The boss bought the prescription for 700,000 yuan

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Roujiao's dizzy head suddenly lost its strength and fell onto the table. At the last second, Zhou Huaiyue stretched out his arm, held her head, slowly helped her up, and leaned her against his shoulder.

"The kid drank a little and said nonsense. Please don't mind it, Boss Zhu," Director Hong came to the rescue.

Unexpectedly, Boss Zhu raised his hand and stretched out his arm, making a stop gesture, "Don't, she didn't say anything nonsense." After all, the person who delivered the watch said exactly the same thing as she did.

"she..."

Boss Zhu's gaze fell on Shen Rou's delicate and rosy little face until Zhou Huaiyue raised his hand to cover her face, forcing his gaze to be interrupted.

He glanced at the person who was impatient with his hands meaningfully, and raised his chin to Director Hong, "Is the prescription hers?"

This question is asked to the right person.

Only one stomach medicine can be approved during the same period. If Sanhua Weitai is to be launched on the market, it will either have to wait until next year or seek special approval.

It is not realistic to leave the factory empty for a year. If we need special approval, it has to be special, otherwise what is the basis?

Just like many miraculous medicines are legendary in the folk, legends are often associated with many stories. There are many versions of the story, and no one can tell which one is true and which one is false.

As long as the drug works, the story is just an advertisement.

There are several versions of the story about Sanhua Weitai circulating in Beijing:

One story: When a nun from Pojiao was traveling around, she took shelter from the rain in front of a poor family in Yunnan and Yunnan. The little girl in the family saw that the nun had a bad leg and brought a stool. In return, the nun read her fortune and was amazed! She called the monks and agreed to come back in ten years.

Sure enough, it was still raining heavily the day before the girl’s eighteenth birthday. The nun arrived as promised and gave her a mysterious prescription as a gift, saying that she would be able to make a legendary magic medicine in the future.

Second story: The Taoist temple in the deep mountains only has pilgrims during festivals. On this day, a father came to the quiet Taoist temple, holding a three-year-old girl in his arms and holding something in his hands. The child was cured of a serious illness by the Taoist doctor, and came to express gratitude. The Taoist nun accepted the rice and flour, and gave the child a pill-sized wooden ball as a return gift.

The wooden ball is hollow, and inside it is a Taoist charm that will protect her until she is 18 years old. When the girl reaches adulthood, she returns to the Taoist temple. The Taoist doctor accepts her as his apprentice and gives her a mysterious prescription.

The third story: During the Four Olds Movement, a Taoist temple on the mountain was destroyed. Among a pile of destroyed things, the girl found a blackened bamboo tube with a painting rolled up inside. There were several kinds of plants on the paper.

Many years later, the Taoist nun returned from her wanderings and rebuilt the temple. The girl returned the drawing paper. The nun explained to her what the plant was and dictated the secret recipe, which led to the creation of Sanhua Weitai.

The stories told are all filled with a sense of destiny.

Of course, Boss Zhu was definitely not attracted by the story. There is only one thing that can attract businessmen: business opportunities.

Although no one knows where the story came from, sensitive people have already discovered the truth of the incident from the story.

Although both are powders, the powders from big manufacturers taste bitter and have a strong medicinal flavor, while Sanhua Weitai is not only slightly sweet but also has a light fragrance; what's more rare is that the latter is more effective than the former.

Just based on these two points, it has already killed all the stomach medicines currently in use on the market. It is for this reason that big manufacturers will try their best to suppress Sanhua Weitai and never give any chance to powerful competitors.

In addition, Zhou Huaiyue's identity as the grandson of Chen Boyu, one of the four famous doctors in Beijing, made this mysterious prescription even more legendary. It is said that he gave up the great opportunity to return to Beijing and opened a medicine factory in Yunnan with a country girl.

This undoubtedly adds an extra layer of insurance to the prescription.

Director Hong guessed the other party's purpose and said slowly: "Boss Zhu, you are here for the prescription, right?"

"Zhu, what?" Shen Roujiao suddenly asked in a daze.

Zhou Huaiyue patted her shoulder gently, "It's nothing, go to sleep if you want."

"It's really different from what is said." Boss Zhu's eyes swept across Zhou Huaiyue and Shen Roujiao's faces. He was probably not interested in the prescription, but in the people who stayed in Yunnan.

In this case, the prescription will probably be discounted.

Zhou Huaiyue sneered, "Sorry, Boss Zhu made this trip for nothing."

"Since you two have such a good relationship, it's the same if I talk to you." Boss Zhu spoke bluntly, knocking his hands on the table twice, "Let's be frank, your prescription cannot be put on the market. I am interested in the prescription, so please name a price."

Director Hong had a smile on his face and was leisurely drinking the tea in front of him, while everyone else was waiting for Zhou Huaiyue to answer.

"If I tell you, I'm afraid it will scare Boss Zhu. Why don't I listen to Wanniantang's sincerity first?"

As if on time, Shen Roujiao opened her eyes hazily, opened her hands, and her five fingers were clearly visible, and she mumbled something vaguely.

"Don't make trouble." Zhou Huaiyue held her hand lovingly.

The girl opposite seemed to be drunk. Boss Zhu rolled his eyes, as if he had received some kind of hint. "Five hundred thousand."

The two soup-making guys widened their eyes in shock, thinking: Oh my god, five hundred thousand! What a concept. A monthly salary of fifty, a year of six hundred, they have to work for eight hundred and thirty-three years. What are they hesitating about? They will sell it without a second thought.

