With a debt of 2000 million, the barrage calls CP sweet

Chapter 33 There are no projects in Beijing that you cannot invest in
Mingzhuo sat in the waiting seat, calm and indifferent, looking down at his phone, without making any response to Jia Jia's words.

Jia Jia's face became even more ugly. She sat down and said, "Miss Ming, do you look down on me? Is it possible that your master is more powerful than my mentor?"

Mingzhuo's fingertips were typing on the keyboard of his mobile phone, "Miss Jia, can you stay away from me? I have a cold recently and I can't stand the smell of your perfume."

Jia Jia's silver teeth were almost broken.

"Ms. Ming, the perfume I am wearing is STOO's new sandalwood fragrance, which is made of pure natural materials."

Jia Jia covered her lips, pretending to be surprised, "Miss Ming, this must be your first time smelling it, right? That's why you're not used to it."

"This is not the smell of sandalwood." Mingzhuo raised his eyelids, "Either you bought a fake perfume, or STOO is of poor quality."

"You're talking nonsense!" Jia Jia retorted sharply, "Have you ever bought anything from STOO? You actually said that what I bought was fake! This bottle of perfume costs [-] yuan. Have you ever used it?"

Mingzhuo glanced at her calmly, "The words spoken by people who use fifty-six thousand perfumes are cheap and mean."

"you--"

"Miss Jia, can you stay away from me?" Mingzhuo took out a needle from his pocket.

Silver light flickered.

"My medical skills are average, and with just one injection, you might be paralyzed."

Mingzhuo curled his lips and gave a perfunctory smile, "Miss Jia, if I accidentally hurt you, I'd like to apologize in advance."

Jia Jia swallowed, glared at Mingzhuo, and stood up.

"Mingzhuo, just wait to be exposed! I've been on CNKI, and you don't even have a single medical paper! You actually lied to my master. Do you really think you can trick your way into the upper class? What a dream!"

"If Mr. Zhao knew your true identity, do you think he would kick you?"

Jia Jia's eyes were like poisonous snakes spitting out words, cold and violent, full of jealousy and malice.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao can't kick me." Mingzhuo lowered his eyes and clicked on the phone page.

Just in time, a message from Zhao Pei popped up.

[Zhao Pei: I'll go in right away. The camera is ready. I'm sure to record you clearly and beautifully. ]
Mingzhuo clicked on the message, raised his phone, and waved it in front of Jia Jia.

"See?"

Just as Jia Jia was about to grab the phone, Mingzhuo withdrew his hand.

"Miss Jia, please."

Jia Jia laughed, "Mingzhuo, real gold is not afraid of fire, and a liar is a liar. Do you think you can hide it for the rest of your life?"

After saying that, Jia Jia stepped on her low-heeled leather shoes and left, sitting on the other side of the waiting seat, staring at Mingzhuo with sad eyes.

In a blink of an eye, Jia Jia came out and it was Mingzhuo's turn to check the pulse.

As they passed each other, Jia Jia bumped into Mingzhuo deliberately.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see it just now-"

"It's ok."

Mingzhuo stepped on Jia Jia, leaving a deflated footprint on her shiny little leather shoes.

"Sorry, I did it on purpose."

Jia Jia looked behind Mingzhuo, Zhao Pei, who was holding a camera, and looked at him aggrievedly.

"Master Zhao!"

Zhao Pei pretended to be stupid and said, "What's wrong? Didn't she apologize? She has a bad temper. Please be generous and don't argue with her."

Jia Jia: "!!!"

Mingzhuo walked into the ward.

On the hospital bed, the little girl with a sallow face had dull eyes, and her eyes were black and white.

Mingzhuo didn't do anything, but sat by the bed, took out his phone, and set a 10-minute countdown.

L……

In a blink of an eye, 8 minutes passed.

The little girl couldn't bear it and couldn't help turning her head, "Sister doctor, won't you check my pulse?"

"Looking, hearing, asking, and understanding your illness, 'looking' is enough."

"Yes, really?" The little girl's black eyes blinked, the dullness in her eyes flickering, "Then my illness... can it be cured?"

