I have a promise with the beauty

Yang Qingshan smoked a cigarette and came to the river with his hands on his hips.

This is a moat, a simple straight road, very turbid. The chimney of a small old factory next to it is spitting out thick black smoke. It seems that some kind of production is going on. On the other side of the river is a brand new factory.

, in sharp contrast to the old factory, this is strength.

When Yang Qingshan entered the old factory, there was no security guard to even ask questions. It was as if the old factory no longer existed and had no value at all.

Dozens of old workers were sitting outside the factory eating lunch. They didn't ask when someone came in and just ate by themselves.

Yang Qingshan took out his cigarette holder and approached, but no one paid attention, so he had to enter the factory by himself. He found that medicines were being produced in the factory. They were just simple cold medicine capsules that were not popular and could not be sold. However, Yang Qingshan knew that capsules and other pills had recently been produced.

The medicine was inspected very severely. When he saw the mountains of products piled up in the corner of the factory, Yang Qingshan knew that this old factory could no longer continue to produce.

"Old factory director." Yang Qingshan walked into a workshop and saw the old factory director studying various liquids: "Can you still research drugs?"

"A little bit, I am a student of Peking University." said the old factory director.

"I see, there is a theory."

Yang Qingshan smiled, looked at the bottles and said: "They are all spiritual, but the machines outside are making cold medicine."

"It's none of your business." The old factory director said, looking up at Yang Qingshan coldly: "What if a boy with a fortune of 100 million wants to defraud something from this dilapidated factory? With 100 million, you already have enough to eat and wear.

You can get whatever you want, but go to other factories where you can find what you need and beautiful women."

"What I want are real workers, workers who can really produce high-quality drugs." Yang Qingshan said.

"You want to use 100 million to take away the old workers in the factory! Shameless!" the old factory director yelled angrily.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding."

"Get out! Get out!"

The old factory director roared, and the old workers who were eating outside rushed in immediately. Without saying a word, they drove Yang Qingshan out of the old factory. The security guard who had not been seen just now also came out, a tall and round old man holding a stick.

Then he drove Yang Qingshan away.

"Damn it, my understanding is that if we all cooperate, we all have a piece of food to eat. We need old workers to produce, and we don't want to take away the old workers."

Yang Qingshan shouted to the old factory, but it was useless, but Yang Qingshan had many ways, because he had already taken a liking to this old factory and Li Dadong's cousin.

In the evening, the old factory director left the factory in disappointment. Several old workers who were left behind outside came over and asked worriedly: "Factory director, how could you possibly create a drug to treat vegetative state by yourself? How much would it cost?"

Ah, it’s been many years, it’s time to change my approach, I heard…”

"No need, that person is a liar." The old factory director directly commented on Yang Qingshan: "A billionaire would come to buy a broken factory? What a joke, he is not here to make medicine, but to buy land."

"Buy land? Build a house? Old factory director, this place is desolate and houses in the industrial zone cannot be sold," said the old worker.

The old factory director shook his head and said: "I heard a few days ago that the Liu family in the capital is going to start a big business in Nanyang City and has prepared 5 billion to buy land. This place is also within their consideration range. In a few years,

This industrial area is the key development area of ​​Nanyang City, and land prices will skyrocket."

"I see, the Liu family in Beijing is one of the largest real estate developers." Everyone was surprised. Buying and selling land is the most profitable business these days, and leaders all like to sell land.

The old factory director got on his bicycle and wandered back home to an old-fashioned small building. He went up to the sixth floor, opened the door and walked in. He said lazily: "I won't have dinner."

"You damn old man, you asked a miracle doctor and didn't say anything, so why don't you buy some groceries?" An aunt walked out of the kitchen and said angrily to the old factory director.

"A miracle doctor? I didn't invite him, so don't invite him randomly. There is no such thing as a miracle doctor in this world." The old factory director said unhappily.

"Haha..." The aunt laughed: "Okay, okay, the miracle doctor is here and you are still lying. You don't have to do this to give surprises. Go and see if our child reacts."

"What?" The old factory director opened his mouth in surprise and said, "There's a reaction? What's the reaction?"

"My legs can move now." The big cat said with a smile, and went into the kitchen to cook.

The old factory director looked at the child's room with suspicion, and walked over step by step. When he opened the door, he saw Yang Qingshan checking his child's pulse with one finger, and immediately walked to Yang Qingshan angrily.

"I won't sell the factory!"

"Haha... look." Yang Qingshan pointed at the child's feet, which were jumping up and down.

The old factory director was really dumbfounded this time. He looked at the responsive toes in disbelief. When he looked at the child, his face was rosy. This was the first time such a situation had happened in several years. He couldn't help but look at Yang Qingshan again.

, his eyes have changed a bit.

"What? He's just handsome, there's no need to admire him."

"No, who are you? You have 100 million in your hands, and yet..." The old factory manager looked at Yi Yi again and found that there were silver needles stuck on the back of the child's hands and also on his forehead: "Can you still do acupuncture?"