"Please go back!" Zhou Huaiyue said coldly.

Oh my, they’re not selling it yet.

Boss Zhu fixed his eyes on Zhou Huaiyue's face and thought seriously for a minute before speaking again in a cold and hard voice, "Seven hundred thousand."

The two of them, with their eyes wide open, took a deep breath, leaned back, tensely tightened their shoulders, and calculated in their minds: Damn, this will take 1,166 years.

"Master, seventy what?" Shen Roujiao was like a little cat, nodding her head against Zhou Huaiyue's neck.

"Seven billion." Zhou Huaiyue touched her soft hair.

With two loud "clang" sounds, the two people who made the soup disappeared from the table.

The chair was knocked over and they fell to the ground. When they picked up the chair, their brains were still calculating: now, they have to work for 1.16 million years, generation after generation, as wage earners, with no end in sight.

"Zhou Huaiyue, you two are playing a double game to trick me." Boss Zhu's face was extremely ugly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was sinister.

Shen Roujiao left the shoulder he was leaning on, propped up her chin with one hand, patted her forehead with the other, and said with a dazed look in her eyes: "Boss Zhu, it was just a joke. This prescription was passed down to me by my master. If I sell it, I will be a traitor who betrays my master and ancestors. This is not about money, but about morality. Sorry!"

After she finished speaking, when she wanted to lean towards Zhou Huaiyue again, he pushed her away.

"Okay, it's better to be frank. Boss Zhu, I told you this when we had dinner last time. Why do you have to test it this time?" Director Hong looked like a peacemaker.

In fact, if it hadn’t happened last time, how could Boss Zhu have gotten the Chinese herbal powders from two factories at the same time, and how could he have offered such a high price of 700,000.

This price is probably the result of Boss Zhu comparing all the stomach medicines on the market and repeatedly considering and negotiating. Shrewdness is the foundation of a businessman.

"I just want to try my luck. What if she's really drunk and agrees?" Boss Zhu filled the wine glass in front of him with wine and raised his glass to Shen Roujiao, "Sister, are you really drunk or just pretending to be drunk? How come your acting is better than mine?"

"Boss Zhu, I can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk." The next second, Shen Roujiao's drowsy head hit her folded arms and she fell asleep.

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Totally confused!

"Huai Yue, is she really asleep?" Uncle Hong asked.

"Who knows her!" Zhou Huaiyue was annoyed and felt sorry for her in vain.

I don't know whether she is a good or bad drinker. She didn't miss any of the critical moments and even boasted before going to bed.

"I'll do it." Boss Zhu raised his wrist and tried to test him pretentiously, "Rolex gold watch, Duke of Owl, who wants it? I'm giving it away. First come, first served. No one will be accepted after the deadline."

Under everyone's gaze, the person sleeping on his stomach was not moved at all and did not make any movement.

"Okay, I'm really going to sleep." Boss Zhu drank the wine in one gulp and waved to Director Hong, "Let's go!" His luck didn't work, so he left cleanly and neatly.

The two whose minds had received 10,000 points of critical damage had to go back by themselves, while they took Uncle Hong's car.

In the car, Shen Roujiao was sleeping soundly in Zhou Huaiyue's arms in the back seat.

"Starting tomorrow, gossip will definitely spread, and you won't be able to explain your relationship with her anymore. Think carefully about how to explain it to Sister Chen and Xue'er?" Uncle Hong looked at Zhou Huaiyue through the rearview mirror.

"I have explained it to them. They all know it. She is the only one who doesn't know."

When Zhou Huaiyue and He Xue were paired together to watch a movie, they made it clear at the door of the theater: he returned to Beijing only to learn factory design and pharmaceutical equipment. He would return to Yunnan soon because he had someone he cared about.

"You!" Uncle Hong shook his head. Young people always act in a roundabout way when they fall in love.

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The car stopped at the gate of Peking University and Tsinghua University, opposite the guesthouse.

Zhou Huaiyue walked on the campus with the sleeping Shen Roujiao on his back. Her words "Now there are people who support me" made him feel distressed. He didn't care about anything else and wanted to take Shen Roujiao home.

He walked very slowly. The night was beautiful. When the wind blew through his hair, the person on his back asked vaguely, "Master, why haven't you arrived yet?"

She still likes to call him Master, and he actually likes it too.

"Shen Roujiao, why can't it be ballet?" He wanted to try to speak the truth after drinking.

I don't know what exactly caused her to change her attitude after hearing the word "ballet". She was even willing to sacrifice herself to break up him and Cher.

Why?

Since we can dance folk art, why can't we dance ballet?

"It hurts."

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He seems to be a good drinker and can reply properly.

But even at this moment, I still feel sorry for those who dance ballet because of their sore feet.

"You can only choose one, who do you choose?" He really wanted to know the answer.

Among him, Zhang Qingjun, and Gu Changgeng, which one would Shen Roujiao choose? Which one of them was the most important in her heart? He didn't want to force her to make a choice, but tomorrow, when all the gossip spread, he would have no chance to ask again.

She was his, one way or another.

"Choose~me."

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hehe.

She was answering the question she asked Zhou Huaiyue at the dinner table: "You can only choose one, who do you choose?"

At that time, he made her feel a little, so now, she chose herself.

"Okay, I choose you."

It has always been you, always been you, only you.

The moonlight was like water, and it looked like the scales of the moon fell on the ground, twinkling with stars. Zhou Huaiyue had never felt that the night on the Tsinghua and Peking University campuses was so beautiful.