Reinventing the Millennium

Fang Zhuo was completely unable to guess the meaning behind the newspaper, and he could not take the risk to contact Boss Liu Bo at this time.

He can only push the company's progress as much as possible.

Then, he went to the hospital to express his love and affection to his relatives one by one.

"Uncle, I thought you were very handsome since I was a child, and I have admired you very much since then."

"Auntie, I have been close to you since we were young. Qi Qi is like my biological sister."

"Sister, please get well soon, and I will give you a sister-in-law in the future."

Fang Zhuo rambled on for a while, and when he turned around to send his own mother to the station, he was speechless.

"Xiao Zhuo, you have grown up. You are about to graduate and start your own career. You must work more and talk less, and listen more to the opinions of your teachers and friends. Our family is not going well this year, so you have to hold on and endure it."

"Your uncle's family only has one son, Qi Qi, and your father and I have only one son. We have not been two families since we were young. We need to raise money to treat Qi Qi this time. I hope you don't blame mom."

"You know her well in Luzhou, and you often go to the hospital to take care of your sister."

"Well, your grandpa used to be in the brigade. We also wanted to respond to the policy call. If we had known, we would have asked for one more."

Zhao Shumei spoke to her son before the train started.

Fang Zhuo's nose felt sore after hearing this, but...sometimes you still have to stick to yourself, just rely on your mouth to eat, talk more...

"Mom, it's not too late for you and my dad to give me a sister." Fang Zhuo burst into tears.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Shumei boarded the bus, waved goodbye to her son, and went home worriedly to raise money.

Fang Zhuo wandered around the station alone for a long time, until someone wanted to lure him to have fun with a girl, and then he left in a hurry. Hey, don't look at me, I'm not a good person with my bald head.

It takes time to register a company, time to contact the media, and time to build a website.

Everything must develop in pregnancy.

When his uncle Zhao Yiqiang also returned to his hometown, Fang Zhuo said goodbye to him and once again took out 10,000 yuan and handed it to his aunt Xu Ru and asked her to put it in her sister's hospital account.

emmm, how should I say it?

Aunt Xu Ru is a relatively simple person and doesn't know much about the provincial capital. The money is said to be used to start another hospital's agency business. As for other family members, they can only listen to the news on the phone anyway.

After nearly a week, there was no new thank-you letter in the newspaper. Instead, Fang Zhuo found the news that had been published before. According to the "Wan Provincial Daily" report, the asset work of the Red Star Rice Paper Factory was successfully resolved.

The report also included a group photo of city leaders with Chen Shuhu, general manager of Wanxin Investment, and Liu Bo, a farmer entrepreneur.

The timing of this report was earlier than "Thank you Brother Wan", which means that Liu Bo's land purchase is indeed a certainty.

Fang Zhuo confirmed a piece of news that was not very useful. He still could only pray that Boss Liu would be more patient. He had no way to know when the government's land use plan would be released. He just remembered clearly that the value of the land would increase in the next one or two years. .

Non-famous farmer entrepreneurs should be able to hold on until then, right? Even if there are financial problems, selling purple clay teapots can always save the day.

"Lao Fang, how is business lately? I hardly see you anymore. You are using your dormitory as a hotel."

In the dormitory, Lin Cheng came back from the classroom temporarily during the day and unexpectedly found his roommate who was nowhere to be found.

"Well, there's a lot of business and I'm very busy." Fang Zhuo asked perfunctorily, "How was your review?"

"Signed up for a tutoring class...Oh, I still have to work hard." Lin Cheng sighed.

Fang Zhuo stood by the locked cabinet and nodded, encouraging: "Come on."

Lin Cheng walked around Fang Zhuo with his book in his arms, talking casually about the news on campus without taking his eyes off his friend.

Fang Zhuo couldn't laugh or cry. He came back during the day to get a wad of money, so how could he withdraw the money?

"Old Lin, just tell me, I think there's something wrong with your face."

"Ah? Is it so obvious?" Lin Cheng put down the book hesitantly and said, "Old Fang, enrolling in a tutoring class is quite expensive. Well, can I help you run errands to earn some living expenses?"

Fang Zhuo was stunned. He hadn't actually done this job in recent days, he just used it as a reason to slowly pay for medical expenses.

"Okay, this is actually not difficult. Well, just come with me after lunch in the cafeteria."

He thought for a while and continued: "Well, you have to make money quickly. According to my experience, there are a lot of customers around noon. So, you go to the canteen and get two lunch boxes, and we will take them to the hospital to eat."

Lin Cheng agreed repeatedly, happily put down the book and went to the cafeteria to get food.

Fang Zhuo took the opportunity to put a bunch of money in his bag before locking the cabinet and walking to the cafeteria calmly.

I have been looking for a suitable rental location this morning, and I will take Lin Cheng to experience life in the afternoon. I should take a break. Tomorrow I will go to Yu Hong's house, where the company's partners' gathering will be held instead.

At 12:30 noon, Fang Zhuo and Lin Cheng were sitting on the steps outside the medical technology building, eating cold box lunches.

"Holy shit, are we stupid! There are food sellers everywhere in the hospital! Why do we have to buy school food and bring it here! I'm speechless!" Lin Cheng complained about the IQ of the two of them.

"Well, I forgot." Fang Zhuo said calmly while eating his meal one bite at a time.

Lin Cheng was slightly depressed, but it was quickly dissipated by the novelty and tension.

"Lao Fang, Lao Fang, how do you do business? How do you make people trust you? How do you think they need it?"

"When we get to the pathology department on the third floor, we'll be waiting outside the corridor. Usually those who arrive there need to get reports." Fang Zhuo explained carefully, "There are different types of reports in the pathology department. There are about three types of routine pathological diagnosis." It can be obtained in four days, and immunohistochemistry that cannot be done by city and county hospitals will take almost a week."

Lin Cheng thought about it and said, "Can't the city and county do it? Will it take another week? Isn't it easy to win this one?"

Fang Zhuo snapped his fingers: "That's right."

He paused and then added: "Oh, yes, the pathology department also has an autopsy report, which is usually not given to us."

Lin Cheng's goosebumps arose. He stammered and asked, "Why is there still an autopsy?"

"I didn't know that before, until I met an older brother..." Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "That older brother has a bit of a bad temper."

"Will I get beaten?" Lin Cheng asked worriedly.

"Don't hit the smiling person with your hand." Fang Zhuo imparted his experience, "You do this with the mentality that I am helping you solve problems. Hey, basically you just need to have a mouth."

Lin Cheng collected the lunch boxes that his good friend had finished and threw them into the trash can. He said confidently, "Okay, I have a mouth."

Then, he whispered again: "You can show me how to do it first, okay?"

Fang Zhuo agreed cheerfully: "Okay, you come with me, and then you try it yourself."

Lin Cheng's eyes were filled with gratitude.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, as the meal passed, family members of patients gradually came outside the pathology department. Fang Zhuo took Lin Cheng to inquire about the intention, show his ID, register information, and collect fees.

After winning four customers in this way, Fang Zhuo let Lin Cheng do it.

From half past one to two o'clock, Lin Cheng was flying around in front of the flowers like a hard-working bee.

However, this bee did not reap the results.

He found Fang Zhuo sitting on the steps and asked frustratedly: "Old Fang, why don't those people believe me? It's obvious that it's okay when we are together? Can't they still care about face?"

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised by this. He asked his friend about the operation and found that there was no problem.

This...maybe, people's mouths are different?

His mouth matched his handsome face, but Lao Lin's mouth was just an ordinary member of the facial features.