Endless Gods and Heroes

"Everyone, stick closer, very good, come here a little more." Su Yao directed the goddesses at home to line up in several rows to stand or sit close to Wang Tieniu, who was wearing a golden sword. Sitting on the sofa, holding He Shuoyue in her left hand and Chu Muyao in her right hand, Nakagawa Qianhuimei was deliberately placed at the edge.

"Okay, sister Ling Wei, let's help with the photo editing." Looking at the photos in the camera, Su Yao handed it to Fang Lingwei with satisfaction.

"Mu Yao only keeps her eyes, Qian Huimei can show her face, and the other sisters and Niu Niu's appearance are all mosaic, right?" Fang Lingwei confirmed with Su Yao again.

"Yes!" Su Yao nodded heavily, Fang Lingwei took the camera, exited the memory card and went to the study.

Wang Tieniu curiously followed her with the goddesses at home. Speaking of which, he had never seen any photos of his own women.

With the beauty of the goddesses, as long as they put on make-up and take pictures, they will always have beautiful effects. They don’t need P-pictures and filters at all. Therefore, their P-picture skills are very poor. Only Fang Lingwei, as a programmer from a major factory, is good at P-pictures. She is at the level of a professional "240" professional player. I saw her skillfully opening the P-picture software on Wang Tieniu's computer. Using the keyboard and mouse together, she was able to retouch the pictures so fast that there were even afterimages. After a few minutes, it was perfect. It's as big as Su Yao's request.

"Okay, Qian Huimei, you can send this picture to the target of fishing." Su Yao blinked at Nakagawa Qian Huimei, who nodded and logged into his LINE account and sent this picture to the only one. One contact person is Chairman Ichiaki Akira.

"Miss Chiemi, what is this picture?!" Ichijo Akira was shocked and stopped in his tracks. He was in an antique and neon-style courtyard, wearing wooden clogs, and was about to visit the head of the consortium behind him.

"This is the best explanation of my status." Chiemi Nakagawa sent a message calmly, "As for the goal of obtaining secrets, the chairman should be able to recognize it."

Looking at Chu Muyao, who only showed a pair of eyes as bright as stars, Ichijo Ming not only enlarged the picture and looked at it blankly, although he had passed the age of extreme pursuit of female sex, he had to admit that he was on Nakagawa Qianhuimei's mobile phone that day. The startling glance inside left an extremely deep impression on him, and looking at the eyes in the photo, he was instantly sure that this was the legendary Chu Muyao who had been sentenced to death.

Looking at the favored Chu Muyao who was hugged tightly by the man next to her, and then carefully looking at Nakagawa Chiemi Jujo Akira who was standing on the edge with a slightly unhappy expression, she couldn't help but take a deep breath subconsciously.

There were sixty or seventy women present. Although the faces of these women were covered by mosaics, judging from their dress and temperament, they were undoubtedly the top beauties in the world. To compete with so many He fought his way through to gain Wang Tieniu's favor and then found out the secret. Ichiniu believed that if he really didn't send people to support Nakagawa Chiemi, the other party would have no chance of success.

"Beauty trap...but that's our specialty in neon." He put away his cell phone and walked towards the building with a determined look. Just as he reached the door, two neon maids in kimonos kneeling by the door stood up, one on the left and one on the left. Open the wooden door to the right.

"Mr. Fujiwara." Ichijo Akira entered the room and gently took off his clogs with the help of the maid. He came to the figure wearing a wide kimono who was facing away from him and quietly watching the gurgling water in the courtyard and whispered. , Although the other party's back was turned to him, Ichijo Akira put his hands tightly against his body and bowed slightly, with an extremely respectful attitude.

"Ichijo-kun, you are here. You said you have very important news to report to me, right?" An old man with white hair and beard slowly turned around and asked, "Sit down, there is no such thing as this winter afternoon." What could be more comforting than a cup of tea?”

Carefully sitting face to face with the old man on the tatami floor of the neon-style courtyard, he picked up the tea served by the maid who walked quietly, took a few sips and watched the old man opposite put the tea bowl on the small table. Akijo Ichijo slowly spoke, "Mr. Fujiwara, I think the Chinese have found a way to cure lung cancer."