"There is only one last minute to tell your story." Mingzhuo glanced at the countdown.There is only one minute and 1 seconds left.

The little girl swallowed, and the dullness in her eyes faded away, replaced by expectation, "Sister doctor, will you help me?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Mingzhuo crossed his chest with his hands, and his beautiful face showed a calm and comfortable smile, but there seemed to be no smile at all.

"To be precise, I am a businessman. I can cure your disease, but you have to give me the same or more things in return."

Zhao Pei turned off the camera and stood aside silently, making no sound.

"elder sister?"

"Too much blood was drawn, so there is indeed no serious illness." Mingzhuo glanced at the camera and looked at the little girl, "Those old men diagnosed you with leukemia, right?"

The little girl's black eyes flickered and she nodded slowly.

"Because you have been coughing recently, you often faint, and anemia causes qi deficiency. The early symptom of leukemia is anemia. They judged that you have leukemia." Mingzhuo smiled helplessly, "It's just because you concealed the fact that you drew excessive blood."

The little girl pursed her lips and looked confused, "Sister, do I really not have leukemia? Can I cure it without spending a lot of money?"

"Ah."

At the same time, there was an uproar in the judging room.

Several old professors blushed.

"I don't believe it! I can't misdiagnose! This child has leukemia!"

"With so many of us checking, how could it be possible that the check was wrong?"

"Which of you is this Mingzhuo's disciple? Is he here to cause trouble?"

"Mr. Zhao, this Mingzhuo is full of lies, and even speaks for profit, and making deals with patients has absolutely no medical ethics! I suggest driving her out!"

Mr. Zhao was there, looking at the big screen, and slowly took a sip of tea.

Several old professors looked ugly and tried to persuade Mr. Zhao.

"Are you sure that child has leukemia?" Mr. Zhao asked.

"Sure!"

Zhao Laoyi clapped his hands, "Okay! Then -"

"Grandpa Zhao, long time no see. You are enjoying your time now."

A magnetic teasing voice came, with a familiar and cynical tone.

On the judging stage, everyone frowned, thinking that he must be a yellow-haired boy here to make friends!
A grumpy old professor patted the table and said, "Young man, this is the infield, guests are not allowed in."

Shi Yibai kept walking and walked to the judging table, "The guests can't come in. Where is the organizer?"

With that said, Shi Yibai sat on the leisure chair nearby.

"I was stopped by security personnel just now and invested 3000 million. Can I come in now?"

The old professor's face turned red, and his face turned white when he was angry. "Nonsense! This is a Chinese medicine exchange summit organized by the organization. How can I accept your investment casually?"

"Oh? Can't?" Shi Yibai blinked and looked at Mr. Zhao, "Grandpa Zhao, can't you? What about my 3000 million?"

Mr. Zhao smiled helplessly, glared at Shi Yibai, and scolded with a smile, "There are no projects in the capital that you can't invest in. Don't worry, your money will not be wasted!"

Shi Yibai smiled and said, "Grandpa Zhao must be reliable! I'll play chess with you another day!"

"Don't!" Mr. Zhao quickly shook his head, "If you don't give me face as an old man, how will you kill me without leaving any trace of me? I'm old and I can't stand it!"

Shi Yibai spread his hands, "You can't blame me. Who told you to be a bad chess player?"

An ordinary conversation, with the blessing of identity, is enough to make these old professors tremble.

What is Mr. Zhao’s identity?
Even if he retires for a few years, his remaining power is still there. Who dares to despise him?
Even if it is an ordinary conversation, I wish I could be respectful to the heavens.

But Mr. Zhao had to coax this young man. Mr. Zhao also said that there was no project in Beijing that he couldn't invest in?
this has to be...

What a terrifying identity?

The old professors shut up, acting like quails one by one.

Some of them smiled at Shi Yibai to express their goodwill, and all their arrogant demeanor was withdrawn at this time.

Shi Yibai lazily leaned on the chair and saw Mingzhuo negotiating with the little girl. He was very interested and said, "Grandpa Zhao, is my girlfriend smart?"

(End of this chapter)