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- Update time: 2012-08-24
"You just came." Hu Dong had already arrived.
"Well, let's go in first." Yang Zongbao asked Rigui to park the car, and he went in with Erbao and Hu Dong.
Unexpectedly, as soon as Erbao landed, he walked to the front and gave the doorman a small tip when passing by. Yang Zongbao was confused, where did this kid find the money?
"Where did you pick this kid up? Is he so arrogant?" Hu Dong asked hurriedly after seeing Er Bao's demeanor.
¡°It came out of a dog hole.¡± Yang Zongbao gave a puzzling answer.
"Dog hole?" Hu Dong realized that he had fallen a lot behind and hurriedly followed.
Before Yang Zongbao could say anything, Erbao Ren Xiaogui Da ordered a large box.
Furama¡¯s large box is extremely luxurious, with gold powder sprayed on the walls and splendor everywhere. Arty ceramic antiques are placed haphazardly. However, a huge Buddha character behind the sofa was incompatible with the decoration of the entire private room.
Yang Zongbao was attracted by this word as soon as he entered the door.
"It's very powerful, isn't it." Hu Dong is not completely a layman about these things. He can still feel the power and emotion of words, the shock to people's hearts and other things that cannot be expressed in words.
"I have never been to this room." Erbao frowned, obviously very dissatisfied.
"Now that you've come, let's make peace with it." Yang Zongbao turned around and sat on the sofa.
Erbao and Hu Dong also sat down. But after a while things went wrong, and no one came in to greet them. Erbao couldn't help but lose his temper.
"What's going on? You can't consume food here anymore?"
At this moment, the princesses finally appeared and pushed the door open.
The two plump, hip-waisted princesses knelt down across the coffee table with tea in their hands. Perform kneeling service to Yang Zongbao and others.
"What do you need?"
Yang Zongbao narrowed his eyes, thought for a while and said, "Give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles."
"Huh?" One of the princesses was about to speak, but was stopped by another: "Wait a moment."
After the two princesses went out, Hu Dong said, "What's going on? What riddles are you trying to play?"
Yang Zongbao asked: "How long has it been since Rigui parked his car?"
"It's been ten minutes since we came in." Hu Dong said without knowing why.
"Oh." Yang Zongbao responded.
The Yangchun noodles were quickly served. Yang Zongbao picked at it with chopsticks. The noodles were freshly rolled and evenly pressed. I took a bite and found that it was quite delicious.
"Is it delicious?" Erbao asked.
"It's not bad." Yang Zongbao ate big mouthfuls. Erbao swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but call for a bowl. Hu Dong ordered a bottle of foreign wine and appetizers.
"I said, what are you doing here? Eating Yangchun noodles in Fulihua?" Hu Dong felt that this big and small brain was abnormal.
Fortunately, the door was soon pushed open again. The scene that appeared in front of him seemed absurd even to a calm man like Yang Zongbao.
A young man in his 20s dressed in monk robes came in with the two princesses.
"Amitabha." Before the man opened his mouth, he recited the Buddha's name.
Yang Zongbao stood up and returned the courtesy.
"Please sit down, please use it." The monk easily let the two princesses bring the things Erbao and the others ordered to the coffee table, while he sat on the side. One princess sat in the monk's words, and the other sat next to Hu Dong.
The monk played with the princess's softness with one hand and raised the wine glass with the other: "Yang Zongbao, I respect you."
Yang Zongbao also raised a wine glass, clinked it, and then put it down: "Sorry, I don't drink."
The monk raised his neck and drank it in one gulp and said, "Whatever you want."
"Are you a monk or not?" Erbao held his own big bowl with blue edges, slurping noodles and spitting with difficulty: "A monk still drinks? Do you really think you are a fair-weather monk?"
"The wine and meat pass through the intestines, and the Buddha remains in his heart." The monk poured another glass of wine. Then he spit out a breath of wine on the face of the princess in his arms. The latter twisted his hips on the monk's lap in dissatisfaction. Yang Zongbao suspected that the frequency was enough for some electric products.
"Did you write the Buddhist characters at the back?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Yes, what do you think of the writing?" The monk proudly leaned on the sofa behind him.
"You didn't write it. You don't have such a big character." Yang Zongbao said with certainty.
"You can see clearly, this is written by my master."