"Ichijo-kun, if I heard you right, you used the word cure." Fujiwara frowned slightly, and his slightly cloudy eyes instantly radiated a frightening light. "What is the five-year survival rate?"

"Mr. Fujiwara, as far as I know, there is only one case, and this case is a patient with late-stage lung cancer who has developed dyspnea, high fever, coma, multiple organ failure and other near-death symptoms." Ichijoaki was silent for a moment and said, "Although I know this sounds a bit unbelievable, but the fact is that this patient was completely cured and alive and well.

"Ichijo-kun, are you running out of scientific research funds? Why are there such clumsy lies?" Fujiwara couldn't help laughing and said, "Do you know that my lungs are not in good condition, so you came here on purpose?" What gives me hope? Ichijo-kun, Ichijo-kun."

"No, it's true. Professor Sato can also testify." Ichijoaki lowered his head and said, "I would never dare to deceive you, Mr. Fujiwara."

"Can Professor Sato also testify?" Fujiwara's gray eyebrows were knitted together. Although Tokyo University Hospital is only a very small piece of the puzzle within the consortium, as one of several experts in Tokyo University Hospital who are famous in the world, Professor Sato is still very famous. If he can prove that this matter is true, the credibility will be very, very high.

"Yes!" Ichijo Akira continued to lower his head and replied.

"Do you know what this means?" Fujiwara leaned forward and said word by word, "This means a market of hundreds of billions or even trillions, and I can't see any excitement in you, Ichijo-kun, so There must be some hidden secret in this, right?”

"Yes, Mr. Fujiwara, the fact is that we did not cure the patient. The patient was taken back to China by his family when he was dying. Then we accidentally learned that the patient was now completely cured.

30..." Ichigo Ming's head hung lower and lower, knowing that he would soon face the other party's anger.

"You mean the patients you failed to cure were cured by the Chinese, and then this technology was in the hands of the Chinese?" Fujiwara asked in a sinister tone.

"Yes...yes." Ichijo Akira answered bravely.

"Incompetent! This is unreasonable. What is the use of so much funding given to you every year? Aren't you known as the No. 1 hospital in Asia? Every time I go to your hospital, all I see is your arrogance! Are you lost in various rankings? Kill yourself? Bastard!" Fujiwara slapped the coffee table hard, knocking over the tea bowl on the table. The tea was flowing on the coffee table and was about to drip onto the tatami.

Wearing white socks and taking small steps, two maids in kimonos rushed over quickly and took away the overturned tea bowls and tea. Not long after, two more cups of tea were brought up.

"Trash! Then why are you looking for me now? You want me to buy this technology from the Chinese?!" Fujiwara asked angrily as he stood up and walked angrily around the courtyard.

"Mr. Fujiwara,...for unknown reasons, the Chinese have not disclosed this technology." Ichijo Akira replied sweating profusely, "Our lack of ability makes you worry! I'm sorry!"

"This technology has not been disclosed?" Fujiwara was keenly aware of the key. "He sat at the coffee table again. "The Chinese are so confident in their technology?"

"Yes, after a long period of observation, we have never seen Chinese people apply for relevant medical patents in all medical-related fields." Ichijo Akira finally dared to raise his head and speak. He understood the anger of the helmsman of the consortium. The period has passed.

"Don't they want to make it public? That proves that there must be no technical barriers to the treatment plan for us. It is the kind of technology that will be imitated immediately once it is known. Moreover, they should be unable to build corresponding professional barriers and have no choice but to make it. This choice." Fujiwara said calmly, "Do you want to steal their technology? Ichijo-kun."

If a patented technology wants to be effective, the technical content must be disclosed. After ten to twenty years, the patent will expire and become a technology that anyone can use. If you do not apply for a patent but keep it secret, Maybe no one will ever know the secret, just like the formula of Coca-Cola is a trade secret rather than an invention patent.

"Yes, and we have already made a good start!" Ichijo Ming said excitedly.

"Oh?" Fujiwara's brows finally relaxed. "Really?"