Profligate rich second-generation heir Li Qingming transmigrated.
He became a vegetative patient. His family used half a bag of cornmeal to get him a wife, ostensibly for "good luck."...
Qin Shiyu has a clear mind.
He thought that the Qin family was a well-known family, and if they couldn't solve the problem, it meant that the problem was very serious.
Li Mingqing: "Has the company been found to have problems?"
"That's not the case. The company operates according to the official seal system. It's just that our company has foreign business channels, so the Industrial and Commercial Bureau may be more cautious in its review. The documents we submitted have not been reviewed for more than half a month."
"Why don't I take some time to ask."
Li Mingqing said seriously.
Since we are following the rules and regulations, there should be no problem.
He still has some face in urging the process to go through.
"That's great. We've been waiting for half a month for that batch of goods. If the documents don't come through, there will be a serious backlog of goods."
"I can't guarantee that the registration with the Industrial and Commercial Bureau will be approved after we go there," he didn't say anything definite, and we still have to leave some room for maneuver.
Qin Haiqing smiled and said, "I understand. It should be pretty much the same."
The meal took nearly three hours.
The drunk Fang Wei climbed up from the table in a daze.
Dizzy, he asked, "Zhenzhen, where is this?"
"Hey, I don't even want to say anything about you. Luckily there's no one else here, otherwise you'd be so embarrassed. You're acting crazy after drinking a bottle of liquor. No one else can do that. Let's go home."
After hearing this, Fang Wei gradually came back to his senses and remembered the drinking contest with Li Mingqing.
He looked at Li Mingqing, who was in a clear mind, and patted his forehead.
"One bottle of baijiu isn't my thing, I usually buy two bottles or more. Ming Qing, this was just an accident, let's have a good drink some other time."
"Practice more," Li Mingqing said with a suppressed laugh.
"Oh my god, I'm drunk and my head hurts, but why does my neck hurt too? Damn it, am I seriously ill? Otherwise, how could I have drunk a bottle of wine?"
Fang Wei touched the back of his neck and said.
Qin Zhenzhen said in disgust, "Pfft, pfft, what nonsense are you talking about? The pain in the back of your neck is from Li Mingqing beating you up. Who told you to get drunk and act crazy?"
He looked around and saw that the food was fine and there was no sign of drunkenness.
"How can these plates be still intact when I'm drunk?"
"Just when you were about to act crazy, Li Mingqing hit you in the neck."
"I said, hiss, it hurts so much."
Li Mingqing took out a silver needle and quickly gave him an injection in the shoulder and neck.
Fang Wei was so frightened that he couldn't move.
"Li Mingqing! There's no deep hatred between us. Calm down!"
"Don't be ungrateful. Others who come to me for acupuncture have to register and pay, but I'm giving you acupuncture out of kindness, so just be happy."
Qinghai Qing and others watched Li Mingqing's operations intently.
I've only heard of it but never seen it before.
This long needle looks really scary.
As expected of the director of Mingren Hospital, he is indeed quite capable.
After two minutes, remove the silver needle.
Fang Wei twisted his neck and said in surprise, "It's amazing! It works better than a massage. My neck doesn't hurt anymore, and my head isn't dizzy anymore."
Qin Haiqing, Zhou Xiaowan, Li Xue and Qin Zhenzhen looked at Li Mingqing with admiration.
That’s awesome.