Zhou Tianlin's expression at this time looked very much like a pimp in ancient times.
But with this kind of transaction involving hundreds of millions of Hong Kong dollars, no wonder Zhou Tianlin was so concerned about it.
Tang Songyuan calmly took out two glass bottles, which contained the growth pills he had just brewed at Tomson Yipin.
He smiled and said: "Brother Zhou, don't worry, I always do what I say..."
Zhou Tianlin's eyes shone and he laughed and said: "Brother Tang is just laughing at me. This time I can go back to Hong Kong Island to do business."
After taking the glass bottle handed over by Tang Songyuan, the smile on Zhou Tianlin's face became brighter and his hands even trembled slightly.
The look on his face was as if he was holding not a glass bottle, but a bright gem, or to be more precise, his future glory.
Growth pills have to face a completely blank market, which can also be called a blue ocean of business.
There are no other competitors yet…
A blazing light flashed in Zhou Tianlin's eyes, and then he opened the lid of the glass bottle and smelled it. The familiar smell of herbal medicine lifted his spirits.
"That's the taste. What a treasure. Brother Tang is truly a god!"
He rubbed the glass bottle repeatedly, as if he could feel the huge energy contained in the growth pill.
"Brother Zhou, you're welcome. I believe that as long as we join hands, we will definitely have a place in the vast market in the future." Tang Songyuan stretched out his hand and shook Zhou Tianlin's hand tightly.
At ten o'clock in the evening, Zhou Tianlin returned to Hong Kong Island with two copies of growth potion.
Immediately afterwards, Zhou Muning also took Liu Xiangqin on the flight back to Los Angeles.
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the next morning.
Lu Qingliu drove to Tang Songyuan's villa.
The first thing he said when he saw Tang Songyuan was: "Zhao Qingcheng is dead..."
Tang, Song and Yuan pretended to be confused and asked: "Who is Zhao Qingcheng?"
Lu Qingliu chuckled and said, "Zhao Qingcheng is Zhao Wenhan's third uncle."
"I told you last time on the phone."
Tang Songyuan suddenly said: "Oh, it's him. If you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten it."
"How did he die?"
Lu Qingliu looked at Tang Songyuan expressionlessly and said: "The police report said that Zhao Qingcheng was attacked by a silver snake while sleeping at home and died of poisoning."
A trace of natural ridicule appeared on Tang Songyuan's face, and he said: "The Zhao family deserves to die."
"It's just this winter, where did the bungara snake come from? Did someone deliberately poison it?"
Lu Qingliu curled his lips and said, "I don't know, this is not my business."
"You were right just now. He is indeed worthy of his death..."
Tang Songyuan raised his eyebrows slightly and said with a smile: "Then you came to me today just to talk about this matter?"
"Of course not!" Lu Qingliu said bluntly: "I came here this time because I have something very important to ask for your help..."
Tang Songyuan showed a teasing smile on his face, and then stood up. As a result, he poured a cup of tea brought by Ni Sisi to Lu Qingliu and said:
"It's not easy. It's rare for Miss Lu to ask for help."
"Then tell me, I'm all ears..."
In Tang Song and Yuan's impression, Lu Qingliu had always been a somewhat aloof and arrogant elite of the special front.
You have your own set of principles for doing things.
Lu Qingliu raised his eyes and looked at Ni Sisi, then snorted softly at Tang Songyuan and said:
"I'm telling you something serious, don't make a playful face with me."
"I'm not laughing!" Tang Songyuan raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you still going to say it?"
Ni Sisi left quietly, leaving enough room for the two of them to talk.
Lu Qingliu glared at him fiercely, then sighed secretly and said:
"I heard that you performed a craniotomy on Peng Daoren when you were in Laojie, right?"
As soon as these words came out, Tang Songyuan was suddenly shocked.
When he was in Lao Cai, Peng Daoren suffered a sudden stroke, also known as a stroke, and his life was in danger.
However, due to the medical conditions in Laojie at that time, Tang Songyuan had to take emergency action and performed a craniotomy on Peng Daoren.
It also saved the Allied forces from possible crises.
However, not many people in Laojie from the entire Allied Forces knew about this matter. How did Lu Qingliu know about it?
Tang Songyuan's expression remained unchanged and he asked calmly: "Who did you hear this news from?"
Lu Qingliu laughed softly and said, "Have you not noticed that a lot of equipment in the Allied Forces is made in China?"
"If they have no contact with us, could it be that they picked up these equipment while fighting guerrillas in the mountains?"
When she said this, Tang Songyuan thought about it and it was really like that.
During the civil war in northern Myanmar, although the equipment of the Allied forces was messy, most of the equipment seemed to be domestically produced.
What about the Bayi Bar, the Type 85 sniper, the Type 85 heavy machine gun, etc...
"So that's it..." Tang Songyuan laughed, and then said: "There is indeed such a thing, but it is all a coincidence and it is difficult to replicate."
"You also know that I have never gone to college, nor have I systematically learned clinical knowledge about surgery,"
"At that time, I was so sick that I rushed to the doctor, treating a dead horse as a living horse. The success in the end was just a result of bad luck..."
"You don't have to rush to clear up the relationship!" Lu Qingliu's beautiful eyes stared into his eyes, as if she wanted to see something from them.
But she really didn't see anything. After all, most of what Tang Songyuan said was true, but she concealed the things related to his extraordinary abilities.
She said: "I have seen Peng Daoren's detailed medical records with my own eyes, so even though you explain so much, I still know that you are very good at surgery."
"And I have known you for a long time. You have always impressed me as a person who can create miracles."
"Okay, okay, Miss Lu, what exactly do you want me to do?" Tang Songyuan asked helplessly.
For Lu Qingliu, Tang Songyuan had always regarded her as a close comrade-in-arms. After all, the two had fought side by side.
I also slept in the same bed. Of course, I just slept, and it was full of sleep.
Lu Qingliu's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but she quickly returned to normal. She said in a deep voice: "I want to ask you to help me save someone."
"Save someone?" Tang Songyuan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Who is it?"
"Your grandpa is in good health. I met him once last time at Poly Auction House. He seemed to be in good spirits..."
"It's not my grandfather!" Lu Qingliu said hurriedly: "It's one of my grandfather's comrades. He blocked my grandfather's fatal shot on the battlefield."
"But the conditions at the time were limited, and the bullet is still stuck in his skull."
"Recently, the warhead has compressed the nerve, and the location of the warhead is very special and very sensitive,"
"I asked experts in Beijing, and they all said that the success rate of surgery is less than 5 percent."
"What's the difference between that and dying..."
Tang Songyuan curled his lips and said: "Then if you come to me, it's no different than seeking medical attention in a hurry..."
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