Siheyuan, my new life

The middle-aged woman couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh my God! The Israeli government gave so much? When are we going to Israel?"

Xing Dongting shook his head slightly: "Don't worry, they are begging me now. If I give them a few more days, I'm sure they will take the initiative to increase their treatment."

The middle-aged woman suddenly lowered her voice: "Boss, we were helped by the CIA to get the bald eagle from China. Do you think they would disagree if they knew about this?"

Xing Dongting waved his hand nonchalantly: "This is the Israeli government's business. As long as they can convince the CIA, I don't mind who I work for. Besides, people go to higher places and water flows to lower places. The CIA can't be unreasonable, right? After all, the conditions offered by the Israeli government are much better than those of the CIA. Not to mention anything else, the salary alone is several times higher."

After hearing this, the middle-aged woman nodded in agreement and said nothing more. She just counted the US dollar bills again.

Zhou Xuan, who was hidden in the void, witnessed it all with his own eyes. He couldn't help but sneer inwardly. What a pair of people who forget their loyalty when they see profit. Just a small fry like them was caught between two major intelligence organizations, and in the end, he didn't know how they were killed. However, since the master has given the order, there is no need to waste time.

The next morning, after eating the breakfast prepared by his wife, Xing Dongting pushed his bicycle out of his farm, got on the bicycle and slowly rode towards the CIA Langley training base less than five kilometers away.

After riding for nearly a kilometer along the two-lane dirt road in front of his farm, he got on the wide asphalt road. Xing Dongting looked at the cars of various models and brands speeding by with some envy. When will he be able to drive a car of his own? Just when he thought of the car, Mr. Hannett's words last night suddenly rang in his ears again.

Xing Dongting not only thought of the high-end cars, luxury villas and annual salary of 200,000 promised by the other party, but was also tempted by the possibility of hosting a Chinese medicine research center. Although he personally prepared the "Guben Peiyuan Decoction" at the Langley Training Base, almost the vast majority of people working here have more say than him, which means that he is just a worker who knows the preparation technology and does not feel the respect of these foreigners at all.

However, Mr. Garnett's attitude was completely different. Not only did he give him a large sum of money to settle down, he also proposed to set up a center for him to specialize in traditional Chinese medicine research. Xing Dongting imagined in his mind that he would have the final say in the research center. He rode his bike while thinking about this and soon arrived at the gate of the Langley training base.

Xing Dongting handed his pass to the security guard at the gate. A strong white man sitting in the booth took the pass, glanced at it casually, and threw it to him, muttering, "Go in, you lucky little yellow man."

Xing Dongting lowered his head to pick up the documents that had fallen on the ground. Hearing the other party's words full of disdain, he could only grit his teeth and push his bicycle into the gate.

Judging from the height alone, Xing Dongting is indeed not tall, barely about 1.7 meters, while the security guard who was standing guard at the gate just now is at least 1.9 meters tall, fat and strong, and probably weighs twice as much as him.

For some reason, Xing Dongting felt unusually sensitive today. Every morning when he passed by the sentry box at the gate, the guy named Johnny always spoke in the same tone, but he had never found it as harsh and unpleasant as today.

Entering his studio, Xing Dongting saw that his assistant had already prepared all kinds of Chinese medicinal materials needed to prepare the 'Guben Peiyuan Decoction'. After waving his hand to signal the assistant to go out, he began to carefully and meticulously inspect each medicinal material.

Xing Dongting couldn't help but be cautious. After all, this was a major event that concerned his own destiny and future. He began to learn the basics of Chinese medicine from his father at the age of ten. Later, he followed his father, a famous doctor in the city, to treat patients everywhere. He had heard and witnessed too many dirty things that could not be made public.

In fact, Xing Dongting had tampered with the recipe of 'Guben Peiyuan Decoction' when he sold it to the CIA agents. It could be considered a kind of revenge against these guys. After all, no one would feel happy if someone threatened him with the safety of his only son. However, he did not dare to change the ingredients in the recipe without authorization, and was worried that the other party would cause trouble for him once they found a problem. So Xing Dongting was deliberately ambiguous about the quantity of ingredients used, noting that since each batch of ingredients had certain differences in the methods and time of post-picking processing, there was no way to ensure that the efficacy of all ingredients was exactly the same. Therefore, the quantity of ingredients required for preparation could not be fixed and needed to be adjusted according to actual conditions.

Xing Dongting did not lie on this point. Any Chinese medicine practitioner with a certain level of experience knows that the same medicinal materials can have different specific efficacy due to different processing methods.

After Xing Dongting followed the CIA personnel to the Bald Eagle, he was immediately arranged to prepare a soup to strengthen the body and nourish the essence. He was of course aware that this was a test from the other party, who wanted to know his specific strength.

During the first preparation, many CIA personnel came to watch. Although Xing Dongting could not refuse, he was not without a solution. After carefully checking all the drugs on the list, he began his first performance.

The CIA people were surprised to see that this guy from China did not use the sophisticated scale next to him to weigh the various drugs, but just reached out and grabbed them.

A senior official present stopped Xing Dongting's action on the spot and raised questions. However, after hearing the translator's words, Xing Dongting was not at all flustered. Instead, he asked the translator to tell the other party that the number he grabbed was absolutely accurate, the error would not exceed one penny, and he could experiment at will.

So before preparing the Guben Peiyuan Decoction, the senior official personally weighed ten portions of medicinal materials that Xing Dongting had picked up directly by hand according to his requirements. The foreigners present were amazed to find that the error was indeed no more than one penny.

Only the two old Chinese medicine practitioners from Chinatown who were present had calm expressions. In fact, every experienced Chinese medicine practitioner can do this. Even some guys who specialize in dispensing medicine in Chinese medicine halls can do it. Otherwise, there would not be the word "dispensing medicine". In the past, people called it "dispensing medicine" when they went to Chinese medicine halls to buy medicine.