"Mr. Qin's words are wrong!"
Yang Qian waved his hand and said seriously to Qin Changsheng: "Mr. Qin, does he know what is the most profitable thing in today's society?"
"I really don't know that."
Qin Changsheng shook his head, brought Yang Qian a glass of wine and said, "I don't have much business acumen, so I would like to ask Mr. Yang for advice."
Yang Qian stood up and took the wine glass, finished the wine with a rosy face, and said rather scolding Fang Qiu: "In today's society, people are rich, and most people have basically lifted themselves out of poverty and become well-off. No matter how hard it is, they can still eat and drink without worries."
"With the development of the Internet, the service industry, express delivery industry, and takeout industry have all emerged, and these giant industries have one characteristic, that is, they can bring convenience to people's lives and provide people with practical services. .”
"Anything that can help people and is needed by people is a good product. Once it is made, it will be difficult not to make money."
"In other words, many people will be troubled by the same problem, and the weight loss industry is one of the industries with the most business opportunities."
"In order to lose weight, some go to the gym to exercise, some go on a diet, some take slimming pills and drink slimming tea, and in extreme cases, there are also gastrointestinal incisions and liposuction. They are everywhere."
"But even in modern society, where technology has developed to a certain extent, there are still no products that can help humans lose weight in a practical, painless and side-effect-free manner."
When Yang Qian said this, he looked at Qin Changsheng and said slowly: "As long as Mr. Qin's prescription is okay, we can completely approve the establishment of a factory to mass-produce this kind of weight-loss drug. Making money is not a problem at all. The most important thing is that this is It is a good thing that benefits the people and allows more obese people to successfully lose weight and live a healthy life."
Qin Changsheng did not expect that the most inconspicuous weight loss prescription he just picked up from the inheritance of Yin Yang Shenlong Jue would turn into a profitable proposition in Yang Qian's eyes.
He had to admire the business acumen of these businessmen, which was far inferior to his own.
But after thinking about it carefully, Qin Changsheng was also a little moved by what he said.
Although he can make money by treating people and doing Feng Shui, he still makes money with his craftsmanship.
But doing business is different. Doing business is taking money to make money, just like the after-sleep income that has been very popular on the Internet in the past two years. You can have income even when you are asleep.
Qin Changsheng said thoughtfully: "Mr. Yang, that seems to be what you said, but I don't know how to run a business and run a factory. I'm completely blind."
Yang Qian said with some emotion: "But I understand, Mr. Qin, if you don't dislike it, why don't we cooperate? You only care about the formula and technology, and leave the rest of the investment and operation to me."
This was a huge business opportunity, and Yang Qian was interested in it from the beginning.
This is not to say that there is anything wrong with his character. As a businessman, it is almost instinctive to pursue profits.
"Okay! No problem!"
Qin Changsheng wanted nothing more than to cooperate with a business giant like Yang Qian. He didn't care about prescription technology or anything like that. In this way, it would be perfect for him to be the hands-off shopkeeper.
The two reached the preliminary intention of cooperation in a few words, and they were both very happy. Yang Pan'er was also smiling, holding up the wine glass and said: "Then I wish grandpa and Mr. Qin a happy cooperation, let's all have a drink together!"
Several people toasted at the same time, and Sun Bo was no exception.
But just when the four of them were about to drink, the door to the private room was kicked open with force!
"boom!"
The door was a synthetic wooden door of average quality, but the person who came had strong legs. He kicked the door off the door frame with one kick, and with a loud bang, sawdust and sawdust came straight in.
Sun Bo, who was sitting near the door, changed his expression. He stepped out, his arms bulged with muscles, and raised his hand to catch the door, thus avoiding the door from hitting the dining table.
"who!"
Sun Bo was furious, put down the door and looked outside.
At the door, I saw a strong man with shawl hair standing lazily.
It was Xia Hou Yingzhe's right-hand man - the madman!
There were more than a dozen people standing around the madman. One of them, bald, pointed at Qin Changsheng in the private room and said, "Brother Madman, that man is Qin Changsheng!"
The lunatic ignored Sun Bo, looked at Qin Changsheng, raised his fingers, and said coldly: "Qin Changsheng, right? Come out and come with me."
"Mr. Qin is my master's distinguished guest. I don't care who you are, please leave immediately!"
After all, Sun Bo was a third-grade great martial artist. Seeing the menace of this group of people, he arrogantly ignored him. He immediately snorted angrily and walked towards the door.
"Boy, this is none of your business, get out!"
The bald man glared at Sun Bo, stretched out his hand and pushed Sun Bo's chest hard.
Sun Bo snorted coldly, and without waiting for the bald man's hand to push in front of him, he punched out, like thunder, with a snap, hitting the bald man's face directly. The bald man didn't even grunt. With a sound, he fell to the ground and passed out!
"hiss!"
"This guy is pretty awesome!"
The others were immediately startled by Sun Bo.
The madman was a little surprised and looked at Sun Bo for the first time: "I didn't expect that he is still a third-grade great martial artist."
Sun Bodao: "Since you know my strength, quickly take your people and get out of here!"
"Ha ha!"
The madman couldn't stop laughing, and said with a sarcastic face: "Although you are a third-grade great martial artist... but in my eyes, you are just trash, do you understand?"
"What did you say!"
Sun Bo narrowed his eyes. As a descendant of the ancient martial arts family, he had become a third-level martial artist in his thirties. This was already a very proud achievement. Although not as good as Qin Changsheng, he was among the younger generation in the ancient martial arts world. Among them, he is also one of the best, but now he is being ridiculed as trash by someone who is almost the same age as himself?
"I said, you are rubbish, don't you understand?"
The madman snorted lightly, with a look of disdain and contempt.
"I hope your bones can be as hard as your mouth, but don't let me break them all at once!"
Sun Bo was furious, shouted loudly, and hit the lunatic in the chest with a cannon punch!
This punch, because there was anger in the chest, was not reserved at all. If an ordinary person had received it, his ribs would have been broken and he would have fallen to the ground seriously injured!
Even being punched to death on the spot is not impossible!
"Sun Bo!"
"Be careful, don't kill anyone!"
When Yang Pan'er and Yang Qian saw Sun Bo punching in anger, they were both worried that he would kill the person with one punch, so they couldn't help but give advice.
But Sun Bo punched without reservation. Once the punch was fired, it was impossible to stop it midway.
Qin Changsheng frowned slightly, but felt that Sun Bo's punch might not be able to do anything to the opponent.
Sure enough, the next moment, the madman caught Sun Bo's fist firmly with his hands.
"Your fist is softer than the marshmallow in a child's hand. Just like that...you still want to kill someone?"
The madman squeezed Sun Bo's fist with a sarcastic look on his face.
"you!"
Sun Bo was shocked and angry, his face full of disbelief and shock!
This guy could catch his fist so easily! ?
He is a third-grade great martial artist!
Could it be that……
At the moment when Sun Bo's mind was spinning, the madman suddenly punched Sun Bo in the chest!
"boom!"
As if being hit by a speeding car, Sun Bo flew backwards and hit the dining table. The dining table crashed with a loud bang and fell to the ground.
Sun Bo vomited blood, his face was pale, he struggled to sit up, stared at the madman in inexplicable horror, and said: "You, you, you are... a fourth-grade grandmaster!?"