"Yes, acupuncture, the ancient Chinese medical skill, is a must-learn, and I studied medical books very hard, and I learned to use silver needles to treat colds when I was 3 years old. So far, I have never failed." Yang Qingshan's face was not red, but his heart was not beating.

said.

The old factory director couldn't understand Yang Qingshan anymore. He sat down and looked at the child who had been in coma for several years and said, "How is it treated? Is it the medicinal soup you mentioned?"

"It's Xumai Decoction." Yang Qingshan smiled and said: "But I haven't drunk it yet. I just had an acupuncture treatment first. This child's brain meridians are damaged. He will wake up naturally after the meridians are treated."

"Oh? Can I have a look at the Xumai Decoction?" the old factory director said.

"Okay, in the kitchen." Yang Qingshan smiled.

The old factory manager quickly came to the kitchen and looked at a bowl of Chinese medicine being cooked on the gas. The aroma of the medicine condensed in the kitchen.

"Old man, you said that Chinese medicine is hopeless, but the miracle doctor used a few silver needles to make the child react. What do you think the Western medicine you learned is of use?" The aunt said unhappily: "Hurry up and set the table, we need to eat.

Already."

"Ah? Oh, oh." The old factory manager was still very confused and didn't believe that a bowl of soup could wake up the child.

During the meal, the aunt first fed the child some medicinal soup, and then everyone discussed the medicine in detail at the dinner table.

"If it really succeeds, how many vegetative people will wake up in the world?" the old factory director said in surprise.

"It's not just vegetative patients, but also patients with prosthetic limbs. Give them a jump on their arms, and use this decoction to activate blood circulation. The prosthesis is no longer someone else's arm, but your own arm." Yang Qingshan said.

The old factory director narrowed his glasses and frowned and said: "If you calculate it this way, the profit earned will be higher, but is it feasible? Once your medicine is produced, many pharmaceutical factories will face the possibility of bankruptcy, which will lead to medical problems.

It’s a huge shock to the world.” said the old factory director.

"I didn't expect this, but as long as it can cure diseases and save people, it will be fine."

"Yes, as long as it can cure diseases and save people." The old factory director smiled, but with a bitter smile on his face: "But if you really want to buy a factory, I think those old workers will be eliminated, they are all old...

…”

"You can rest assured that after the new equipment is purchased, there will be new workers, but the old workers will have more important jobs, and their wages will triple." Yang Qingshan said.

"What job? Triple your salary?"

"secret."

The next day, Yang Qingshan, Dean Zhang and several lawyers came to the factory again. Instead of buying the factory, they signed a cooperation contract in the form of a shareholding. This made Yang Qingshan, who had always wanted to buy land and make a fortune, full of illusions.

Deputy Director Li was a little depressed because his fortune was just gone. He thought he had nothing to do, but Qingshan gave him a task.

"Deputy Director Li, although you are no longer in charge of government affairs, I have given you a task. After the Xumai Tang is produced, you will be responsible for sales." Yang Qingshan said to the deputy director in the office. He is now

The new owner of the factory.

"Responsible for sales?" The deputy director's eyes lit up.

"Yes, you are also responsible for the public relations, how about it? I gave you this job just for Captain Li's sake."

"Haha...Brother Yang deserves to be one of our own." The deputy director smiled and said: "Then I will go and prepare. Before the Xumai Tang is produced, I will do a good job in advance publicity, hahaha..."

Yang Qingshan watched the deputy director leave the office with a smile, and raised his ears to listen outside. Sure enough, the deputy director was talking on the phone with Li Dadong.

"Cousin, Yang Qingshan is not a bastard like you said. He is a nice person. Give me a sales manager and a public relations manager. Haha, they are both places with beautiful women. I am very satisfied. Please stop talking bad about Yang Qingshan.

"

"Humph, my good cousin, what have you learned in the United States?" Li Dadong said angrily on the phone: "He is filling you with soup and waiting for you to jump into the trap. I was dismissed because of Yang Qingshan.

"

"Do you have any evidence? You were not dismissed because you hid the gun." The deputy director said disdainfully.

"Okay, uncle said that we need to find a way to take down the old factory building by the river." Li Dadong said.

"The old factory building has been sold."

"I don't care. After my uncle resigned and went to work, he started looking at the land. The old factory and the Wangjia Street were both his goals. However, the Wangjia Street has been decided to be built by Liu Yi. The old factory cannot be lost. This is the intention of a big family. They want to

Build a stronghold by the river."

"What a big family." The deputy director didn't want to talk nonsense with Li Dadong anymore: "I'm done. There's a lot of work."

"Dudu..."

"Old factory building?"

Yang Qingshan stood up, walked to the window, and looked at what was being produced in a new factory on the other side of the river.

"Mengdu Group."

Yang Qingshan looked at the factory opposite with laughter and tears. It was the property of the Murong family, a factory specially used to produce fantasy sneakers. When he thought that he and Murong Qiushui lived together, and the places where they worked now were so close, Yang Qingshan doubted himself.

He has a strange fate with Murong Qiushui.

"Is there any secret in the old factory? Why would a big family be interested in the old factory, or the Murong family across the street?" Yang Qingshan thought to himself, a factory can be implicated in so many things, how could he still

I really can't relax.