Urban Super Doctor

(Good afternoon! The second one!)

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"Mr. Luo... Are you really Mr. Luo?"

After a while, Zhao Guozheng came back to his senses and stared at Luo Zhiyong in front of him blankly, with an expression of disbelief.

This person is really Luo Zhiyong?

Isn't someone impersonating? Didn't you lie to Zhao Ruobing in an attempt to lie to their fund?

"What do you mean?"

Luo Zhiyong raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Guozheng unhappily, "Could it be that there are still people in this world who look exactly the same?"

He is particularly unhappy with the suspicion of others.

"This... Mr. Luo, I'm really embarrassed, I'm really embarrassed, I offended, I'm so sorry!"

Hearing Luo Zhiyong speak, Zhao Guozheng no longer questioned Luo Zhiyong's identity.

Even if someone can run to follow Luo Zhiyong's facial contours to have a plastic surgery, the entire face is exactly the same, this standard Hunan accent Mandarin is estimated to be difficult for ordinary people to imitate.

If someone really paid so much money and came to lie to him by imitating so much, then he would have recognized Zhao Guozheng.

"Um, Mr. Luo, what did you do just now..."

After confirming that Luo Zhiyong's identity was really real, the look on Zhao Guozheng's face suddenly became a little nervous.

Zhao Guozheng, who is now the dean of the North Suburb Third Hospital, is supposed to be a figure, but compared with Luo Zhiyong, a financial crocodile who can make Huaxia’s financial market tremble, he There is really no self-confidence.

"Not because of the doctors in your hospital..."

When Luo Zhiyong heard Zhao Guozheng's question, he couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Just now because of Zhao Ruobing’s anger, he left so anxiously that when he came out, he even forgot to wear his sunglasses. As a result, there was nothing at the beginning, but he only walked a few steps and entered the elevator. He was recognized by others.

Fortunately, he was clever, and when faced with their apprehensive questioning, he directly denied it firmly and firmly, and even scolded himself a bitch.

As a result, after walking for a while, they still recognized him and shouted one by one for him to sign something.

Although he was recognized, the admired eyes, exclamation and screams of those people made up for and repaired the wounds he suffered from Zhao Ruobing, and allowed him to regain some confidence, but he was signing a few After the name, he didn’t feel right and he ran away. The fans went crazy. It was not a joke. He didn’t want the headlines of tomorrow’s major financial news that Luo Zhiyong, the general manager of China Asset Management, appeared at the Beijiao Third Hospital and was crowded by crazy fans. Crushed to death.

And to avoid the crazy fans, he quickly covered his face.

Although his a little ghostly appearance has attracted a lot of attention along the way, it is better than being recognized and squeezed to death.

"Well, Mr. Luo, I'm really sorry, we didn't entertain you well, it was offensive."

After listening to Luo Zhiyong's narration, Zhao Guozheng quickly apologized in embarrassment.

Although Luo Zhiyong's words are unclear, Zhao Guozheng can also imagine that Luo Zhiyong estimated that Zhao Ruobing had been responding to him, so he put all his sunglasses on Zhao Ruobing. Otherwise, with Luo Zhiyong such a careful person, it is estimated that nothing will be left behind. Stuff.

He also knew Zhao Ruobing's temperament.

Few people who are not familiar with her can stand him, let alone people like Luo Zhiyong.

"No need to say these polite remarks. Now that you have confirmed my identity, can you talk about the fund?"

Luo Zhiyong waved his hand.

He was boring on his own and ran over on his own initiative. Zhao Guozheng was not entertaining him. Isn't it a fart-like polite remark? Although he often appears in major news media, he is a very pragmatic person.

Compared to this kind of boring politeness, he is more willing to be more direct and spend his time on actual work.

"Natural, natural."

Zhao Guozheng was excited and authentic.

"Well, Mr. Luo, before I talk about the fund, can I take the liberty to ask, how do you know about our small fund?"

Although he was very excited, Zhao Guozheng did not completely lose his reason and thinking. After sitting down and pouring Luo Zhiyong himself a cup of hot tea that exuded a strong fragrance, Zhao Guozheng quickly asked the one who was most confused in his heart. The most critical issue.

"This question, I can only say that it is entrusted to others."

Luo Zhiyong unceremoniously accepted the hot tea that Zhao Guozheng handed over. After taking a sip, he immediately felt that the whole person's mood was much better.

Zhao Guozheng's attitude looks like this. This is what Luo Zhiyong should be treated.

The thought of talking about that ice beauty just now for a long time, talking about dry mouth, and not even pouring him a sip of water, he couldn't help feeling a burst of indignation!

It turned out to be entrusted by others!

He just said, how could Luo Zhiyong know about his small fund, and why would he be willing to come to help him manage this small fund.

If someone specially invited him over, it would make more sense.

Zhao Guozheng's face showed a stunned look, and the whole person felt relieved, but immediately he gave birth to a new curiosity, "Mr. Luo, I don't know if it is convenient for Fang to say...".

Who can ask Luo Zhiyong to manage the fund for them?

And it's free to manage?

Who has such a big face?

Zhao Guozheng is really curious.

But before he finished asking his question, he was directly interrupted by Luo Zhiyong, "Dean Zhao, I'm sorry, because my client has specifically confessed, he does not want to be named, so I am afraid I can't satisfy you with this question. If you reject me because of this problem, there is no problem. You only need to write a signed agreement to me and let me go back and have an explanation."

"Mr. Luo joked."

Zhao Guozheng gave a weird smile on his face.

Although he was really curious about who found Luo Zhiyong in his heart, but...just kidding, how could he reject Luo Zhiyong for this reason.

If others knew that he was doing this, they would drown him with saliva. Besides, they would not need saliva from others, and his own conscience would not be able to survive.

"Since Dean Zhao has no opinion here, let's start to talk about the management details of your fund in detail... Before coming over today, I briefly learned about your fund. According to the information I currently understand ..."

Seeing that Zhao Guozheng had no idea, Luo Zhiyong coughed dryly, moisturized his throat, and went directly to the topic. When it came to business, the look on Luo Zhiyong's face suddenly became serious.