Ferrets?

Song Fengchen raised his brows slightly, and said calmly, "I wonder if you are?"

"Now Li Youzhong." The middle-aged man looked at Song Fengchen with keen eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I lost a ferret in my house some time ago. I wonder if my husband saw it?"

Song Fengchen's gaze stayed on the middle-aged man's face for a while, and he waved the tracer in his hand, his tone getting worse and worse: "Is this your handwriting?"

Li Youzhong's eyes flickered, and he was more vigilant in his heart. He nodded: "It's exactly, the little trick that makes me laugh. I hope you can forgive me if I interrupt you."

"The ferret you mentioned is indeed with me." Even though he said that, Song Fengchen didn't mean to let Li Youzhong and others enter the door.

"That ferret is very important to my family. If my husband can return to Zhao, the Li family in my town will have a re-report." Li Youzhong said solemnly with his eyes burning.

"It's not a question of whether I want to return it or not." Song Fengchen looked at him and said lightly: "It is willing to live in my house, and for this he gave me two pieces of Polygonum multiflorum as a reward. I have used Polygonum multiflorum, so I will never push it. The way it goes."

This word fell in Li Youzhong's ears, and it was no different from an excuse.

His face suddenly sank, he lowered his voice, with a scent of gritted teeth: "Are you trying to take it for yourself?"

Song Fengchen frowned slightly: "It's not..."

"Thirty thousand," Li Youzhong interrupted him, "As long as you return the ferret to me, I will give you thirty thousand yuan immediately."

Song Fengchen calmly said: "I have already said..."

"Fifty thousand." Li Youzhong is decisive. In his opinion, there is no problem that money cannot solve. If so, it must be because of too little.

Song Fengchen looked impatient: "What do you want me to say?"

"Don't toast or eat fine wine." It was the young man next to Li Youzhong who was talking. Although he didn't know why Li Youzhong was so jealous of Song Fengchen, it didn't prevent him from getting angry.

"That ferret was originally owned by my Li family. It came to your house only because it was lost carelessly. If you don't take the initiative to return it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t take the initiative to return it. Who is it, the dean of the Chinese Medicine Hospital, in this capital, one-third of the leading cadres above level six are the guests of my Li family."

"Is it enough?" Li Youzhong shouted coldly.

The young man closed his mouth with a look of resentment, and finally gave Song Fengchen a fierce look.

"I'm sorry, my nephew's temperament is too straightforward, and what he says may not sound nice, sir. Don't take it to heart." Li Youzhong sang red face and said in a deep voice, "However, about that ferret, my husband might as well. Think about it, and if you think the price is inappropriate, just discuss it. This way, it will be good for you and me."

Song Fengchen didn't want to use his tactics: "Why, this is starting to speak harshly. When you found this place, did you ever think about what place it is?"

Bullying others, who wouldn't?

Li Youzhong was startled. At this moment, a middle-aged man standing behind him leaned into his ear and said, "Patriarch, this seems to be a newly built government compound."

With that said, he glanced at Song Fengchen, which was self-evident.

Li Youzhong's face sank.

Song Fengchen looked at him and said in a cold voice: "You don't look like a doctor whose mission is to help the world and save others."

Li Youzhong suddenly shook his heart, telling him instinctively that Song Fengchen meant something.

Without waiting for him to reply, Song Fengchen continued: "You Li Jiashao said that you have kept that ferret for hundreds of years. How could it be that you have no feelings at all. Then Mr. Li, can you tell me why he would rather stay with me than he would? Back to Li's house?"

The big guy came here only for the pot of honeysuckle, and the Li family relied on it to collect precious medicinal materials, and I was afraid that they could not wait to offer it up. Obviously, it can trade medicinal materials and Song Fengchen for honeysuckle, while staying in Li's house to live a luxurious and corrupt life, but instead chose to live in his house to live a ‘clear and bitter’ life. What does it do?

Song Fengchen felt strange before, but now he understands.

The young man is unclear so: "What do you mean?"

Li Youzhong's expression changed drastically, and he was already talking about it. If he didn't know that Song Fengchen had solved his secret, then he wouldn't have to stand here.

His pupils tightened, and his eyes were even more jealous: "You--"

Song Fengchen didn't plan to entangle him anymore, he took a step back, and only said, "No!"

As soon as the voice fell, the door slammed shut.

