Mamasang's words made the plastic surgeons standing in a row tremble.
Those who were selected to be admitted to the Penguanzi Intercity Plastic Surgery Hospital were all married and had children. They were extremely frightened by Mama-san's intimidation.
after all
The mamasang in front of me is doing that kind of business.
"Can anyone give me an explanation?"
Under Mamasang's question, all the plastic surgeons' eyes fell on the doctor standing in the middle, and they all took a step back slowly.
This doctor is the most senior here.
"Okay, it's you."
The doctor in the middle was stunned for a moment and looked around:? ? ?
"Reporting to Mama Sang, this is the case. During this period of time when we were operating, the boss would come to the operating room to give us instructions on the operation and required us to perform the operation according to her requirements. We can't go against her as the boss. Requirements, the operation is prone to misoperation."
"Yeah, I understand the situation."
It seems that Mr. Penguanzi has some concerns about the appearance of the plastic surgery target.
High demand!
Mamasang expressed her understanding of the dilemma faced by these plastic surgeons.
When laymen guide experts, various problems will always arise.
As Mama-san nodded, all the plastic surgeons relaxed a little. It seemed that Mama-san listened to their concerns, which is really great!
However, what Mama Sang said the next second made everyone present feel their hearts tightening.
"I remember that you are a single-parent family and have a daughter. I will send her out of the city to be used as a child bride in the next few days. I will raise the price for you and get 50% of the profit."
"No! It can't be done!"
After hearing this, the doctor wanted to step forward and ask Mama Sang to change her decision.
However, before he could get close to Mama Sang, he was knocked unconscious by her bodyguards and dragged away.
After the doctor was "invited" to leave, Mamasang glanced at everyone with a smile and said:
"I hope that in the future, you will not make any excuses for your work.
Instead of complaining about the leader’s problems, why not think about how to improve yourself?
Is it impossible to satisfy the boss’s requirements while allowing the patient lying on the bed to get off the operating table alive? "
The plastic surgeon present wanted to say——
cannot!
You didn't hear the boss's request for a pen, so you directly took out a book on the Internet and read through the description of the "heroine"'s appearance in front of us——
What eyes as big as almonds, what a pretty nose, what kind of small mouth like a cherry, what kind of standard oval face, what kind of exquisite figure
What should I do if I can’t achieve a slim figure through liposuction?
Just remove a few ribs!
With such a boss, how can they, as plastic surgeons, carry out their own plastic surgery work?
"Can you do it?"
"able."
"Louder, I can't hear your answers!"
"able!"
"very good."
Mamasang shook her hair and stepped into the elevator.
After dealing with these plastic surgeons who caused trouble for me, I still need to calm down the penmaster.
Penzhi Intercity Plastic Surgery Hospital.
The office of the domineering president.
"Dong dong dong, Master Penzhi, it's me." Mama-san gently knocked on the door.
"Come in." The voice of the pen came from behind the door calmly.
"OK."
Mamasang slowly opened the door. When she opened the door, she saw Mr. Penzhuzi, facing the computer, typing on the keyboard seriously.
"Mama-san, please wait a moment, I will write one more paragraph of the press release and it will be finalized."
As he spoke, he continued typing seriously.
Ten minutes later, Bi Zhuanzi sent the manuscript to Mamasang.
He stood up and stretched out his pen.
"Mama-san, please excuse me, there are three manuscripts here.
A manuscript is a positive report on our hospital;
Another article was a report on three fatalities in the hospital next door;
There is also a report about the original wife of the mediator of the People's Mediation Committee for Medical Disputes in Hechi City, who guided the mistress to catch the mistress.
You should know how to send it, right? "
Mamasang clicked on the manuscript, read the contents, and said with a smile:
"Don't worry, Mr. Penmaster, you have written the article for us. If we don't do it well, we can really take the blame and resign. We are good at how to divert attention."
"That's fine."
The penholder poured a glass of water for Mama Sang, handed it to Mama Sang and said:
"I hope my career will prosper, but I have to trouble you. If you can help me, when the Speaker is in a good mood, I will convey your wishes to the Speaker. Your sincere love will definitely be moved. Speaker, Speaker, she is a good person."
Hearing this, Mamasang's eyes turned slightly red, but after taking a few deep breaths, she covered up the sadness.
But when Bi Zhuanzi saw this scene, he stood up, walked around the coffee table, stepped forward, held Mamasang in his arms, and patted her back gently.
