Lu Yuan laughed, patted his father on the shoulder, and really wanted to say: You're almost right about the truth!
"Dad, do you still believe in such amazing things?"
Gao Weishan shook his head, "No, but judging from my grandfather's tone, the Qiankun Bag cannot contain all things in the world, but it is a large warehouse that can store a lot of things."
Lu Yuan shook his head and chuckled, then said nothing more.
Two days later, Zhao Zhiyi, the provincial leader, arrived at the Changhe Brigade. He kept a low profile, did not notify local leaders, and only brought a few police officers with him.
When I saw him this time, he was in much better spirits, with a rosy complexion and a strong voice, looking several years younger.
He said the pills Gao Weishan gave him were good. "Do you have any more? The leader's health isn't what it used to be. Can you give him a few?"
Gao Weishan was about to say that he had as much as he wanted when Lu Yuan interrupted him, "Uncle Zhao, that medicine was specially prepared for you. It was prescribed according to your physical condition. If your leader wants to improve his health, it would be best if my father personally examined his body before prescribing the appropriate medicine."
Then he pointed in the direction of the sanatorium and said, "Uncle Zhao, this sanatorium is going to officially open soon. Why don't you have your leader come and stay for a while, and let my dad help him recuperate? If he recovers well, it can also increase the reputation of our sanatorium and do some publicity."
Zhao Zhiyi chuckled and agreed, "That's a good idea. I'll make arrangements when I get back."
After the group talked for a while, Zhao Zhiyi finally took out the letter of complaint.
The father and son took the letter, and after Lu Yuan read it, he became even more certain that it was Mo Yitao. The letter mentioned the agreement and said that she still kept that evidence.
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