The young man wondered that the atmosphere was a little different. He turned his head and looked at Li Youzhong with a gloomy look. He somehow felt that such Li Youzhong was strange and terrifying. He shrank his neck and asked cautiously: "Uncle, what should we do now?"

"Go--" Li Youzhong roared.

When he went downstairs, the young man was relieved. He turned his head and looked at the building behind him, "Uncle, don't you just forget it?"

Without ferrets, what did his Li family use to gain a foothold in the medical world.

How can it be--

Li Youzhong's eyes were pierced, that ferret is a matter of his life and death, how could he let it go.

His brain turned quickly, and he almost blurted out: "Let's go find Mr. Zhang."

He was messed up by Song Fengchen's words just now. Looking back now, the Li family has been operating in the capital for so many years, and he has seen a lot of juniors in the ranks of leading cadres and above. Song Fengchen's face really doesn't have any impression on him.

Thinking about it this way, Song Fengchen is either bluffing and intimidating them; or he is the junior of the old cadres who have been rehabilitated in the past few months. The vast majority of people in China are just taking on idle jobs and waiting for retirement.

Regardless of the type, with the help of Mr. Zhang, in the face of absolute power, he did not believe that Song Fengchen would dare not return the ferret to him!

"Uncle, you forgot, Mr. Zhang is ill and invited you to see a doctor a few days ago." The young man reminded.

Li Youzhong became stiff, and he really forgot about it.

He gritted his teeth: "It's okay, the big deal is just to get him cured."

What?

The young man scratched his head. When Li Youzhong went to see Mr. Zhang a few days ago, didn't he still say that Mr. Zhang was already very ill and he was too sick to recover?

"Go, go home first to get the medicine." Li Youzhong's eyes flickered, and the matter was over, he had no choice. And now he can only pray that Song Fengchen is only investigating his secrets, and has no plans to be nosy in a short time.

As soon as Li Youzhong walked on the front foot, Cheng Hanfei arrived on the back foot.

"I haven't seen him for a few days, Mr. Cheng's style remains the same." Song Fengchen poured a cup of coffee for Cheng Hanfei.

"Mr. Song is polite." Cheng Hanfei took a sip of coffee.

"I wonder if Mr. Cheng has anything to do with him." Song Fengchen was straightforward.

Cheng Hanfei put down the cup in his hand and pointed to the three gift boxes he brought: "I'm here as a gift for Mr. Song."

He pointed to the gift box on the far left: "Mr. Ding asked me to forward this to you, saying it is a thank you gift."

What's in the carton is 20,000 yuan.

Ding Sijing came from the Hong Kong market. The British pound and the US dollar are commonly used over there, and there are not many RMB on hand. Because of the rush, he begged Cheng Han Fei to come.

After finishing speaking, Cheng Hanfei pointed to the box in the middle and said with a smile: “I didn’t say before that if Mr. Song can help solve the Ding’s affairs, I will give it a good gift. Here, I’m doing this. The promise has come."

"Mr. Cheng is polite." Song Fengchen's gaze immediately fell on the gift box on the far right.

"As for this," Cheng Hanfei said sternly, "I have one more thing here. I want to ask Mr. Song for a favor."

"How do you say?" Song Fengchen was in a good mood.

"An elder in my family was ill some time ago and was very seriously ill. The doctors who came in said that he was dead and could not live for a few days. As you know, the general election is about to be held, and his family is now relying on him. Hold it by yourself, if he is gone, and people go to the cold, the younger generations of his family who could have been able to make further progress in this general election will be pulled down immediately."

"Because of this, he thought of using ginseng to hang his life. Four days ago, his junior did everything possible to get a 3,000-year-old wild ginseng. Unexpectedly, the old man could get out of bed on the spot after taking a piece of it. Move around."

"His family only thought that he was going back to the light, and almost didn't cry to death. It turned out that as long as the old man was holding the ginseng film, although his body was a little weaker, he was similar to ordinary people in other aspects, and it didn't seem to be dying at all. Looks like. But once he left the film, after a while, he was paralyzed again."

"When did ginseng have such a great effect?" Cheng Hanfei said: "This makes us a little bit suspicious, whether the old man is really sick, or is being tricked by someone."

"It's a bit weird indeed." Song Fengchen nodded: "Okay, I'll go with you. By the way, who is it?"

"Elder Zhang Bingjun."