I'm the big president

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a medium-sized civilian helicopter slowly landed on an open space in the suburbs of Shenjiang. Christina helped Qin Yang get off the plane. Pointing in front of him, he said, "Did you see the courtyard with two osmanthus trees planted at the door? The acupuncture expert Qian Lao I'm talking about lives in the courtyard."

Christina smiled and said, "I specially asked Xiao Gao to prepare a small gift, I hope he will like it."

Qin Yang narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "You don't need any gifts to ask Mr. Qian to treat his illness. Just prepare banknotes, preferably in cash."

Christina helped him walk forward slowly, and said in a low voice: "I have prepared 200 million cash, if it is not enough, it will not take long for Xiao Gao to go to the bank to get it."

There was a wry smile on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth, and he said in a low voice, "Two million should be enough. I'd probably scare him with my appearance in the past." The last time I met him was a young man in his twenties. It turned into a wrinkled old man, the contrast is a bit big.

A group of three came to the gate of the courtyard. Christina raised her hand and rang the doorbell. After waiting for about half a minute, no one came to open the door. She raised her hand and planned to ring the doorbell a few more times, but unexpectedly the door creaked harshly. It opened slowly with the sound of yah, and Qin Yang saw a lean old man standing in front of the door. He hadn't seen him for a few years, and Qian Lao's appearance didn't change much, but his legs and feet were not flexible enough to lean on a walking stick.

"Who are you looking for?"

Mr. Qian had no intention of letting them in, and looked at the three of them one by one with vigilant eyes. When his gaze swept across Qin Yang's wrinkled old face, he obviously paused.

A wry smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yang's mouth, and he asked in a low voice, "Old man, don't you think I look familiar?"

Mr. Qian rolled his eyes upwards, and said angrily, "Don't call me old man, you are at least a slap older than me at your age." Being called old man by someone older than himself is not a respectful title. It doesn't make much difference to swear by your nose, but then again, the old man on the opposite side looks familiar.

Qin Yang shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "I'm Qin Yang, do you still remember that you used the sky meteorite needle to help me open up the eight extraordinary meridians three years ago?"

"Are you Qin Yang?"

Qian Lao's expression changed suddenly, and he took two steps forward and stretched out his hand to grab his wrist.

Qin Yang didn't dodge or dodge, and let him grab the pulse door.

Mr. Qian narrowed his eyes and remained silent for a while, then slowly let go of Qin Yang's wrist, frowned and said, "It's strange, your body declines before you get old, your illness is so strange."

Qin Yang asked in a low voice: "Do you have a cure?"

Qian Lao pondered for a while, shook his head and said: "The lamp is exhausted, and the medicine stone is weak. All I can do is to recuperate. It is not to mention prolonging life, but at least it can make you relax."

Qin Yang seemed to have guessed that this would be the result, and said with a wry smile: "I'm an old man with old arms and legs. It's good to be able to relax a bit. Just use whatever means you have, and don't worry about other things."

The implication is very clear, as much effort as you have here, you are not short of money.

Mr. Qian nodded, and said with a smile: "There is no reason not to do business, please come in!"

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In terms of medical skills, Mr. Qian is definitely top-notch. There is only one prerequisite. You have enough money to pay for high treatment costs. If you have money, you can enjoy the best medical skills and use the best medicine.

Qian had long known that Qin Yang was a man who was not short of money, and he did his best to recuperate him. He formulated a whole set of recuperation plan for Qin Yang, including acupuncture, decoction, medicinal bath, and medicated diet...a course of treatment was [-] days, and each course cost It's seven figures. This amount of money may be astronomical to ordinary people, but it's nothing to Qin Yang.

At Mr. Qian, people don’t recognize people but only money. If you have money, you can enjoy the best service. Even the accompanying Christina and the driver Xiao Gao enjoyed a meal of medicinal food, such as stewed flying dragon with century-old ginseng, cinnamon and fennel Roasted wild pigeons, the best white fungus soup... are all good nourishing and healthy things, and the taste is not bad.

Acupuncture and physical therapy is the last step. Qin Yang was about to take off all the clothes on his body. Just as he was about to take off the pendant around his neck, Qian Lai let out a soft snort. He stopped what he was doing and looked at Mr. Qian. with doubts.

Qian Lao pointed to the pendant around his neck and said, "Can you take this thing off and show me?"

Qin Yang immediately took off the pendant and handed it over, and asked in a low voice, "What? Have you seen this thing before?"

Mr. Qian looked over the small pendant over and over again, and said with a smile: "I've seen it before, this thing is a suite, there are seven in total, and I have a pair in my hand. It doesn't matter if you like to sell it to you, as long as the price is the same." suitable."

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "Of course I like it, bring your things here and have a look, hurry up."

"Wait a minute, I'll bring it to you."

Mr. Qian handed the pendant in his hand to Qin Yang, turned around and walked into the bedroom, and walked out again after a while, with an object the size of a palm in his hand. There are seven small squares, two of which are embedded with a bronze sundial, which is exactly the same as the bronze sundial in Qin Yang's hand.

"Hey! It's this thing. It's something passed down from my grandparents. I don't know where it came from. Anyway, it's an antique. If you like it, you can ask for a price."

Mr. Qian handed the object in his hand to Qin Yang directly. He didn't value it very much. Perhaps in his opinion, it was the most realistic thing to exchange it for banknotes.

Qin Yang lowered his head and fiddled with the objects in his hand, and said in a low voice: "I like this thing very much, 1000 million, give me the bank account number, and I can transfer it to you now."

"Okay, I'm very satisfied with the price. The item is yours now. I want the money in cash. You don't need to pay it now. Just send it to me tomorrow."

Mr. Qian was so happy from ear to ear, this thing was obtained by his grandparents by accident. At that time, his grandfather was treating someone, and the man had no money to pay for the consultation fee. A few years ago, he also planned to cash this thing out, but he found a few antique dealers who couldn't give him a satisfactory price. The highest price he paid was 1 yuan.

"No problem, I'll send someone to send the money tomorrow, 1000 million in cash..."

Qin Yang didn't look up, he carefully took apart his own pendant, pinched the bronze sundial with his fingers and slowly pushed it into the small square in the hexagonal rhombus, only heard a soft click, and the bronze sundial was inserted into one of the small squares , Tight fit, sometimes things are such a coincidence, it takes no effort to find nowhere to go.