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Chapter 118 Thorn?

Being under the same roof, life is sometimes completely different. Twins of a mother and a compatriot will also have completely opposite personalities...

The National Economic Seminar was held at the Binjiang International Resort Hotel in Jiangzhou Province. Fang Han and others were at the Binjiang Hotel, but they would not see the scene at the conference.

The doctors' shifts are also very interesting. The daytime shifts are at 3 pm and 2 pm are the beginning of the meeting. There will not be too many leaders and experts outside at this time of 3 pm.

At about 2:45, Director Gao summoned his doctors to change shifts.

The shift change place is next to the meeting. There is a large lounge, which not only contains doctors from the Jiang Intermediate People's Court, but also doctors and experts from other hospitals.

When passing by the conference room, someone secretly glanced at it, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything. Not to mention what the experts and leaders looked like, no number of viewers could see it.

Fang Han felt that he had lost some money. If he had been like this for three days, it would be a waste of time.

In the lounge, the doctors succeeded in groups of three or five. Some talked in a low voice, some played with their mobile phones, some watched, and everything they did.

Director Gao’s group Fang Han had no acquaintances. After entering the lounge, he found a place to continue browsing his circle of friends...

It was not clear how long it took, but someone pushed the door of the lounge open. An old man in his seventies, with a gray-haired man pushed the door and walked in. A young man in formal clothes followed behind him.

The old man walked in, looked around, walked to Fang Han and sat down. The young man hurriedly handed a glass of water.

Isn’t this Mr. Quan?

A doctor who knew the old man was surprised, but he did not dare to speak loudly. He just looked from a distance and felt a little unbelievable.

Mr. Quan is a well-known economic authority in China. Although he has never been a high-ranking official, he has given many constructive opinions to the country. He served as honorary vice president at Yenching University and has students everywhere.

Such a big shot suddenly broke in. What's going on?

Fang Han didn't know the old man, so he looked back and found that the old man was tired, had a little restless spirit, and was slightly breathing.

Didn't sleep well last night?

Fang Han asked subconsciously.

The young man next to the old man subconsciously scolded him, but the old man waved his hand: Yes, I didn’t have much rest, I was preparing speeches all night...

A person like Mr. Quan must be the protagonist of this economic seminar, and debate speeches are inevitable. He arrived in Jiangzhou yesterday. After arriving, he visited all parties and had to prepare a draft in the evening. He had to meet all parties in the morning. He was really tired. After the speech just now, he took the time to come out to ease.

The hotel naturally has a special lounge for such authority as Mr. Quan, but the lounge is inevitably disturbed, so he came here.

When you are old, you still have to pay attention to your sleep. Fang Han is a little eager to try: Why don’t I press it for you?

He had already been idle and had finally come to a patient...

Not bad, it is indeed a patient, and the symptoms are not mild.

Mr. Quan smiled and looked at Fang Han: OK, please press me and I'll take a break.

As he spoke, the old man closed his eyes.

Fang Han took out alcohol paste from the side and applied it to the old man's neck, then reached out to start massage.

The eyes of a large group of doctors around him had been straightened long ago, and they didn't dare to breathe for a moment. Director Gao was also a little stunned. He didn't pay attention. Why did Fang Han talk to Mr. Quan? Didn't he explain it long ago, don't he talk to others?

Director Gao wanted to curse, why did Li Wenjun arrange this thorn for himself? He was a little lucky at that time?

I have heard of Fang Han’s famous director Gao. Before he met, he also admired this young man very much. When he was in group before, he joked: Arrange Xiao Fang for me.

Now, Fang Han is really in the same group with him, but now he is scared to the point of sweat.

Why do I make a fool of myself at critical moments?

Director Gao wanted to slap himself. Geniuses were all tempered and arrogant. To put it bluntly, they were all thorny and caused trouble.

Um!

A sound came from Mr. Quan's nostrils, which scared Director Gao so smart that he almost fainted. But don't have any trouble.

Others were also scared by Mr. Quan's voice. Some young doctors didn't even dare to breathe, fearing that Mr. Quan would have any accidents.

The old man is so old that he really has a big flaw. This time, Jiang Intermediate People's Court has been a big shot.

Yes, it's comfortable!

Mr. Quan said another sound, and this time the sound was very long, as if he was enjoying it.

Comfortable?

Director Gao was stunned and felt relieved in an instant. He felt that his clothes were soaked behind him. He was obviously worried about Mr. Quan, but he felt as if he had walked away from the gates of hell.

Push and knead!

Fang Han kept changing his techniques, and his massage had reached the intermediate level. Although he had just stepped forward, his level was still OK and he was very good at grasping the degree.

call!

About ten minutes later, Mr. Quan let out a long breath and slowly opened his eyes. He felt that his whole body had become much more relaxed in an instant, and his original fatigue was wiped out.

Otherwise, you will always be lying down, and I will give you a massage to your waist and back, and acupuncture is also OK. Fang Han is still a little unsatisfied.

Next time, I will ask you to press me later. Mr. Quan’s eyes are gentle.

Today he doesn't have much free time, so it's rare to come and rest for more than ten minutes.

Okay, you guys rest, I won’t disturb you. Mr. Quan stood up and looked at Fang Han: What’s your name?

Fang Han.

Well. Mr. Quan nodded, feeling that he was lucky. After finding a place to rest, he could meet a massage master. He felt comfortable all over his body. He could fight again and be remembered by the leaders above.

Fang Han is in the limelight, isn’t that just him, Gao Haiqi, who is in the limelight?

Director Gao seemed to have seen the envious expressions of Qin Weihua and Li Wenjun at this moment.

Fortunately, I had the foresight, so I made a special effort to win Fang Han in the group, otherwise the ones who were in the limelight this time might be Qin Weihua and Li Wenjun.

Fang Han is now in the emergency department. Will Li Wenjun regret his intestines when he knows it?

Director Zhu Yunliang also stared at Fang Han and Old Qin with his eyes fixed on him.

The Jiang Intermediate People's Court really dug up the treasure, because Fang Han, this time he won a great victory.

Unlike others, Zhu Yunliang doesn’t think Fang Han is just lucky and bold. Just now, Mr. Quan came in, how many people dare to talk? If he doesn’t talk, his calves may have cramps, right?

But what about Fang Han?

People seem to be unaffected at all, and their mentality is calm. It is precisely because of calmness that they can achieve their level.
Chapter completed!
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