"Don't be sad. In this world, as long as the Speaker is willing, there is no one she cannot resurrect. The Speaker can give anyone a new life, let alone your target."
"You bitch, do you really have a chance to be resurrected?"
"There's a real chance."
"I will do my best to serve you."
The two of them were chatting like sisters. After Mamasang's mood adjusted a little, her mobile phone received a transcript of the minutes of tonight's regular meeting.
Bi Zhuanzi expressed curiosity, and Mamasang handed the meeting minutes to Bi Zhuanzi to read.
Bi Zhuanzi is very knowledgeable about writing work. After roughly scanning the content of the manuscript, she pointed to a line of problems that needed to be solved urgently and said:
“We are all lustful and want to promote marriage between people, which is a good thing!
People outside the city want to get married, and the price is clearly marked. We also have the resources for men and women, so...
Why not send people out through marriage introduction? Also, why do we have to charge a fee only if the recommendation is successful?
Meeting fees, commissions on betrothal gifts, technical services for people with physical disabilities, etc. are all the most basic.
Why can't we let people from outside the city come into the city to do packaging? We provide a venue to wait for pregnancy.”
What came out of Bi Zhuanzi's mouth made Mama Sang's eyes light up.
As expected of Mr. Bi Zhuangzi, he has a unique understanding of "words", and compared to their strong methods, the content of Mr. Bi Zhuangzi's words is softer.
Write it down and report it!
This can also be regarded as a guiding opinion for their subsequent work.
Inside Tianxiang Pavilion.
Xiyu, who sang twenty songs in one breath, finally felt a little tired.
He was carrying a bottle of freshly opened liquor, and with the support of several women, he slowly approached the sofa.
Xi Yu, whose eyes were already a little hazy, tried hard to open them. When he saw everyone trying to let him sit on a woman, Xi Yu frowned:
"Get out of the way, I want to make an ergonomically designed sofa, not a human body."
With that said, Xi Yu broke away from the person supporting him and wandered to the corner where Li Chuchu and Lin Hao were sitting.
"Brothers and sisters, let's have a drink."
With that said, Xi Yu picked up the wine and took a sip of it.
Under Lin Hao's spiritual perception, every time Xi Yu drinks the wine in this club, Xi Yu's mental power will be affected by the order to stop love and increase desire, causing chaos for a while.
After his mental strength becomes more stable, Xiyu will continue to drink freely.
What an interesting martial artist.
Compared to Lin Hao's spiritual observation, Li Chuchu handed Xi Yu a bottle of mineral water to let Xi Yu relieve the hangover:
"Deputy Captain Xiyu, you really drank a little too much today."
"How can you drink water when you are drinking? This is disrespectful to wine."
After saying that, Xiyu picked up a pair of chopsticks on the coffee table, waved them in front of her and said, "I have my own way of hangover, singing and eating vegetables."
With that said, Xiyu moved toward a plate of vegetables.
I'll clamp, I'll clamp, I'll clamp, I'll clamp, I'll clamp
But no matter how she picked it up, even if she changed several plates, Xi Yu couldn't pick anything out from the dish.
Not even a piece of ginger was picked up.
How is this going? Why is there only clear soup and little water left?
When you usually eat, don’t you always have too much? Could it be that the chef saw that there were more dishes dumped in my box and gave me less ingredients?
Xi Yu tried her best to open her eyes wide and see clearly the dishes on the coffee table.
Just when he thought he was drunk, a waiter knocked on the door and entered, bringing several plates of steaming dishes, such as xiaolongbao, braised pork, and sweet and sour pork.
Why are there so many dishes in the club?
But now Xiyu can't care so much. He just wants to eat something to calm down, otherwise he will vomit, and then go to the toilet.
But when he took out his chopsticks, I picked, I picked, I picked, I picked, I picked.
what happened?
Xi Yu tried her best to open her eyes wide again and looked at the newly served dishes.
Why are they all empty?
Maybe just now
No one brings new dishes?
I was really drunk, and I was hallucinating.
Xi Yu rubbed her somewhat swollen temples and said to Lin Hao and Li Chuchu beside her. After I went to the toilet, I passed through thousands of flowers, and every piece of them was covered in them.
He spent money.
