MTL - Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property-Chapter 52 good recipe

Han Yuquan followed Zhu Qi to his grandfather's house.

The flame that just ignited in Han Yuquan's heart will not be extinguished again.

However, Zhu Qi has already lifted the curtain and shouted: "Grandpa!"

Then, he turned his head and asked why Han Yuquan didn't come in.

Peace of mind.

An old man came out from behind the screen.

Different from the image of an old Chinese medicine practitioner who is immortal in most people's minds, he is around seventy, plump face, ruddy complexion, wearing an old V-neck sweater, smiling like a Maitreya Buddha: " Xiao Qi, are you bringing your friends here to play?"

Zhu Qi: "Come here to play, I also want to heal."

Grandpa Zhu nodded, sat behind the desk, and motioned for him to stretch out his hand: "Where is it uncomfortable? Is it because of the bumpy ride?"

"It's a hand problem, I've had a car accident before." Zhu Qi answered for him.

I wish Grandpa's expression remained unchanged: "You can try, I have treated similar patients in the early years, take out my hand and show it to me."

I never expected such a twist and turn, Han Yuquan raised his right hand tremblingly and put it on the table.

I wish grandpa observed and kneaded for a while, showing a contemplative color.

Han Yuquan's heart fell little by little, so it really still doesn't work? He has looked for so many doctors, but he still can't get back to the way he was before.

"Doctor Zhu, how is the situation?" Qing Qin didn't have the psychological burden he had, so he asked the question directly.

"It's not very good, I'm afraid this young man has seen many doctors, but he can't cure it." Seeing everyone's expressions sank, Grandpa Zhu gave a sly smile, "But I can cure it."

He continued to explain: "It will be difficult to do such particularly delicate activities as carving and painting in the future. I think the cocoon on this hand is a chef, so he will pick up a spoon in the future. There is no problem with the tricks, but you can't challenge those that require too much swordsmanship."

That's much better than shaking hands when you pick up the knife now.

Han Yuquan's eyes were moist: "It's great, this is really great."

"Don't worry, young man," Grandpa Zhu has already taken out his pen and started to write the prescription, "Your injury has dragged on for a long time, and you have to soak and apply medicine, massage and acupuncture, the pain is very painful of…"

Han Yuquan couldn't wait: "I can hold back!"

The patient's willingness to receive treatment is very strong, and there are medicinal materials here. Grandpa Zhu will immediately give him the first round of treatment.

"It may be a little uncomfortable in a while, so bear with it." Grandpa Zhu took out a bottle of medicinal wine and smeared it directly.

The numbness spread along with the pain, Han Yuquan gasped, struggled instinctively, and was held down again.

When the treatment was completed, the cold sweat had already wet his back, and the whole person was still shaking slightly.

"How is it?" Zhu Qi asked with concern.

Han Yuquan tried to use his right hand, much more comfortable than before: "It seems to be a lot better."

"From now on, come to me for a massage once a day, go back and take the medicine according to the prescription, and within a year to ensure that your function is restored to the original." I wish grandpa look proud.

The haze that had been shrouded in the head for the past few years was finally cleared away, Han Yuquan's eyes were sore, tears fell unsatisfactorily, and he finally broke down in tears: "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhu Qi patted him on the back to comfort him: "Why are you crying now? Things will only get better and better, if you want to be grateful, just work hard for our President Xiaoqing, he won't Mistreatment of any employee."

Speaking of Qibao, the company's news came.

Zhu Qi watched the message light on his mobile phone flash wildly, and an ominous premonition appeared in his heart.

The message was sent by Ding Jiu. It was very brief, but the words were thrilling: "Youth series liquor did not pass the analysis of flavor components."

"How can this happen, I'll be right back." Zhu Qi has done this analysis many times, and can't believe that their youth liquor will go wrong in the last level.

Han Yuquan was about to leave when he saw his face changed, and quickly pulled him back: "Did something happen to Qibao?"

"We are here to participate in the International Wine and Spirits Competition this time," Zhu Qi took a deep breath to stabilize his mood, "but there is a problem in the quality analysis, I am afraid that the previous efforts will have to draw water. drift."

Spirits competition, quality analysis, these two keywords flooded into Han Yuquan's mind, he immediately remembered a shocking shady scene he encountered while working in a restaurant.

Prevent the other party from threatening the insider.

This matter had nothing to do with him before, so it naturally hangs high, but if this matter involves his benefactor, then he has to stand up for everything.

He said solemnly: "I have seen the shady story about this game before."

Townhouse.

When Qing Qin came down for dinner, the first time he saw the lifeless appearance of the employees.

Ding Jiu frowned, pulling a few colleagues in the lab together, not knowing what to talk about.

At the other end of the table, Deng Hong's face was gloomy, and his fingers quickly operated the computer.

Qiao Dang put on his coat and was making a phone call from the balcony. Judging from the restless demeanor of his pacing back and forth, he might have encountered some kind of problem.

This is a rare sight, Qing Qin could not help slowing down, secretly wondering if something happened recently.

Could it be that this time God really favored him and gave him a chance to go bankrupt?

Thinking like this, her right eyelid jumped.

