I have a promise with the beauty

Hua Yiran really went to the bank to mortgage everything he owned, and so did Yang Qingshan. However, there was only one thing that Yang Qingshan did not mortgage, and that was the two-story building that the old man left to him, Baicaotang.

Murong Qiu Shui lay lazily on the deck chair on the rooftop, silently observing that Yang Qingshan would come back before dawn for several days and go out soon after dark. This extremely abnormal living situation made Murong Qiu Shui very worried about Yang Qingshan.

Especially after learning that he had mortgaged the salvaged yacht, he realized that Yang Qingshan was taking risks to save the common people.

"Is Brother Yang really saving people? Brother Yang mortgaged everything, and Dean Zhang also mortgaged everything."

Wang Xiaoni came up with two glasses of juice, with a puzzled look on her face, and said with a pout: "Lu Yao and Qiao Lina are taking a bath. They will not finish it for two hours. Sister Murong, drink some juice."

"Well..." Murong Qiushui stretched lazily, and then said with a smile: "Those men have sacrificed everything, but once they succeed, they will not only solve many medically difficult diseases, but also get amazing results."

My scarred butler has calculated the profits. After successfully opening the market, Xumai Tang will be at least 500 million per year."

"Five hundred million, how long does it take to earn this?" Wang Xiaoni exclaimed: "Should I do something?"

"What do you have?"

"Well...no."

"Just give your people to Yang Qingshan."

Qiaolina suddenly appeared on the rooftop wrapped in a bath towel to look at one, and with one swoop, she landed on Wang Xiaoni's body.

"Help..." Wang Xiaoni shouted in pain.

"Sister, no one will come to save you even if you scream until your throat is broken." Jolina showed an evil expression, grabbed Wang Xiaoni's breasts with a pair of small hands, and said with envy: "It's so plump, give me a little more flesh.

A little bit, just a little bit."

"Ah..." Wang Xiaoni screamed depressedly.

"Stop arguing, take a look at what I found out from the small dark room." Lu Yao also walked to the rooftop wrapped in a bath towel, sat down, spread her hands, and some documents were scattered on the huge air mattress on the rooftop.

The air bed is so huge that it can occupy the entire rooftop. You can do anything on the air bed. It is so soft that you can even roll on the bed. Yang Qingshan occupied the rooftop day and night for a few days. Now in the small building, Yang Qingshan is left with

Apart from the small dark room, there is only a small area like the kitchen.

Now Yang Qingshan followed Dean Zhang to the factory for the first time to conduct a factory inspection.

"Is there enough money?" Yang Qingshan asked carefully while sitting in the car.

"That's enough. We have already prepared 120 million, which is enough." Dean Zhang said confidently.

"That's good, get off the car, they should be waiting in a hurry."

"Wait a minute, do you really want to inspect this factory that is about to go bankrupt?" Dean Zhang asked with some confusion, because before coming, there were five factories to choose from, but Yang Qingshan chose this dilapidated factory in front of him.

A factory that has not paid wages every year.

"I haven't decided yet, it's just an inspection." Yang Qingshan smiled calmly, got out of the car, and appeared in the sun with a straight figure in a suit.

The factory director is an old man who is about to retire. He smokes a cigarette and is dressed casually. He stares at the young man in front of him with distrustful eyes. His eyes are like lightning, trying to see through Yang Qingshan’s true purpose. But in the eyes of the old factory director, he only sees

When Yang Qingshan's gaze is determined to win and save the vicissitudes of life, everything else is gone.

The old factory director looked at Dean Zhang, which was richer, with doubts, with hope, and with the urge to never return.

"Deputy Director Li, take these two for a casual look," the old factory director said, throwing away his cigarette butts, then turned and went to the security room to drink tea.

"Yang Qingshan." Dean Zhang looked at Yang Qingshan. Yang Qingshan was a major shareholder worth 100 million yuan.

"Then just take a look." Yang Qingshan didn't take it seriously. It's normal for the director of a factory that is about to go bankrupt to be decadent.

The old factory director was very decadent, but the deputy director, a brightly dressed young man, had a bright face and led Yang Qingshan into the factory, going from workshop to workshop.

"Although our factory is not a pharmaceutical factory, it was a pharmaceutical factory when it was built. It was only defeated by pharmaceutical factories in the north that it was converted into a tire factory. Many of our old workers know how to make pharmaceuticals," said the deputy director.

"That's right. Although the workshop has not made any medicine for many years, the workshop is still filled with a faint scent of medicine." Yang Qingshan said with satisfaction.

"Yes, yes." The deputy director nodded and said, "All the old workers are using the workshop to produce some cold medicine for their own consumption, but it is not a black workshop and they do not sell it for money."

Some old workers were stunned. They didn't expect that Yang Qingshan could smell the residual scent of medicine in the workshop. They stopped what they were doing and looked at Yang Qingshan and Dean Zhang.

"Can these tires be sold?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"Of course it's sold."

"Will you go bankrupt if you sell it?" Yang Qingshan laughed.

