Chapter 14: Fairness is all inferior goods.
As a domineering boss, Wen Xun of course lives in the VIP ward on the top floor. There is not much difference between this place and an ordinary small flat, so Xie Yanwen plans to stay overnight today.
"Why did you stay? Are you worried that I might have a seizure in the middle of the night?"
"I'm too lazy to drive. I'm alone anyway, so it doesn't matter where I sleep." Xie Yanwen was already having daily necessities delivered. "Where's Bian Ling? Why hasn't he come back yet?"
Wen Xun was about to say he didn't know when the assistant sent him the latest updates on Mr. Bian, summing it up in one sentence: he was stirring up trouble online and had no time to deal with him as a patient.
"Wow, what kind of grudge does he have with Rong Shan? Shen Yuchuan doesn't seem like the kind of person who would ask others to expose his family's dirty laundry. Isn't he afraid that Shen Yuchuan will expose him? Hiss, he is so calculating. Shen Yuchuan will definitely not expose him! Unless Shen Yuchuan doesn't want to inherit the group!" Xie Yanwen devoured this melon with gusto. "Wow, now it has evolved into a battle for the rich between the first and second branches of the Shen family. It's so fierce. But the second branch is not so good. They can't shake the foundation of the group no matter what. Their shampoo has been so hard to use in recent years, and they are selling inferior products as good ones? There is no hope."
"You've actually used it?" As far as he knew, this childhood friend was very picky about the quality of life, and everything in his home was custom-made, including various daily necessities.
"You forgot, the last time I went to the Northwest to work as a public interest lawyer, I left in such a hurry that I didn't bring anything with me. I asked my assistant to buy me some locally. It smelled so good, like a shower with floral water, that mosquitoes were staring at me and flying around."
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"So, how did Rong Shan offend him?" Xie Yanwen casually swiped his phone. "Who is this Shen Xi'an? Oh, Shen Jianghai's youngest son. He's actually in the entertainment industry. He doesn't look like any of the Shen family, but he might have been in surgery."
Wen Xun obviously had only a vague understanding of these jargons: "What does it mean?"
"Weido, you're so out of date. No wonder Jiayu doesn't want you anymore."
"What's that? Chen Xi'an isn't the Shen family's biological son, so how could he possibly look like someone from the Shen family?" Wen Xun said unhappily, "Don't mention this to Bian Ling, or he might send you into exile in Lingnan."
"...I'm the lawyer, okay? No, you just said something outrageous. It turns out there are real and fake young masters in our circle, right? I just told people with all my confidence that wealthy people get a comprehensive physical every six months on average. That's as frequent as changing your phone. Who would trade their own child?"
It was so outrageous, so unrealistic, so... miserable. No wonder Bian Ling did that. He understood it instantly.
"Hahaha, he's really funny. He said people should just take the money, but he insisted on saying they were in poor health and lacked vitamin RMB. What beautiful and refreshing words! Even lawyers couldn't define it as a personal attack."
Netizens imitated it even more easily, saying that they were a little hungry at night and needed KFC, and that they were too bored on the way home from get off work and needed R&B. Vitamins are indeed a panacea, and he is worthy of being a miracle doctor.
"After reading this, Chen Jianghai is probably going to have a heart attack. Actually, I heard something."
Wen Xun looked up: "What's the matter?"
"The old man from the Shen family seems to have been diagnosed with some kind of cancer, and he seems to have been making a will recently."
"Is the information reliable?"
"About 80 percent, but they didn't contact our law firm." Xie Yanwen leaned over. "If Bian Ling really did develop a cancer drug, wouldn't Mr. Shen beg to bring them back?"
"That's it."
"What?"
"What's over? You don't plan to get treatment? Then let's go see the cemetery. I've recently found a cemetery property. I heard it's just opened, with beautiful scenery and lush grass and water..." Bian Ling pushed the door open and continued the conversation very fluently.
"Stop, stop, stop reading. I still want to live for two more years."
Xie Yanwen, unaware of the previous situation, said, "What kind of cemetery property? You even like rooms with cemetery views? This is the first time I've heard of such a niche housing demand."
Wen Xun covered his mouth directly: "Don't ask if you shouldn't know! And you, Director Kuang is willing to let you come back?"
"He's so annoying. Actually, I think he's quite accurate in using medicine. I just reviewed several cases in his office. Even the God of Hell would have to treat him like a brother." Although Bian Ling had a rough understanding of the medical level in this world, he had to admit that his estimate was too conservative.
"So fierce?" Xie Yanwen asked this question, showing that he was a complete layman.
Wen Xun, as a patient, had recently learned a lot about the relevant knowledge: "How can chemotherapy be called anything less than intense? Some patients even expect doctors to prescribe stronger drugs. So-called original research drugs are more toxic. Some people's platelet counts drop to the single digits after chemotherapy, so they have to take injections to raise their platelets. If their platelets rise too quickly, it can lead to hemangiomas and thrombosis, which requires anticoagulants."
"Isn't this just robbing Peter to pay Paul? The cancer cells are under control, but the body is broken?" Xie Yanwen was astonished. "Isn't there a solution that's the best of both worlds?"
Upon hearing this, Bian Ling raised his eyebrows and said, "Yes, if I had known that everyone would add noodles when there was too much water and water when there was too much noodles, I would not be an honest person and directly make quick-frozen semi-finished products." I still suffered a loss because of the outsider.