Just as he slowed down, someone finally found him and called Mr. Qing softly.

This sound attracted everyone's attention, and the anxious employees, as if they had found the backbone, crowded into a pile, standing in front of him, with the same red eyes and faces Hyun was about to cry.

They rejected each other for a while, and finally chose Qiu Dang to explain to Qing Qin what happened now.

"Our youth series may not win gold."

I thought it was a big deal. If you don't get a gold award, you won't get a gold award. Qing Qin didn't care about it, and he comforted her: "It's not bad to win a silver award."

Then his employees wanted to cry even more: "But we haven't even passed the flavor analysis, so I'm afraid we'll come home empty-handed."

Qing Qin nodded: "I remember that there is no list yet?"

Mr. Qing is still not willing to believe the facts, I am afraid he still hopes to win the grand prize, but unfortunately, Qiu Dang has to be the villain who shatters the hope: "My father is Professor Qiu, He revealed a little bit of inside information."

Looks like this is the right time.

Qing Qin breathed a sigh of relief, pondering how to comfort the hard-working employees, and told the truth: "It's okay, Qibao itself has no ambition to win the gold award, just take it out to bring Just travel around and gain experience.”

To his surprise, the employees did not relax because of the boss's low requirements, but some people cried directly.

Qing Qin:…

I have failed so many times and I have not fought tenaciously on the front line, can you not learn the spirit of my repeated defeats and battles?

I am used to too many victories.

He wiped his face helplessly, changed his way, and shouted sharply: "Why cry! Can crying solve the problem? If you are not reconciled, review the brewing process of this wine and propose improvements. The big deal is that we will fight again next year."

"Yes!" Ding Jiu responded first.

The rest of the people also began to show fighting spirit on their faces, wiped their tears and started to work.

The atmosphere in the hall was finally no longer gloomy.

It's just a small failure that makes employees so lost, what if they go bankrupt next?

Seven treasures are so large, once they fall, there are countless aftermaths that need to be dealt with.

Qing Qin couldn't help but have a headache. He suddenly found that it was difficult to ride a tiger to this point.

To move forward is to continue the cannon fodder road of the original owner, and to escape, so many responsibilities have been tied to him.

Do you want to wait for 10 million to get back, go back to your old business, fly overseas to gamble, save a sum of money, and give them unemployment benefits?

The only thing that can soothe a wounded heart is money.

He thought about luck.

The staff didn't actually concentrate on their work. From the corner of the eye, they watched Mr. Qing go upstairs, and they all felt that the back was bleak. Someone spoke first—

"We are sorry for your expectations."

"Actually, Mr. Xiaoqing really hopes to win. He is so sad, so he has to comfort us."

"I think there must be a problem here, no matter what, always find a way to try it."

"Okay, I'll figure out a way to get the tournament to test again!"

They are making plans, Zhu Qi has brought Han Yuquan over: "Brothers and sisters, I found a breakthrough, there is a shady secret behind this game!"

"What?" Ding Jiu asked sharply.

Han Yuquan stepped forward, borrowed his computer, and directly played the video shot at that time in front of everyone.

The exchange of interests staged in the video made everyone clench their fists, and the finished product they worked so hard to make should be treated unfairly!

"I think this person is a bit familiar," Ding Jiu discovered something in his anger, he paused the video and pointed to Qian Rongyou above, "He seems to be the teacher's previous collaborator The author, Qian Rongyou. Before, he and the teacher took the winning photos together, but later the two had different ideas and parted ways. In the competition five years ago, the teacher missed the gold medal and quit sadly, while Qian Rongyou Become a disciple of Mr. Tang."

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone immediately deduced a series of grievances and hatreds, and cursed this perfidious villain.

"It is necessary for us to report this matter to the authorities." Qiu Dang frowned and began to look for a way to report.

He flipped through the documents, raised his head and blinked, enlivening the atmosphere: "Qian Rongyou can only play this little cleverness, we have someone behind us."

Everyone laughed immediately, and they studied the process and organized the data with full action.

Qing Qin was so worried about the problems revealed by this failure that he couldn't sleep well in the middle of the night. He planned to go downstairs to relax, and saw that his employees were staying up late to cultivate immortals.

It's miserable, it's miserable.

Xiaoqing always had a conscience attack and clapped his hands to attract their attention: "Winning or losing is a matter of military affairs, and your health is more important than the gain or loss at this time. You should rest well..."

He was about to use the power of banknotes to soothe the injured hearts of the people, and found that the expressions of the people were not discouraged, on the contrary, there was still a little excitement?

Ding Jiu laughed even more: "Mr. Qing, don't worry, we have found a solution!"

"Yes, it turns out that there is a shady scene in this game, and we have reported it to the official."

"My dad is a member of the jury, so we won't suffer."

Qing Qin almost vomited out a mouthful of old blood, co-authored with me worrying about your emotions for a long time, you solved the problem by yourself!

I will not give out the bonus this time!

However, as his thoughts turned, he remembered the legend of the surge in sales behind those wines that won gold medals.

In order to ensure the balance of income and expenditure, Qing Qin endured the humiliation and forced a business smile: "Everyone has done a good job, and there will be bonuses after winning the award."