Chapter 393 Arguing with Qing Ruo as soon as they met
When I woke up, it was December 29th, the third year of Shangzhou. Three days later, it would be New Year's Day, the fourth year of Shangzhou. At eight in the morning, I called Mr. Chen.
He said, "Okay, I'll meet you in the office at ten o'clock."
Since it's ten o'clock, I don't need to go in too early. I start dealing with "phone matters." Yesterday was so busy, I was mostly on the plane. Otherwise, I'd deal with baggage delivery, ticket bookings, and transfers. I occasionally glance over my phone. There are too many messages to keep up.
Xiaolin didn't go to work after giving birth. She was a little tired and still sleeping. My mother had already cooked noodles and told me to have breakfast.
After breakfast, I sat in the living room and looked at my phone.
My mother asked, “How much money did you make?”
"Four million."
"Four months' salary is equivalent to more than two years' salary. That boss is really rich."
I said, "I won't chat with you for now. I have a lot of text messages. I'll take a look first. I need to reply to the ones I need to reply to."
She went downstairs for a stroll.
There were so many messages under the "status" in the circle of friends. I scrolled down slowly and found that seventy to eighty percent of the people on WeChat had left messages, or sent hugs, congratulations and other symbols.
Then I looked at the "private messages" sent to me. There were a few interesting ones.
One was from He Yong. If there are so many characters in this book and you don’t remember, let me remind you - I saved his drowning daughter in Bohol Island.
He Yong complained to me about why I hadn't told him beforehand when I got off the plane in Guangzhou. He was in Guizhou now. He then said he would definitely come visit me after he finished his business in Guizhou.
I had to reply to this one. I didn't refuse him and welcomed him to come upstate.
The other one was from Wei Yiming. I know his situation better because we've been in touch on WeChat. I know he had an exhibition in Singapore that was well received and made some money.
Wei Yiming said: "Teacher Wan, I'm so glad you're back. I have something very important to ask you over the phone. Is that okay?"
I replied, “Okay, I’ll call you later.”
The third person I wanted to reply to was Director Gu. She said the film had received very positive reviews after its release. She invited me to get together during the New Year's holiday, and I could choose the time.
I replied: First of all, congratulations. Let's meet on January 1st.
Director Lu also sent me a message saying that he was with Bai Yun and others and invited me to visit Beijing and that there were some new friends he wanted to meet.
Well, I will first say hello to him and Baiyun, and tell him that I will definitely visit when I have time.
There were so many private messages like this, I replied slowly. Xiaolin got up and was making breakfast.
At this moment, my cell phone rang. I saw it was Tang Man, so I stood up and said to Xiao Lin, "Mr. Chen called. I'll go to the company and take a look."
After saying that, he went out, got off the elevator, walked out of the yard, and then called back.
"Miss Tang, send WeChat. International calls cost money."
She laughed heartily, and then asked, "Sister-in-law is unhappy?"
"She is very cheerful. She never looks at my phone and never answers calls from others."
"I'm a little uncomfortable..."
I interrupted her and said, "You'll get used to it slowly. You can teach Cruz to speak Chinese every day."
"Listen to me. I mean, I can't hear your voice anymore. I'm a little uncomfortable."
"Is my voice magnetic?"
"Haha, there's a bit of charm, but mainly because he speaks authentic Chinese, and he's friendly and humorous."
"You'll get used to it slowly. Work hard, and if you do well, Professor Cruz will keep giving you raises. If you can't spend it all, send some to me and I'll help you spend it."
"Haha. You have to remember me. I won't harass you every day, but I'll call you from time to time to hear your voice. You have to explain clearly to your sister-in-law that you have a sister in the Philippines."
I chuckled. "Say you're the Cruz family's steward. That's better. Just speak a few words of English every time you open your mouth. Even if your sister-in-law answers the phone, she'll think it's really the steward calling."
"Humph, the first sentence says that my sister-in-law never answers calls from others, and the second sentence contradicts her own face."
"Occasionally, if I left my phone at home and you kept calling her, of course she would answer."
The two chatted for a while before hanging up.
I walked along the Shangjiang embankment towards Xuri.
Jiang Feng felt a little chilly once, remembered something, and called Wei Yiming.
He spoke on the phone for a long time. It was all about one thing: Mr. Tang, who had introduced him to Singapore, ran an exhibition hall. Mr. Tang asked him if he was willing to stay and work at the exhibition hall.
I didn't want to beat around the bush and asked, "What did he see in you?"
"I'm not sure. I guess I'm just very hardworking and I can do paper cutting."
"You can cut paper? Why didn't I know that before?"
