The new mission of the CEO of the Miraculous Doctor after traveling through time

In the bustling streets of Beijing, Ye Chen's martial arts school is very lively. Ye Chen stood in the middle of the martial arts training ground and said loudly to a group of apprentices: "Practice this move well, don't be lazy! If you go out and embarrass our martial arts school, don't blame me for being rude!" The apprentices responded in unison: "Yes, Master!" The momentum seemed to be able to overturn the roof of the martial arts school. The business of the martial arts school is booming day by day. Many people come here every day to learn Ye Chen's awe-inspiring martial arts.

Meiko's clinic is full of warmth. Meiko was gently feeling the pulse of a ragged old man and said softly, "Old man, you are just a little tired. I will prescribe some medicine for you. If you take it on time, the medicine will be free." The old man was moved to tears and thanked her repeatedly, "Miss Meiko, you are really a living Bodhisattva!" Meiko smiled and said, "This is what I should do. You should go back and have a good rest." Meiko always tried her best to reduce or exempt the fees for those poor people, and even provided free treatment. Her righteous deeds were passed down as a good story in the surrounding area, and people affectionately called her a living Bodhisattva. More and more people came to the clinic to see a doctor, and there were often long queues.

When the martial arts hall and the medical clinic were both flourishing, Ye Chen had a new idea. One day, under the introduction of Taoist Zhong Xiangyun, merchants and celebrities from the capital came to Ye Chen's residence. These celebrities usually call the shots in the business world and look up to others. However, today, they all looked at the young Ye Chen with curiosity and probing eyes.

Zhong Xiangyun bowed slightly and said to the celebrities: "Everyone, this is Ye Chen, Senior Ye." His respectful appearance surprised everyone. Seeing a white-haired old man so respectful to the handsome Ye Chen, the scene seemed a little inappropriate. A fat businessman asked in confusion: "Mr. Zhong, this young man Ye is so young, why do you respect him so much?" Zhong Xiangyun smiled mysteriously and said: "Senior Ye's ability is beyond your imagination, you will know it in the future." Ye Chen just bowed slightly and said humbly: "Mr. Zhong, thank you for the compliment. I invited you all here today to discuss the opening of the business with you."

Thanks to everyone's efforts, Ye Chen's business finally opened its doors.

The sun was shining on the bustling streets of the capital. Ye Chen's business opened grandly today. The scene was even more lively than a temple fair.

Ye Chen stood at the door of the store, with a smug smile on his face, as if he saw countless gold and silver treasures flying towards him. Meizi smiled gently beside him, and that smile was like the warm sunshine in spring, which warmed people's hearts.

As soon as the trade fair started, there were a lot of jokes. Mo Tong, the young master who was appointed as the general manager of the business, was seriously directing a group of temporary employees. His face was tense and he shouted loudly: "Be smart and don't mess up the things!" But his childish voice sounded a little funny in the noisy crowd, like a little sparrow calling out to a group of geese.

Deep in the bustling streets of Beijing, Ye Chen's business was like a shining pearl. One day, Ye Chen suddenly had an idea and decided to go to the business to inspect it in person.

He was wearing an ordinary robe and walked into the store in a low-key manner. No one could tell that he was the owner of the store. In the store, many celebrities were gathered together to appreciate a new batch of famous porcelain. They were all dressed in gorgeous clothes, with extraordinary temperament, and they were chatting and laughing with each other.

Ye Chen watched quietly, frowning occasionally, thinking about the placement and display of the porcelain. At this time, a local tycoon noticed him, frowned and said loudly: "Hey, you strange face, there are celebrities here, why are you here to make trouble? These are all precious porcelains, if you damage them, can you afford to pay for it?" Ye Chen raised his head slightly, looked at the tycoon calmly, and said lightly: "I am the owner of this store, I come to see my own things, why not?"

As soon as he said this, the people around him burst into laughter. One of them mocked, "How dare you call yourself the owner of this store? Mr. Zhong calls the owner of this store "senior". You are a young man, are you pretending to be someone else?" Everyone agreed. The rich man waved his hand impatiently and shouted to the waiter, "What are you still standing there for? Get this pretender out, don't ruin our fun."

The guys looked at each other, feeling awkward for a moment. Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but feel helpless. He didn't want to make a big deal out of it, but now he was misunderstood like this. He raised his voice slightly and said, "I am indeed Ye Chen. I founded this business. If you don't believe me, you can ask Mr. Zhong." However, no one was willing to listen. They just thought he was quibbling and insisted on kicking him out. The atmosphere at the scene instantly became tense, and a misunderstanding was deadlocked. Mr. Zhong came to the scene and treated Ye Chen with great respect, which cleared up the misunderstanding.

The models who were dressed in fashion and ready to walk on the catwalk were in a state of confusion. Women in ancient times did not like to show up in public, but now they were dragged to walk on the catwalk. They were so nervous that they didn't know where to put their hands and feet. Yu'er walked in front, her face flushed. Her steps were as stiff as a puppet being controlled by someone. Every step she took was like a difficult battle. Her awkward appearance made the audience below laugh, and some even laughed to tears.

Meiko was a little more natural, but with her gentle temperament, she walked like she was strolling among flowers, without the flamboyant feeling that a fashion show should have. However, this also had its own unique flavor, attracting some literati and scholars to shake their heads and admire.

The funniest part was when Mo Tong personally demonstrated the big wheel lottery. He struggled to turn the big wheel, and his small body was almost dragged along by the wheel. The wheel whirred and finally stopped, but the pointer was still swaying between two prizes. Mo Tong was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. He pushed it to the left and to the right, muttering, "Hey, you disobedient guy, point it here." The audience below laughed when they saw him like this. Some laughed so hard that they couldn't straighten their backs, and some held their stomachs and stomped their feet.

In this chaotic and joyful atmosphere, the member registration office was not peaceful either. The guy in charge of registration was surrounded by a group of people, who were asking about the preferential policies for members. A fat uncle squeezed to the front and asked loudly: "If I become a member, can I come to draw prizes every day?" The guy was stunned by his question, and then explained with a smile: "Uncle, this member does not have the benefit of drawing prizes every day." When the uncle heard it, his eyes widened and he muttered: "Then I won't do it, I won't do it." Then he turned around and squeezed out of the crowd, looking like he had suffered a great injustice.

Although the scene was somewhat ridiculous and chaotic, the opening of Ye Chen's business was still a huge success. The crowds of people were surging, the business was booming, and the prosperous scene seemed to indicate that Ye Chen's business path would become wider and wider.