Wei Jingke looked at Meng Fu, determining his position, with a look of alertness in his eyes.
It was already past three in the morning, and even in the city center, it was exceptionally quiet. Wei Jingke had to be careful about Meng Fu's appearance here.
Su Di has not been awake yet, and his body mechanisms are getting worse and worse.
Recently, many people have learned that Su Di is critically ill, and many people are eager to become Su Di's savior. But now even Luo Lao and Feng Shenyu are helpless. These two are leading figures in the industry. Meng Fu, a young boy, dares to make such lies. How can Wei Jingke not be extreme? !
But just as Wei Jingke finished saying this, a warm voice came from behind him, "Wei Jingke, pick it up and apologize."
Wei Jingke turned around and saw that it was Su Cheng who spoke.
Standing next to him was Dr. Luo, with one hand holding Buddhist beads and the other hand behind his back, as if he was talking to Dr. Luo.
After being looked at like this, Wei Jingke was a little panicked, "Brother Cheng, she, she just..."
"Pick it up. Don't make me say it for the third time." Su Cheng turned his eyes away absentmindedly, but when Wei Jingke touched his dark and cold eyes, the hair on his back stood up.
Wei Jingke pursed his lips, said nothing, picked up the glass bottle from the trash can and knocked it on the table.
...
...
"Ms. Meng, I'm sorry, I was too excited just now." He lowered his head, and his apology voice was buzzing.
Su Cheng twirled the Buddhist beads in his hand and pushed up his glasses with his other hand. Without giving Meng Fu a chance to answer, he gently said to Wei Jingke, "Wei Jingke, pack up your things and return to the capital."
It has only been a few minutes since Su Cheng appeared.
Wei Jingke suddenly looked up and looked at Su Cheng.
Su Cheng still looked like that otherworldly, elegant young man, gentle as jade. Although he was smiling, Wei Jingke could see a deep chill in his eyes.
Wei Jingke said nothing, just pursed his lips, lowered his head and walked out of Su Di's room.
Dr. Luo didn't say anything from beginning to end. He just looked at Wei Jingke and shook his head.
After Wei Jingke left, Dr. Luo shook his head and comforted Meng Fu, "Miss Meng, don't mind. This Young Master Wei is sick."
Meng Fu pinched her wrist, tilted her head, looked at Dr. Luo, her beautiful peach blossom eyes were a little distracted, and she snorted: "Otherwise, why am I still here talking to you?"
If Wei Jingke was a normal person, Meng Fu would have gone up to him and scolded him.
Her master had taught her years ago that she should not bully the old, weak, sick, or disabled. She was not a good person in the traditional sense, but she remembered everything her master had said.
Dr. Luo didn't understand.
Su Cheng smiled, his eyes half lowered, "Come on, I'll take you back to rest."
The two left.
Doctor Luo was surprised, but he was not idle either, recording Su Di's data.
Several precision instruments in the room beeped suddenly.
Doctor Luo pushed up his glasses and looked at the new data displayed on them. His wrinkled face was full of astonishment. "This... How is it possible..."
"What's wrong?" Wei Jingke, who had packed his bags and was about to leave, heard the noise and hurried in.
"The power in Mr. Su Di's body has been controlled, but the new treatment plan that I discussed with Miss Feng has not yet started. Even if it has started, the effect will not be so quick..." When Mr. Luo said this, his eyes touched the glass bottle on the table and he suddenly stopped.
I walked straight to the table, picked up the glass bottle, opened the lid and smelled it.
The whole person was horrified, "This, this..."
Wei Jingke looked over and realized something was wrong: "Mr. Luo, you..."
"This perfume is not blues, but it is definitely at the level of blues, with a utilization rate of at least 27%!" Mr. Luo closed the lid, looked at Wei Jingke, and said with certainty.
After two nights of sleeplessness, Wei Jingke suddenly woke up: "27% utilization rate? Only those people on the Skynet rankings can produce it, right? Are you sure?"
At this point, Wei Jingke paused for a moment. He remembered that Mr. Luo was also one of the vice presidents of the Beijing Fragrance Association, and his ability to appreciate spices was definitely correct.
So, Wei Jingke looked at the glass bottle in Luo Lao's hand, "With a purity of more than 27%, she actually gave it to Su Di..."
There is a kind of Qi in everyone's body. People in the ancient martial arts world use this power for their own benefit through ancient books. However, the power is too overbearing and needs external force to coordinate, otherwise it will hurt the internal organs. The best way to adjust it is to mix spices with medicine.
Therefore, a profession called perfumer came into being.
Perfumers can not only regulate the power in their bodies, but some powerful perfumers can achieve medical effects by blending spices with medicinal spices. Top perfumers can also prolong people's lifespan and provide various auxiliary benefits...
But it is very difficult to become this kind of perfumer. Not only does one need to be talented in perfume making, but one also needs to have extensive knowledge of pharmacology. Therefore, there are very few people who can be called this kind of perfumer.
Every perfumer has been won over by powerful forces.
Perfumers are also divided into grades. The higher the purity of the drug, the more useful the fragrance is. The entry level is 10% purity.
