"Boss, let's let this guy go like that?"

When Mr. Zhang was about to walk out of the yard gate, a big man finally couldn't help but ask.

Tang Jianqiang's eyes flashed, and there was a sharp aura in his eyes, but in the end he shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, we can't keep him even if he wants to leave."

"But we don't know where this kid comes from at all, if..."

"If he is really sent to mess with us, then we will admit that we are unlucky." Tang Jianqiang shrugged and deliberately made a relaxed look that was indifferent. "But if he really messed with us, he would have done it long ago. Don't think about it."

Having said that, Tang Jianqiang still felt a little uneasy.

In any case, dealing with someone who is so strong that he doesn't have the courage to deal with is always a little nervous. Especially, I don't know anything about that extremely powerful person except a name that doesn't know the truth or false.

At this hesitation moment, Mr. Zhang and Song Zhiming had already left this inconspicuous courtyard, and Song Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

He really felt very depressed when dealing with people like Tang Jianqiang.

Looking back at the calm and calm look on his face, and then recalling that he almost got rid of Tang Jianqiang, Song Zhiming shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Brother Zhang, it's thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have to pay my wife and soldiers."

"Brother Song, you're just a matter of saying this, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Young Master Zhang smiled slightly at Song Zhiming. Although he was smiling, he still showed a hint of indifference.

The two got into the car and started the car and left. Young Master Zhang asked curiously: "Brother Song, are you going deep into Lizhou to buy red-hearted linguine? Is it to save people?"

"Oh, it's hard to say anything." Song Zhiming immediately frowned, sighing and told Master Zhang Da's story.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang felt a little admiration for this ordinary father. Then he suddenly realized why he would rather be beaten to death by Brother Huo than hand over the money when he was in the Valley of Huodao. This is the reason.

"Brother Song, I'm not to hide it. I also understand medical skills." Zhang Dashao was infected by Song Zhiming's love for his daughter, so he decided to help Song Zhiming and said seriously, "As far as I know, this red-hearted linguine only has the effect of forcing vitality potential, but it has little effect on treating diseases. I don't know who told you that this can cure your daughter, but you are likely to have been deceived."

"Ah!" Song Zhiming was stunned when he heard this, his mouth was wide open, his throat kept squirming, but he couldn't speak.

If someone else said this, Song Zhiming would not believe it at all, but he had seen with his own eyes how profound and unfathomable Mr. Zhang was very important to him.

But he has been tortured by his daughter's illness for so many years, and finally saw hope when he was about to collapse. Now he is told that the hope is not real, how could he bear it?

"Brother Zhang, you are not kidding." After a while, Song Zhiming looked at Mr. Zhang with a sad expression.

Even though he asked that, Song Zhiming knew in his heart how could Mr. Zhang joke with him in such matters?

"Brother Song, I'm not a professional, and what I said may not be accurate." Mr. Zhang also knew Song Zhiming's feelings very well, and immediately pretended to easily reject his words just now, "I just heard from a few friends in the industry mention it, and it seems that he said that."

When Song Zhiming heard this, his face became more beautiful.

"Brother Song, this is my ancestral health pill." Mr. Zhang took out the rejuvenation pill he had refined and handed it to Song Zhiming, "It can play a role in strengthening the body and improving resistance. Pure Chinese medicine will not conflict with any medicine. I hope your daughter will recover as soon as possible."

Song Zhiming took the white jade bottle with half belief and half doubt. He pulled out the lid and saw that it was very dark inside. A small pill the size of an egg yolk tasted similar to that of an ordinary Chinese pill.

He put it in his pocket casually and said, "Brother Zhang, thank you."

It is obvious that Song Zhiming didn't believe Mr. Zhang at all.

Young Master Zhang sighed slightly in his heart. There is only so much he can do. If Song Zhiming gave his daughter the Rejuvenation Pill, Young Master Zhang could ensure that his daughter's medicine will cure the disease.

But Song Zhiming did not believe in himself. He was afraid that only when the red heart linguine medicine had worked and his daughter fell ill again would she think of her rejuvenation pill in a hurry.

