly agreed.
During the meal, Wang Juefei introduced several friends to Zhu Tong, including the president and vice president of the hospital, as well as well-known experts and scholars.
Zhu Tong humbly said that he was Wang Juefei's student, which was not a polite statement; the results of the postgraduate examination had come down, and Zhu Tong was admitted to the Graduate School of Marine Medical College with high scores, and his tutor was Wang Juefei. This was a fact; however, everyone thought that
He is saying kind words.
Also at this party, Zhu Tong met Fanxing's senior brother and the director of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of a hospital in Shanghai: Bai Jiashu.
The real circle of traditional Chinese medicine still pays great attention to the tradition of master-teacher. Bai Jiashu had greeted Fanxing, and meeting Zhu Tong was very natural and cordial. The director of the hospital where Bai Jiashu worked was very familiar with Wang Juefei, so he led Bai Jiashu
I came here because I wanted to find out Zhu Tong’s true abilities. But I didn’t expect that the two of them were brothers.
"Jia Shu, your junior brother's medical skills are better than yours." Someone was joking.
"That's right. Li Xiang is the teacher's close disciple and has received many teachings. I, at most, can be considered a registered disciple."
When Bai Jiashu said this, everyone laughed and agreed with this statement in their hearts. This is the case with Chinese medicine. Everyone has the core thing or secret recipe, which even students will not easily teach.
The waiter began to pass the dishes, and Wang Juefei was in a good mood. He booked a large private room and an indoor band to entertain the dinner. Everyone's interest gradually increased, and Liu Manxiang came in to toast. Five minutes later, two young singers walked in and said they were in a club.
Arranged for Mr. Wang.
Wang Juefei felt that he was very proud, so he ordered two more bottles of foreign wine and winked at Zhu Tong when no one was paying attention.
Zhu Tong knew that it was time for him to leave, and so was Bai Jiashu. Wang Juefei wanted to promote the Smurfs at this party; the deans were discussing business among themselves, and it was inconvenient for subordinates to be present.
Although the little liar no longer cares much about this business, Jin Juhua has sent many cooperation intentions; but he still knows what Wang Juefei is thinking; so Zhu Tong and Bai Jiashu get up to say goodbye first; on the way, Zhu Tong turns back to the ocean
He went to the hospital and gave Bai Jiashu his revised notes on the Thirteen Acupuncture Techniques of the Ghost Gate.
"Senior brother, the things inside are given to you by Li Xiang; I don't use them well."
Bai Jiashu also practices simple health-preserving exercises. After flipping through a few pages in the car, he sighed: "It's a good thing, but it's a pity that I saw it too late."
"It's nothing too late, just look at the end." It was inconvenient for Zhu Tong to drive, so Bai Jiashu turned to the last few pages and saw a section of "qi" exercises written by Zhu Tong on it.
"Senior brother, if you practice this word well, you will be able to master it within five years, and you can probably use the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate."
Bai Jiashu didn't speak. He was in his thirties. According to the general theory of traditional Chinese medicine, his body had begun to decline. However, this "qi" exercise seemed to be specially prepared for traditional Chinese medicine. Among them, the luck-regulating exercise was most suitable for acupuncturists.
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People can't cover up for you for no reason. Zhu Tong knew what Fanxing said to his senior brother, but he didn't believe in free lunches.
Back at Zijin Haoyuan, Zhu Tong told Ye'er that he would go out with the dean to treat patients the day after tomorrow, and he would receive about 20,000 yuan in hard-earned money. This was money earned based on his own ability, and it was very clean.
Ye'er felt uneasy and always felt that such money was not good. But her lover was for the future of the two of them, so it was too late for her to feel distressed. She silently prepared her luggage for Zhu Tong. Zhu Tong said that she would go out in about a week this time.
Ye'er prepared several sets of changes of clothes for him.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Zhu Tong hugged Ye'er and wiped away the worry between her brows.
"How can you not be worried? My sister said she wanted to sell the house and buy two smaller ones." Ye'er turned to look at Zhu Tong; "I refused, Li Xiang, I don't know how to comfort her."
"Just say that Li Xiang has relatives overseas and doesn't care about the money." Zhu Tong coaxed Ye'er with a smile; "I want to marry my Ye'er in the villa."
"Dream." Ye Er turned around and said, "Dreams are always beautiful." She didn't know that if Zhu Tong was willing, owning a villa would not be a dream at all.
On March 21, Kazuo Ikeda called Zhu Tong. He had been in Shanghai for half a month. However, Zhu Tong was not in Shanghai at this time. He was in the distant mountain city of Chongqing with his second senior brother.
This time, instead of going through Wu Zhanming, Zhu Tong went on a business trip with Wang Juefei in name. In fact, the two separated at the airport. Wang Juefei went to the Northeast to attend a dean's conference, and Zhu Tong went to pick up his senior brother from prison.
Chongqing is a humid mountain city. Looking out of the porthole, it is a chaos of white fog, and the plane is like a sea of fog in the clouds.