Most perfumers aim for a purity of 10%-20%, with above 30% being the finest.
Blues is the best with 30% damage.
In the past two years, the blue spice that had been circulating in the market suddenly disappeared, and the ancient martial arts world in the capital almost fell into chaos. Spices with a purity of 30% were extremely rare, not to mention the disappearance of the blue in the past two years. Not to mention 30%, even a 25% Skynet port was difficult to find.
It is no exaggeration to describe it as a sky-high price.
When he heard Luo Lao say that Meng Fu used something of this level on Su Di, he was deeply horrified, "She actually used this kind of precious spice on Su Di so casually..."
She had heard that Su Di was unconscious, but she went to participate in the competition without saying anything...
Thinking of this, Wei Jingke, who had been awake for two nights and had been confused, suddenly came to his senses and finally understood why Su Cheng had just driven him out of T City.
"So, so what she said just now about treating Su Di was not false?" Wei Jingke asked. Actually, there was no need for Old Luo to answer. Since she could give the heirloom to Su Di, she would never pretend to be hypocritical.
Thinking of this, Wei Jingke forced a smile, then turned to look at the trash can, his heart filled with fear. He almost broke the glass bottle just now, luckily the glass bottle did not break.
Otherwise...
Wei Jingke felt that even death was not enough to atone for his sins.
**
Meng Fu went home and took a nap, and was not woken up until one o'clock in the afternoon of the next day by a phone call from Mr. Jiang.
Mr. Jiang naturally congratulated her on getting a spot in the finals, but his voice was so excited that it blew my ears.
Meng Fu put her phone on the table, turned on the speaker, and let Mr. Jiang talk to himself.
"Fu'er, you already have six million fans," Mr. Jiang coughed and pretended to be calm, "It's only been seven days, and the number has increased by two million. Can you give me a few more autographs? I want to send them to the little sister I just met."
Meng Fu: "..."
Mr. Jiang continued to talk to himself, "She is your fangirl. She said she wants to forward the message for a lucky draw. I'll send her a few gifts. Your autographed photo will be enough. Don't forget it. I'm going to go surfing again."
He said and hung up the phone.
After hanging up the phone, Mr. Jiang sent a private message to the little sister he met at the scene last time - [Child, you are still a student, so don’t smoke such expensive things. I will send you something tomorrow. 】
The little sister hadn't come back yet, but Mr. Jiang was not in a hurry. He told the nurse beside him to find him immediately as soon as the little sister came back.
This is Meng Fu's residence.
Meng Fu looked at the phone that Mr. Jiang hung up, was silent for a minute, then clicked on the search page and searched for the term "station sister".
It wasn't until a call from Zhao Fan woke her up.
"I'm at your door. Open the door. Why are you answering the phone now?" Zhao Fan raised his eyebrows.
Meng Fu exclaimed, "Ah!" She dragged her heavy steps to the door, opened it in advance, and was confused: "Why is my grandpa more fashionable than me?"
Zhao Fan dragged his suitcase in, closed the door, and changed his shoes while wondering, "What's wrong? What happened to your grandpa?"
Meng Fu explained it again.
After listening to the explanation, Zhao Fan: “…” You, t, m, still have the nerve to ask?
After being an artist for two years, you don’t even understand these things?
"Okay," Zhao Fan felt that he had a long way to go, "Let me tell you something serious first. First, the Pigeon Newspaper wants to interview you. Second, the director of "A Day in the Life of a Star" has decided to open a special program for you. Just like the last episode of Sheng Jun, we will launch an activity centered on your life!"
Judging from her status, Meng Fu is definitely not worthy of the director devoting an episode specifically to her.
But this time Meng Fu’s popularity was too huge. After a day, the popularity on Weibo has not subsided.
All major websites and short videos are playing her videos crazily. With the first spot in the finals in five years, Meng Fu really deserves this topic.
Therefore, after careful consideration, the director of "A Day in the Life of a Star" wanted to take this opportunity to create a program for Meng Fu.
"Here's what I think. This live broadcast can't fail. The directors hope you can invite other guests to appear. Last time, Sheng Jun invited a teacher from the Painting Association, and she made a big splash in that episode. If possible, I hope you can consider starting with the Jiang family," Zhao Fan put the contract in front of Meng Fu and said, "Because you have to arrange accommodation for the other three guests, and your shabby place will definitely not work. As for the staff, your grandfather or your father will do, and your grandpa or something like that will definitely make a big splash once they show up."
Meng Fu came back to her senses and said without a second thought, "No."
"Why?" Zhao Fan didn't understand. "Then where are you going? It's not impossible for the program team to arrange it for you, but the audience will definitely find out..."
"No need for the production team," Meng Fu looked at the price given by the director, signed her name, and said without raising her head: "My hometown."
Hometown?
Zhao Fan vaguely recalled Meng Fu’s hometown, an unnamed mountain city.
"You...are you serious?" Zhao Fan paused when he saw Meng Fu's calm expression. "How can a mountain town be as interesting as your grandfather and his friends?"
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