Hearing Zhang Heye say that she had something to talk to him about, Fu Song couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is it?"

Zhang Heye waved her hand, and a little girl of about fifteen or sixteen came out from the corner.

It was only then that Fu Song noticed that there were actually four women coming, not three.

When she saw Fu Song, the little girl was obviously a little shy.

But after hesitating for a moment, her expression became firm.

Suddenly, bang!

The little girl knelt on the ground and cried, "Boss, please save my dad!"

Fu Song was startled and quickly dodged to the side.

Even though he thought he had seen a lot of storms, he couldn't help but be dumbfounded at this moment.

Is kneeling so popular in this world?

Oh, I almost forgot, that shameless old man Wang Fugui doesn’t count.

"Girl, what are you doing? Get up."

Then he turned to Zhang Heye and the other two girls beside him, "What are you standing there for? Help her up!"

"This..." The three women hesitated. They obviously didn't expect Qianqian to kneel down suddenly, and they didn't know whether they should listen to Fu Song.

Lu Qianqian shook her head sadly: "Boss, you must save my dad. If you don't, I won't get up."

Fu Song said: "No, girl, you must get up. If you don't get up, then I won't save you!"

After saying that, he looked at the other person with an expressionless face.

The other party's last words clearly showed that he was trying to threaten him with moral kidnapping.

Fu Song had already softened his heart, but now...

Hehe~

"I... Boss, you misunderstood. That's not what I meant. I..."

Lu Qianqian also realized that she had said the wrong thing, but she stuttered for a long time and didn't know how to explain it.

Beside her, Zhang Heye sighed and said, "Qianqian, you should get up first!"

"Oh, okay, Sister He Ye!" Lu Qianqian stood up, secretly glanced at Fu Song, and quickly lowered her head.

Fu Song looked at Zhang Heye, then at the other two women, and his eyes moved.

If these four women really colluded to force him to abdicate, they would have been adding fuel to the fire, saying how pitiful Qianqian was and how miserable her father was.

But the three women didn't say that, especially Zhang Heye, who even deliberately distanced herself from Lu Qianqian.

Obviously there is something else going on.

He turned around and asked Jin Xiaobei: "What's going on?"

Jin Xiaobei was actually a little confused: "After Sister He Ye and I left Yonghui Garment Factory, we were talking about our future plans when Lu Qianqian suddenly came over.

She said her father had liver problems and hospitalization would cost 400,000 yuan.

She had no other choice but to ask Sister He Ye and others from the same village for help.

But Sister He Ye and the others don’t have any money, so…”

"So you brought her here?" Fu Song looked at Jin Xiaobei speechlessly.

The other party knew that he had earned 300,000 yuan in appraisal fees from Qu Guanwen.

But who says that if I make money, I have to use it to save people?

What's more, it's just a chance encounter.

Fu Song is not a saint, and of course she has no intention of becoming one.

Jin Xiaobei hurriedly said, "Brother Fu, you misunderstood. I didn't bring her here to ask you for money, but..."

He turned to Lu Qianqian and said, "You should speak for yourself!"

Lu Qianqian then remembered the purpose of her coming here, and she hurriedly took out a piece of paper: "Boss, I heard from Brother Bei that you not only sell things here, but also collect things.

This prescription is the result of my father's research for most of his life. How much do you think it's worth?

If the price is right, I'll sell it to you!"

Fu Song was stunned. Prescription?

Subconsciously, he looked at the paper in Lu Qianqian's hand:

The recipe of Inch of Grass Heart Plaster: 1 million.

This medicine can help all middle-aged and elderly people relieve joint pain (Note: If you really want to buy it, please make sure to use the money plus share option [very important]).

Fu Song's eyelids twitched.

this……

He hurried over and opened the prescription paper, wanting to make sure he had read it correctly.

Zhang Heye explained, "Boss Fu, although Doctor Lu is just a quack, his medical skills are very impressive.

Especially this plaster formula, just apply it on the knees and it can cure even the most severe arthritis.

People from our area drove dozens of kilometers just to seek treatment from her father.”

Despite saying so, Zhang Heye's heart had already sunk.

Because from the beginning, she didn't agree with Lu Qianqian taking out the prescription.

Zhang Heye was well aware of the value of this prescription, but he also knew that it was unlikely to be sold for money.

Prescriptions don't come with a price like antique jewelry.

If you want to make a profit from it, you must first build a pharmaceutical factory.

Secondly, we have to open up sales channels for drugs, and we also need drug production licenses, drug business licenses, etc., which is very complicated.

The boss Fu in front of us runs an antique shop. Is it possible for him to open a pharmaceutical factory with just a prescription?

He probably doesn't even know what this prescription is for!

And even if Fu Song could understand the prescription, he would be willing to build a pharmaceutical factory.

But why should he pay for this thing?

A prescription is not an antique. If you just glance at it and remember its contents, it will become a piece of waste paper covered with Chinese characters.

Unless you let Fu Song pay before watching it.

But the question arises again, if you don’t let others see it, how can they judge whether the prescription is genuine?

What's more, Fu Song has already opened it.

And his eyes were wide open, as if he wanted to swallow all the words on the prescription.

After carefully examining it for a moment, Fu Song raised his head and asked Lu Qianqian, "How much do you want to sell it for?"

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