Pfft—a veterinary major?!

Boss Yang, who was being inspected, felt insulted at this time!

The people around laughed unkindly at this time, and some people felt that the organizer was unreliable.

“How can I get a vet to check it out?”

"This is too outrageous, what kind of thing is this?"

After the veterinarian finished the examination, he said, "Apart from a slightly faster heartbeat due to exercise, there's nothing abnormal."

Boss Yang said weakly: "I just have a terrible stomachache, it hurts like Nezha making trouble in the sea!"

Feng Haijun was rude and tried to push the veterinarian away: "What the hell do you, a veterinarian, know?"

However, at this moment, the young man immediately pulled out a rolled-up cloth bag from his schoolbag and quickly spread it out: "Don't move! I am Tang Wen, the 37th generation successor of the Tang family acupuncture!"

"This shot of mine will definitely work faster than taking medicine!"

A dense row of silver needles shone with cold light, blinding the eyes. Feng Haijun immediately dared not move.

Someone around me asked, "Why don't you study Chinese medicine instead of veterinary medicine?"

Tang Wen replied as he selected a needle: "My grandfather is a professor at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine next door, and he doesn't want to see me."

Wow!

This family background is amazing!

Boss Yang heard their conversation and wanted to sit up, but was pushed down by another strong man.

A silver needle flashed before his eyes, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

I didn’t expect that I would be pricked with needles when I was performing!

Tang Wen touched Boss Yang's acupuncture points, and Boss Yang felt that his technique was like pinching a piece of meat on a chopping board.

"Hiss—this boss needs to pay attention to his figure. He's a little out of shape and has too much subcutaneous fat."

"Let me get a longer and thicker needle!"

Tang Wen pulled out a silver needle that was ten times more terrifying than the previous one.

Boss Yang felt a chill in his heart, his back already soaked with sweat. He stretched out his hand tremblingly: "Brother Tang."

"I'm calling you brother! Can you please stop pricking me?"

Boss Yang was exhausted from rolling around in the acting and the mental torment, and he lay powerless on the ground.

"I feel that after this ordeal, the intense pain in my stomach is slowly disappearing."

When the two men in white coats heard what Boss Yang said, they looked at each other and then gradually loosened their hands.

Boss Yang breathed a sigh of relief. He patted Tang Wen's hand holding the needle and took the opportunity to push his hand away. "You truly are worthy of being the 37th generation heir of the Tang family's acupuncture."

"I haven't even taken the injection yet, and I'm already cured!"

“That’s awesome!”

Tang Wen was immediately embarrassed by Boss Yang's praise: "Oh, you are too kind."

"Are you really not feeling uncomfortable anymore?"

"My uncle is at L University Hospital. I'll ask him to check you out again and do a gastroscopy and colonoscopy."

Boss Yang shook his head frantically. None of his acquaintances in the hospital were in this one.

"Didn't you just say there's something wrong with the ingredients? We need to verify it."

Tang Wen looked concerned: "Let's go make one! We're watching the whole thing live here, there won't be any shady dealings!"

Live broadcast of the entire gastroscopy and colonoscopy process is crazy!

Boss Yang held it in for a long time before finally saying, "No problem, I'm just old and my stomach is a bit sensitive."

At another table sat a gray-haired grandmother, biting into a lamb skewer and looking at Boss Yang as if she were a newbie: "Old lady, I've already had more than a dozen skewers here, and nothing happened."

"Are you here to cause trouble on purpose?"

Boss Yang said angrily, "How dare I? That's because you're in good health."

Tang Wen: "Then I'll boil some Chinese medicine for you. The owner of the barbecue stall told us that your companion said he felt like vomiting."

Feng Haijun also declined: "No trouble, no trouble."

"Maybe I've been sitting in the car for too long and haven't recovered yet."

Wen Xi, who was standing aside, walked up to Boss Yang with his arms folded.

"I see."

"Boss Yang, as the person in charge of the Lotus Night Market, you came to our Daoxiang Food Festival to get a stomachache."

"If you didn't know better, you might think you were here to smear and slander our food festival."

Boss Yang was shocked when he heard Wen Xi reveal his identity. He rarely showed his face in public.

Especially during this period, many people were criticizing the Lotus Night Market, so he was even more afraid to show up in public.

The cursing anchors around them also started talking at this time: "Holy crap, is this the owner of the Lotus Night Market?"

"How could you be so stupid as to come here and try to scam me?"

"Then you haven't heard the outrageous news about the company's general manager personally stealing the official seal."

“Is this what real business war is like?”

Boss Yang received the same look from the people around him. He said with a confused look, "What person in charge? Handsome boy, are you mistaken? I'm a tourist from Guangdong Province."

Wen Xi turned over the phone screen and raised her eyebrows: "Then take a look at the photos of the members of the Orange City Catering Association."

Boss Yang was speechless for a moment, having forgotten that this damn girl still had the president's father as her backer, and he was stabbed in the back!

Wen Xi faced Boss Yang with his back to the crowd behind him.

At this moment, she smiled arrogantly at Boss Yang, with bright eyes and white teeth, and her beauty was very aggressive.

Boss Yang was frightened by Wen Xi's smile. He thought Wen Xi was going to stand up and aggressively expose his crimes to everyone.

However, Wen Xi suddenly sniffed, pulled at the corner of Boss Yang's clothes, and looked up the next second, tears flashing on her face.

As soon as she opened her mouth, tears welled up in her eyes: "Boss Yang, stop staring at our Daoxiang Food Festival."

"It doesn't matter how much you throw dirty water on our production team."

Wen Xi wiped away her tears, her eyes red. She pointed outside and said, "The merchants here are innocent!"

"The merchants here are the parents of young children, the children of sick and frail elderly people, and the breadwinners of their families."

"Just one simple statement from you about the ingredients can cause the boss to lose so much business."

After Wen Xi said this, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down.

Wen Xi pointed at the barbecue stall owner and said, "Our barbecue stall owner, Zhang Tianlong, whose baby isn't even a month old yet, immediately signed up when he heard we were having a food festival. He's been preparing until three in the morning for today's opening."

"I just hope to earn more money for milk powder and give my child the best growth conditions I can."

Wen Xi secretly winked at the barbecue stall owner Zhang Tianlong.

Zhang Tianlong immediately came over with the pesticide residue inspection report and meat product inspection report, as well as his food purchase order.

Zhang Tianlong tidied up the things in his hands. When he looked up, his face showed the same sadness as Wen Xi's.

"Boss Yang, here are our various reports."

“Everyone can take a look too.”

Wen Xi was shocked when he saw the change in Zhang Tianlong's expression. Wow, there are many masters among the people.

Zhang Tianlong straightened his back: "I, Zhang Tianlong, am short of money, but my barbecue business is upright!"