"Haha... the tires are just branded, so they can still be sold, but OEMs also have competition, and the equipment in our factory is poor." The deputy director smiled bitterly.

"How did the factory director sneak in at such a young age?" Yang Qingshan asked suddenly. Seeing the deputy factory director's face stiffen, he was embarrassed to speak and quickly interrupted and went elsewhere.

"His father is a distant relative of the Li family," said an old worker.

"Li family?" Yang Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then looked at the deputy director, who really looked a bit like Li Dadong.

"I am Li Dadong's cousin. I just came back from the United States this year." The deputy director smiled.

"Captain Li's cousin, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Yang Qingshan shook hands with the deputy director again with a smile on his face, then made a serious look and began to inspect.

The factory itself is not big, and the inspection was completed in one morning. Afterwards, we went to the cafeteria to eat together. The old factory director appeared again, staring at Yang Qingshan and Dean Zhang with a critical look, carrying a bowl of white rice and a pile of pickles.

"Mr. Yang, the inspection is over. I wonder what Mr. Yang's plans are for coming to our factory?" the deputy director asked.

"Pharmaceuticals." Yang Qingshan said.

"I know this, but how do you make medicine? We have documents for approval, and we have advantages in terms of procedures." The deputy director smiled.

"I know, this is why we are here. All the objects we inspect must have the ability to produce immediately, but apart from the documents, you don't have any equipment here, but the equipment for secretly making cold medicine

But no, the quantity is too small and too old." Yang Qingshan said.

"These can be improved. As long as you have money, what kind of equipment can't be bought? Haha, Mr. Yang, do you want to invest money?"

"kindness."

"How many?"

Yang Qingshan stretched out a finger with a smile, and the deputy director smiled with satisfaction: "Ten million is a lot, haha... Then let's discuss it in detail and sign a contract."

"It's 100 million." Yang Qingshan said calmly.

"Ahem."

Except for the deputy factory director who didn't respond, everyone in the canteen started coughing and looked at Yang Qingshan dumbfounded, wondering why this idiot would give 100 million to a broken factory.

"Young man." The old factory director spoke, looking at Yang Qingshan coldly and said: "What kind of medicine can you produce with 100 million yuan?"

"Old factory director, stop talking." The deputy factory director said unhappily, fearing that the old factory director would say something unreasonable and make the God of Wealth angry.

"Of course it's medicine, a medicinal soup bag that can dissolve blood, remove blood stasis, and connect the meridians." Yang Qingshan said.

"Medicinal soup dumplings? What are these? It's a scam again. You got a lot of benefits from getting the approval. We won't accept this business." The old factory manager said disdainfully, lowering his head to eat.

"Cheating money?" Dean Zhang was angry, pointing at the old factory director and said: "Do you know how long it took me to study this medicinal soup? Did you know that I saved six vegetative patients during the clinical period? This is the real thing.

Fangzi."

"Rescue the vegetative person?" The old factory director was stunned, he couldn't believe it, and there was something weird on his face that he couldn't understand.

"Yes, what drugs are available now that can revive a vegetative state?" Dean Zhang saw the old factory director's expression and immediately sneered.

The old factory director fell silent, took his plate and left the canteen with an expressionless face.

"How is this old man doing?" Yang Qingshan asked the deputy director.

"His son got into a fight with someone when he was a child and turned into a vegetative state." The deputy director said with a cold smile.

"No wonder he was a little weird just now." Dean Zhang said with a bitter smile. He knew that he had said the wrong thing just now and wanted to apologize, but he didn't know how to apologize. He looked at Yang Qingshan.

Yang Qingshan gave Dean Zhang a reassuring look and said to the deputy director: "I want to buy this factory. I wonder what your opinion is."

"Buy the factory?" The deputy director's eyes lit up. As soon as he came back, he was arranged by Li Dadong and his father to live in this dilapidated factory. The purpose was to make a fortune when he sells the factory one day. Now the opportunity has come.

This guy has 100 million, how much money can he make from this?

"Buying and selling a factory is a big business, we need to have a serious discussion," the deputy director said.

Yang Qingshan smiled slightly and whispered to Dean Zhang in a low voice: "Find a lawyer and delay as much time as possible until I can deal with the factory director."

"What do you want to do?" Dean Zhang asked confusedly as he didn't understand what Yang Qingshan wanted to do.

"Haha, you will know soon." Yang Qingshan smiled, stood up and left the factory, while Dean Zhang called a lawyer to discuss with the deputy director in a serious manner.

Yang Qingshan did not go far after leaving the factory, but wandered around the factory. He got a lot of information about the factory from the residents near the factory, especially the personalities of the two factory directors. The deputy director was almost dug up.

The scolding shows how disgusting the deputy director is, while the old director is everyone's spiritual leader. He just uses his own means to support the factory from closing down, but in the end he still has to face reality.

"It used to be a pharmaceutical factory, but it changed after it couldn't compete with other factories. However, there is still a small factory that makes pharmaceuticals. It is traditional. We can buy some cold medicine in the small factory and everyone can make some wages." An old man said.

"I know, where is the old factory?"

"Not too far, just by the river."