An honest man?!
Wen Xun and Xie Yanwen exchanged a glance, their understanding between friends only taking a split second. "So you're an honest person, and you've been wronged online? Do you need our help?"
Speaking of this, Bian Ling sighed: "You guys really understand me. Shen Yuchuan actually wants to help me return to the Shen family. Does he think I'm a sucker?"
[No, I meant well and was just asking for your opinion.]
"You're forcing something on me that you don't even want. That's insincere."
Speaking of this, Xie Yanwen was no longer sleepy. He found Bian Ling to be a very interesting person. It seemed that even his mood improved after spending time with him. "You don't want to go back to the Shen family?"
"Boss Wen, get him out!"
Wen Xun immediately started to act aggressively, and Xie Yanwen quickly begged for mercy: "No, no, no, please, let's talk it over. If Shen Yuchuan won't help you expose the academic clique, we will help you, right, President Wen?"
Wen Xun nodded in seconding the motion.
"I just want to deflect the blame. It would be pointless if you showed up." Since he wasn't ready to die for the time being, Nailing had to find some fun. "Compared to stabbing someone to death, I prefer to cut the flesh slowly."
So, is this why you haven't responded directly online?
Xie Yanwen felt that something was very wrong for a moment. After all... the person was so awesome, but the academic tycoon didn't want to cling to him and get some credit, but instead kicked him away. What kind of courage did he have?
But he thought about it and since Wen Xun didn't say anything, he probably thought the genius had different ideas: "Then we just sit there and watch?"
"Of course not. I've already sent a friendly and respectful letter of challenge to Jiang."
The two of them huddled in front of someone's phone interface, only to see: "Hey, are you ready?" I wonder who has the bigger baggage, yours or the Rongshan Group?
...I can see that you really don't want the Shen family to be idle.
As far as they knew, although Jiang Yiwen's family was not prominent in business, they were indeed a family of scholars. Several generations of his family had been engaged in teaching, scientific research, and government affairs at Ningda University. They even had people in the Education Bureau. Otherwise, how could they have easily snatched Bian Ling's place in the postgraduate entrance examination?
Of course, in order to make it less obvious, Jiang Yiwen’s tutor’s surname is not Jiang, which can be regarded as a kind of “exchange of interests”, and the Jiang family seems to be engaged in the “great cause” of helping rich children to go to school with additional points.
In other words, the Jiang family definitely has some connections.
"Why are you looking at me like that? I just want to see who's more powerful, the chaebol or the academic tycoon. This small request isn't too much to ask, right?" Bian Ling spread his hands. "After all, both are selling inferior goods as good ones. What a fair starting point."
The quality of one product is worrying, and the quality of the other talent is worrying, right? That’s not wrong.
"Bian Ling, it's right for you to engage in scientific research. I think you are particularly suitable for research." Wen Xun suddenly felt extremely fortunate. If such a person were put into the business world to engage in business wars, it would be simply unethical. He would probably have to review the day's work three times before going to bed every night, for fear that he would be secretly plotted against one day. It might even be an open conspiracy, and if any link is missing, the effect will be lost.
"There's no need to emphasize this fact. Just take good care of yourself. When you're better, I'll write a paper for you. I guarantee you'll be known to the whole world. Wouldn't that be an honor?"
"So, in your eyes, I'm just a breathing paper?"
"In Lao Kuang's eyes, you are too." Bian Ling said, standing up, "I'm leaving. It's best not to look for me whether you have anything to do or not."
Wen Xun really wanted to keep him: "Old Xie is staying over tonight, why don't you stay? I've reserved a room for you next door, and all the daily necessities are ready for you. Didn't you buy a game console while shopping? I've asked someone to get you the most complete and fun games on the market."
"No, your place is too far from where I work."
Xie Yanwen said at the right time: "Where do you work? I'll take you there tomorrow morning. No, do you still need to go to work?"
"You're still working?" Wen Xun didn't understand why he was so persistent in that job?!
"Going to work is so much fun. You don't understand the fun of going to work. Go away."
Someone by the same name left in a leisurely manner with his hands in his pockets. Who would want to stay overnight in the hospital? He didn't like the smell of disinfectant that much.
"He's so cool."
"He has the capital to be arrogant."
As expected, at a certain level, knowledge is the most powerful currency. Xie Yanwen pushed open the door of the guest room next to him and said, "Since he doesn't want to stay overnight, this room belongs to me."
Wen Xun, however, was thinking about something else: "Do you think he would agree if I proposed to him to start a pharmaceutical company together?"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, you're obsessed with money, aren't you? You're thinking about making money before the disease is even cured?" Xie Yanwen pushed him back. "If this medicine is really effective, not only you, but even a fool who runs a pharmaceutical company would make a fortune. How could he not know the value of this medicine?"
If he were to say, the group of people surnamed Shen from Rongshan Group really didn't know what they were doing. If they could bring this big Buddha home in a decent manner, why would they fight for Rongshan's tiny profit? The profits of pharmaceutical companies are even more than what is written in the criminal law.
From this perspective, Bianling is simply a walking gold mine. This guy should be called Jinling.
Professor Bian had no idea he had a new name. Before he even left the inpatient building, he received a call from Jiang. He picked up the phone leisurely, "Hello, are you satisfied with what you've read?"
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