It would be a big deal to give it to his daughter or not. Even if he takes it to his daughter and his daughter is cured of illness, I am afraid that Song Zhiming will think it is the effect of the Red Heart Lingzhi.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

Back at the hotel, Song Zhiming packed up his things briefly, said goodbye to Zhang Dashao Han Mengyi, and left in a hurry.

Before Song Zhiming left, Mr. Zhang solemnly explained: "Brother Song, you must keep the pills I gave you well. Even if you don't use them, don't throw them away."

Seeing that Mr. Zhang looked so serious, Song Zhiming didn't believe what the pill could do, but he nodded and responded.

Young Master Zhang is not an ordinary person. He gets along with him all the way. Although this person acts domineeringly, he is not a bad person.

He would not have any grudges and grudges with him for no reason. Even if he hurts himself, he would not have used such idiotic means.

Thinking of this in my heart, Song Zhiming believed Zhang Dashou a little more. However, he knew that it was this trust that made his daughter heal.

Whenever Song Zhiming recalled this incident in the future, he was grateful and sighed.

After Song Zhiming left, Young Master Zhang was not idle either. The next day he got a pickup truck and moved out 15 million yuan of money from the ring and put it in it.

The grass-santhemum sold to Song Zhiming was one million, and he had twelve branches, one hundred and fifteen million, which was more than enough to trade no matter how much.

Now Young Master Zhang also regrets that he asked Cheng Hu to send cash at that time, which made it so troublesome every time he bought things. Cheng Hu is also interesting. He actually sent so much cash when he asked for cash.

After having a meal with Han Mengyi, and strengthening the protective array around the room for a while, Young Master Zhang drove the awesome pickup truck and set off.

I parked the car, walked to the door, knocked on the door like Song Zhiming, and it was three long and two short, and the door opened soon.

The man inside saw that it was Mr. Zhang, and his face changed. When he looked at the car behind Mr. Zhang, he was even more surprised and suspicious, but he immediately opened the door and said, "Mr. Zhang, please, please! Our boss is waiting in the room."

Young Master Zhang smiled, got into the car and drove the pickup truck in. "Boss, let's just let this guy go?"

When Mr. Zhang was about to walk out of the yard gate, a big man finally couldn't help but ask.

Tang Jianqiang's eyes flashed, and there was a sharp aura in his eyes, but in the end he shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, we can't keep him even if he wants to leave."

"But we don't know where this kid comes from at all, if..."

"If he is really sent to mess with us, then we will admit that we are unlucky." Tang Jianqiang shrugged and deliberately made a relaxed look that was indifferent. "But if he really messed with us, he would have done it long ago. Don't think about it."

Having said that, Tang Jianqiang still felt a little uneasy.

In any case, dealing with someone who is so strong that he doesn't have the courage to deal with is always a little nervous. Especially, I don't know anything about that extremely powerful person except a name that doesn't know the truth or false.

At this hesitation moment, Mr. Zhang and Song Zhiming had already left this inconspicuous courtyard, and Song Zhiming breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

He really felt very depressed when dealing with people like Tang Jianqiang.

Looking back at the calm and calm look on his face, and then recalling that he almost got rid of Tang Jianqiang, Song Zhiming shook his head and smiled bitterly, saying, "Brother Zhang, it's thanks to you this time, otherwise I would have to pay my wife and soldiers."

"Brother Song, you're just a matter of saying this, it's just a matter of raising your hands." Young Master Zhang smiled slightly at Song Zhiming. Although he was smiling, he still showed a hint of indifference.

The two got into the car and started the car and left. Young Master Zhang asked curiously: "Brother Song, are you going deep into Lizhou to buy red-hearted linguine? Is it to save people?"

"Oh, it's hard to say anything." Song Zhiming immediately frowned, sighing and told Master Zhang Da's story.

After hearing this, Mr. Zhang felt a little admiration for this ordinary father. Then he suddenly realized why he would rather be beaten to death by Brother Huo than hand over the money when he was in the Valley of Huodao. This is the reason.

"Brother Song, I'm not to hide it. I also understand medical skills." Zhang Dashao was infected by Song Zhiming's love for his daughter, so he decided to help Song Zhiming and said seriously, "As far as I know, this red-hearted linguine only has the effect of forcing vitality potential, but it has little effect on treating diseases. I don't know who told you that this can cure your daughter, but you are likely to have been deceived."