After walking out of the airport and blending into the mountains and rivers of Chongqing, it was quite comfortable to feel the humid air; it was just that the sun could not be seen. The whole city was embraced by the mountains, and there were tall buildings built against the mountains everywhere, which made it feel a little depressing.
Just like the last time he flew on a plane, this time Zhu Tong was helped out of the cabin by his second senior brother Zhu Huai and walked out of Chongqing Jiangbei International Airport.
The sphenoid nerve cannot withstand the torture of high altitudes; it is crooked and Zhu Tong cannot stand straight.
The little liar hates this feeling on his head and feet. Once it attacks, he will feel dizzy. Even if the stewardess next to him is as beautiful as a fairy, he will not be able to appreciate it.
There are four people from the Zhumen who came to pick up the senior brother this time, Zhu Tong, Zhu Yun, and two disciples of the senior brother Zhu Huai, Zhu Shan and Zhu Hai. They have been following the second senior brother in the past few years, and each is responsible for a few
Dojo; especially Zhu Shan, who came from Shaanxi, behaves like a worldly master. After being a monk for a long time, whether true or false, you will have some occupational diseases.
Living Buddha Suowanda is still in Shanghai. After following Zhu Tong to show off his authority at Puxian Temple, he has already stated that he will not participate in similar nonsense. There is nothing the little liar can do. Although Zhu Fei doesn't talk much, he is still a great master.
However, the little liar's goal has been achieved. After suffering this loss, the Yipin Golden Buddha did not even protest or anything like that. It seemed that this incident had not happened at all; there was no news about Suowonda's defection in the world.
Only people at a certain level know the news about Zhumen.
Zhu Yun asked Zhu Tong on the plane, how did he gather such a master?
Zhu Tong was enduring the torture of "airsickness" at that time, and could only smile bitterly. It was impossible to explain such things clearly. Suowonda's purpose was to learn from Zhu Men's magical powers; according to Zhu Men's rules, such people were not allowed to be included in the door wall.
In Chongqing, there are two choices for where to stay. One is Hongfa Temple in the suburbs of Chongqing. It was originally a small and dilapidated temple. After the elder brother's accident, Zhu Yun bought the small temple and spent money to repair it in a few years. It is now a small temple.
A dojo with beautiful scenery.
Zhu Huai's two disciples moved into Hongfa Temple half a month ago, and took the opportunity to clean up their temporary residence after the master came out.
One is where Zhu Tong and Zhu Yun live now, a four-star hotel by the Jialing River.
This arrangement is the intention of the current head Zhu Tong. According to Zhu Yun's habit, he will not stay in any star-rated hotel; the little liar is not used to hardship.
The night in the mountain city was humid and lively, and the bathtub of the four-star hotel was spacious and comfortable. After eating a few bouquets of flowers bought on the road, Zhu Tong finally recovered. The longer the flight took, the slower the recovery of Die Shen became.
"Sooner or later I will be killed by this little thing." Zhu Tong walked out of the bathroom wearing a bath towel in frustration. In the living room, the meal Zhu Yun wanted had been delivered.
"What are you doing eating this garbage? Brother, when you come to Chongqing, you have to go to the street corner to eat food." Zhu Tong wanted to drink, but the food in front of him was obviously not to his liking. He quickly changed his clothes and pulled Zhu Yun out of the hotel.
Since Zhu Tong became the head of Zhu Sect, today is the first time this year that we sit together to eat together, and Zhu Yun is actually a little nervous.
Originally, I had no feelings about Zhu Tong becoming Zhu Yun, the leader of Zhu Sect.
Zhu Yun is a person with no ambitions. In recent years, everyone has been alone and knows Zhu Tong's temperament. But since his uncle Zhu Huang was born, everything in the Zhu family has been slowly changing; Zhu Huang's respect for Zhu Tong
Attitude gradually built up Zhu Tong's majesty, influencing everyone in the Zhu family.
Zhu Yun was thinking about something when Zhu Tong spoke: "Senior brother, why did the senior brother go in?"
They are now sitting in a lively street stall by the river. Different from other places, there are red hot pots in front, back and left; not far away, there is the vast river.
"I don't know. I only know that my senior brother accidentally injured someone. I asked him a few years ago, but he refused to tell me. I have read his case file and found that the deceased was an cultural relics dealer in Shaanxi. In the past few years, Zhu Shan has made inquiries in many places in Shaanxi, only to find out
I know he belongs to a family of grave robbers."
"I know." Zhu Tong's calm reply made Zhu Yun alert. He followed Zhu Tong's gaze and saw three people sitting down ten meters away.
Razor Zhang, Hong Jiaxin and Zhu Yundu all know each other, who is the old man among them? In the March weather, he is still waving a paper folding fan. When opening and closing, a statue of the god of fire appears on the fan, which is the fourth grade red fire.
of God.
"That should be the whistle." Zhu Tong smiled and nodded. Shao Zhang held his right hand and his body trembled; Hong Jiaxin rolled his eyes in return.
Zhu Yun nodded slightly, only the siren of the fourth-grade prosperous master could be so majestic, right?