"My neighbor, Grandpa Cao, is good at paper-cutting, and I've been learning from him since I was a kid. Since there's not much of a market for paper-cutting these days, I've never really advertised it. But during this exhibition in Singapore, I thought it would be nice to add some paper-cut corner decorations to the display boards."
He asked me to cut it right there and then, and he was very satisfied with the result. He asked me to stay.”
"Oh, how about this? Bring a few of your works to Rising Sun 1701 at 7pm. I'll take a look at them and make a decision for you."
When I got to the hotel, the security guard recognized me and smiled. I nodded and got into the elevator. I didn't see anyone I knew. I entered the room and it was clean and tidy. It seemed that even though I wasn't staying there, the staff still came to clean every day.
After a short rest, I went to Mr. Chen's office. As soon as I reached the door, Secretary Ma immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Wan, you're back?"
"You're back." I rarely shook hands with Secretary Ma, but this time I went up to him and shook his hand warmly. He said, "Come in, we're here."
"Who else?"
"Mr. Xiao and others."
After saying that, Secretary Ma knocked twice and then opened the door.
The people sitting on the sofa stood up at once. It turned out to be Lao Xiao and Qing Ruo. I waved to them and walked towards Mr. Chen.
Mr. Chen shook my hand several times and asked the others, "Look, have you become darker and thinner?"
Lao Xiao laughed and said, "Being dark is understandable. But being thin is hard to understand."
Qing Ruo helped me: "Being black means being healthy, and being thin is because I miss my sister-in-law, and secondly, I'm not used to the diet."
I pointed at Lao Xiao and said with a smile, "Look, Qingruo University graduates are better than you."
Secretary Ma brought me a cup of tea, placed it on the coffee table, then left and closed the door.
Everyone sit down.
Mr. Chen said, "Let's talk about the situation over there."
I said, "It sounds like a joke, but it's not a joke. The patient Chairman Zheng introduced is a famous local doctor who had been treated in the United States, but it was of no use.
That is to say, Western medicine is helpless, and even the diagnosis is vague as the cause is yet to be determined.
In short, it was what we call 'Plum Blossom Palm' in the countryside. Someone had given me a slow-acting poison. And I, who can't cure other ailments and am not a doctor, found a teacher with unique skills for this one. And it actually worked."
Mr. Chen and Lao Xiao absolutely believed it. But Qing Ruo didn't. She said, "It's poison. Western medicine can't even detect it. Shouldn't it be treated with a detoxifying solution?"
Mr. Chen said, "Qingruo, you're young and don't understand 'gu magic'. If someone puts a Gu on you, just like Shanhong said, the hospital can't find the cause, nor can they name the cause. People who are poisoned by Gu don't die instantly, they die slowly. Only those who understand this business have the antidote."
Unexpectedly, Qing Ruo refused to admit defeat and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, I am not a medical student, but I still can't figure it out. Since it is poison, it can be cured by detoxification."
Although she said this with a smile, it offended Mr. Chen.
Mr. Chen said word by word, "I have a relative who died slowly like this. Was he ill? The hospital couldn't find anything. So were they not? He became increasingly emaciated day by day."
Lao Xiao helped Mr. Chen: "Qing Ruo, if you don't believe it, it's okay. Ask Shan Hong to put some poison on you. Try it once and you'll believe it."
Everyone laughed.
I said to Qing Ruo, "Mr. Chen is right when he says you're young. Let me tell you something. Someone gets bit by a snake. The epidemic prevention station or the hospital may not have the antidote to cure it. But some folk doctors can."
"Why?"
Because the folk doctor prescribes the right medicine for the right condition, he first asks what kind of snake bit me, and like me, he has the ability to call a snake, so he calls a snake of the same type and extracts its serum as the antidote.
This is called fighting poison with poison, using the right medicine for the right condition. Not all antidotes are effective. Some can cure someone, but they can still leave them disabled.
Those who can cure Gu are those who understand the ingredients of the Gu and can find the corresponding antidote to completely expel the poison.
Mr. Chen slapped his thigh and said, "Shanhong's explanation is absolutely correct."
I said, "Let me elaborate a little bit and use the green bamboo as an analogy."
As soon as he said it, Lao Xiao laughed out loud and said hurriedly: "Hurry up and tell me."
Qing Ruo knew that I had bad intentions, and before I could say anything, she rolled her eyes at me.
I said, "Don't roll your eyes at me. Only with this example can you deeply understand what Mr. Chen and I are talking about."
She said, "I don't think you can spit out ivory."
I burst out laughing: "I will spit out the ivory."
Even Mr. Chen urged me: "Then tell me quickly."
(The next chapter is being written and will be posted in the evening.)
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