"Ah!" Song Zhiming was stunned when he heard this, his mouth was wide open, his throat kept squirming, but he couldn't speak.

If someone else said this, Song Zhiming would not believe it at all, but he had seen with his own eyes how profound and unfathomable Mr. Zhang was very important to him.

But he has been tortured by his daughter's illness for so many years, and finally saw hope when he was about to collapse. Now he is told that the hope is not real, how could he bear it?

"Brother Zhang, you are not kidding." After a while, Song Zhiming looked at Mr. Zhang with a sad expression.

Even though he asked that, Song Zhiming knew in his heart how could Mr. Zhang joke with him in such matters?

"Brother Song, I'm not a professional, and what I said may not be accurate." Mr. Zhang also knew Song Zhiming's feelings very well, and immediately pretended to easily reject his words just now, "I just heard from a few friends in the industry mention it, and it seems that he said that."

When Song Zhiming heard this, his face became more beautiful.

"Brother Song, this is my ancestral health pill." Mr. Zhang took out the rejuvenation pill he had refined and handed it to Song Zhiming, "It can play a role in strengthening the body and improving resistance. Pure Chinese medicine will not conflict with any medicine. I hope your daughter will recover as soon as possible."

Song Zhiming took the white jade bottle with half belief and half doubt. He pulled out the lid and saw that it was very dark inside. A small pill the size of an egg yolk tasted similar to that of an ordinary Chinese pill.

He put it in his pocket casually and said, "Brother Zhang, thank you."

It is obvious that Song Zhiming didn't believe Mr. Zhang at all.

Young Master Zhang sighed slightly in his heart. There is only so much he can do. If Song Zhiming gave his daughter the Rejuvenation Pill, Young Master Zhang could ensure that his daughter's medicine will cure the disease.

But Song Zhiming did not believe in himself. He was afraid that only when the red heart linguine medicine had worked and his daughter fell ill again would she think of her rejuvenation pill in a hurry.

It would be a big deal to give it to his daughter or not. Even if he takes it to his daughter and his daughter is cured of illness, I am afraid that Song Zhiming will think it is the effect of the Red Heart Lingzhi.

But all this has nothing to do with me.

Back at the hotel, Song Zhiming packed up his things briefly, said goodbye to Zhang Dashao Han Mengyi, and left in a hurry.

Before Song Zhiming left, Mr. Zhang solemnly explained: "Brother Song, you must keep the pills I gave you well. Even if you don't use them, don't throw them away."

Seeing that Mr. Zhang looked so serious, Song Zhiming didn't believe what the pill could do, but he nodded and responded.

Young Master Zhang is not an ordinary person. He gets along with him all the way. Although this person acts domineeringly, he is not a bad person.

He would not have any grudges and grudges with him for no reason. Even if he hurts himself, he would not have used such idiotic means.

Thinking of this in my heart, Song Zhiming believed Zhang Dashou a little more. However, he knew that it was this trust that made his daughter heal.

Whenever Song Zhiming recalled this incident in the future, he was grateful and sighed.

After Song Zhiming left, Young Master Zhang was not idle either. The next day he got a pickup truck and moved out 15 million yuan of money from the ring and put it in it.

The grass-santhemum sold to Song Zhiming was one million, and he had twelve branches, one hundred and fifteen million, which was more than enough to trade no matter how much.

Now Young Master Zhang also regrets that he asked Cheng Hu to send cash at that time, which made it so troublesome every time he bought things. Cheng Hu is also interesting. He actually sent so much cash when he asked for cash.

After having a meal with Han Mengyi, and strengthening the protective array around the room for a while, Young Master Zhang drove the awesome pickup truck and set off.

I parked the car, walked to the door, knocked on the door like Song Zhiming, and it was three long and two short, and the door opened soon.

The man inside saw that it was Mr. Zhang, and his face changed. When he looked at the car behind Mr. Zhang, he was even more surprised and suspicious, but he immediately opened the door and said, "Mr. Zhang, please, please! Our boss is waiting in the room."
Chapter completed!