After Xiyu walked a little further, Li Chuchu patted Qianqian and said:
"Qianqian, you've eaten for several rounds and you should take a break. Also, next time someone wants to use chopsticks, don't do it so fast. Look, Deputy Captain Xiyu just stretched out his hand. Chopsticks, no need to eat.
Also, after eating, you should go to the toilet when you need to, don’t hold it in. "
After saying that, Li Chuchu looked at Lin Hao and then at Qianqian. One made her worry about staying in the toilet for too long, and the other seemed not to go to the toilet at all.
[After many days of observation, Li Chuchu discovered that the handyman disciple Qianqian only ate and did not eat, and was suspected of awakening the Taotie bloodline]
[Taotie, one of the four extremely vicious bloodlines in ancient times]
[According to legend, in ancient times, a gluttonous glutton could swallow hundreds of millions of living beings in a world, comparable to the immortals and gods in the upper world]
[Now, with disciples of Taotie bloodline in the sect, the future of the sect will surely prosper]
[Li Chuchu congratulates Kechen Happy Milk Tea Co., Ltd.! 】
[Li Chuchu cheers for Lin Hao, the young ancestor of Candan! 】
[Nine Heavens and Ten Realms, Kechen City Happy Milk Tea Limited Sect will surely reach the top]
[Compared to the disciple who is suspected of being of Taotie bloodline, she, Li Chuchu, is more worried about Candan’s young ancestor Lin Hao suffering from complicated hemorrhoids]
[The residual elixir stage is still inferior to the golden elixir stage, and the Dharmakaya created cannot even cure hemorrhoids]
[What should I do if Lin Hao, the little ancestor of Candan, travels to all realms in the future and fights with strong men from various sects, tribes, sects, and all walks of life, and Pi Yanzi bleeds? What should I do?]
[Will the sect’s face be lost? 】
[One person has been invited to enter the Shiba Hell (Fortunate Wind)]
【.】
Looking at the changes in the log in front of him, Lin Hao raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.
Li Chuchu, sometimes she thinks a lot~
Sometimes, the content of log updates is really hard to look at.
In order to prevent your eyes from being attracted by the log, you have to divert your attention.
Without the sound of ghosts crying, wolves howling and singing, Lin Hao asked:
"Didn't you say, try making milk tea?"
"Didn't Deputy Captain Xiyu, who was trying to give a comment, never stop?"
"Can we start now?"
"That's it."
With that said, Li Chuchu stood up and took Lin Hao to the corner of the box. He patted the standing "palm" lightly, and a secret door appeared on the wall.
"It's amazing. I've been in Heli City for the past few days and I know that every mature club will have a dark room."
Lin Hao's spiritual mind had scanned this darkroom before, so he wasn't very surprised.
What surprised him was the palm that Li Chuchu had just high-fived.
Under Lin Hao's spiritual will, that palm had always been something like a "specimen", but when Li Chuchu high-fived it, it actually made Lin Hao feel that it was still alive.
"Lin Hao, does this palm look the same as a real one? When I first looked at it, I was shocked. I almost thought it was a real hand that had been cut off. The lines on the hand were very clear and very clear. details, but is in fact a carving by a well-known artist in Riverdale."
As he spoke, Li Chuchu waved to Lin Hao, and after he entered the darkroom, he showed Lin Hao:
"We have all the equipment and raw materials for normal milk tea preparation here, and the drinks are also available outside. We just have to wait for Deputy Captain Xiyu to come out and see what his taste is."
When he said this, a pious Buddhist voice came from behind Lin Hao:
"Milk tea master, don't wait for Xi Yu. Let's help the rich monk shake a cup of milk tea first. The rich monk spent the afternoon and evening praying, doing homework, and chanting sutras until his mouth was almost dry."
As soon as the pious Buddha entered the box, he heard what Li Chuchu said to Lin Hao. He happened to be thirsty too.
"Buddha, what sutra did you recite this afternoon? Can you recite it to me?"
Lin Hao is a little curious about Buddhist scriptures.
The main reason is that I am curious whether the Buddhist scriptures will form something like exercises in the judgment of the diary.
It just so happens that I take this opportunity to ask without being rude.
The devout Buddha said naturally:
"The lottery is unsaleable. The rich monk buys a lottery ticket, not to buy the lottery itself, but to give the lottery station a hope. How many levels of pagoda can be built will be judged by the Buddha."
"I won the lottery, the rich monk and the Buddha are 50-50."
"The rich monk has won the lottery and will lead"
(End of chapter)