Hearing this, Yang Zongbao immediately thought of the last time he was in the temple.The dead tree monk I met.
"Are you related to the manager?" Yang Zongbao asked tentatively.
"Others say you are difficult to deal with, but I didn't expect that your brain is really good. You can relate to trivial matters as big as sesame seeds and mung beans. Yes, the manager is my senior brother. It is said that you have been causing trouble for him recently." Monk When he said this, he didn't look like a monk at all.
"Well, it's a bit unpleasant." Yang Zongbao admitted generously.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. The woman in the monk's arms was suddenly pushed away. Yang Zongbao felt a burning gaze shining on his forehead and smoking.
"Don't play monster with me. You are a monk, not a eunuch. There is no need to be neither male nor female." I don't know what Yang Zongbao was thinking. He spoke as if he had eaten a cannonball, fast and choked.
The monk stared at Yang Zongbao for a while, then suddenly laughed: "My senior brother, ugly people often do mischief and like to meddle in other people's business, but there are not many people who can make him suffer. It is said that you slashed his face severely this time, which is rare." Ah." The monk's tense muscles relaxed, and the woman who was pushed away sat on his lap again and continued to be sticky.
¡°Stop pretending to be a pervert in front of me, I¡¯m not used to it.¡±
Hu Dong gasped. Even a fool could see just now that it was the scene of the fair-weather monk. Finally, the monk gave Yang Zong a step to step down, and the atmosphere eased for a while. Unexpectedly, the kid continued the verbal war even further. If this made the monk angry, they would be given a drink at the Furama Palace.
"What did you say?" As expected of Hu Dong, the monk couldn't stand still.
"I didn't say anything. I said I would go to the White Buddha Temple sometime and chat with the old monk." Yang Zongbao said nonsense.
"Do you know who the old monk is?" The monk was a little surprised.
"Nonsense. There is only one person in the world who can make that bitch in charge treat him so respectfully." Yang Zongbao said that these were also tests, and he was making up his words step by step. In fact, I had already guessed about the identity of the old monk, but I never had the chance to confirm it. Now that someone has thrown themselves into a trap, of course I have to take advantage of it. If it weren't for that person, I would have ended up like the Japanese ghost by repeatedly going against the manager.
"Haha, that's right. Forget it, since you are here today, you can have fun, all purchases are free of charge." The monk was very generous, and then suddenly said mysteriously: "Would you like some candies to stimulate the excitement?"
"No need. Erbao, order food." Yang Zongbao held the concept of why not take advantage of it, and let Erbao order whatever was expensive.
Even though Erbao is a little kid, he doesn¡¯t show any mercy. He ordered a whole tea table in one breath. The two men's rogue behavior made Monk Hua, the boss, feel a little regretful.
¡°There¡¯s so much to eat on the table. Why don¡¯t we let the people in the hospital have a good time?¡± Hu Dong also bared his teeth, regretting following the unreliable Yang Zongbao out.
"Well, I'll make a call." Yang Zongbao dialed Dean Chen's phone number in front of everyone: "Hello, Dean Chen, thank you for this. I opened a private room at Furama. Come and have some fun.¡±
Monk Hua finally saw in Yang Zongbao the common denominator in his master's essential characteristics - rogue.
Dean Chen is also fast. Furama is one of the best restaurants in Zatoichi, with exquisite decoration and exquisite food The most important thing is that you can find women and men of all shapes, types, and education levels here. Available in all price ranges. Therefore, Furama is famous because of its diversification, but also because of its high price. The general consumption standard is twice that of ordinary **.
So when Dean Chen walked into the box with a new employee from the medical and education department of the hospital, he was particularly satisfied. Because Yang Zongbao gave himself too much face. A man's face is sometimes measured by money.
"Xiao Yang, why are you so embarrassed? You spend too much money." Dean Chen greeted Yang Zongbao politely as soon as he entered the door.
"It's okay. Dean Chen has helped me so much, right? Why don't you find a few people to play with? Just call me."
The girl sitting on Monk Hua¡¯s lap reacted quickly and immediately pulled out a roster from under the coffee table and handed it to Dean Chen.
Dean Chen said no need to use it, but the roster was already opened.
Yang Zongbao took the opportunity to take Hu Dong outside to find a quiet place to smoke.
"Your throat is not dry after smoking this cigarette." Hu Dong took the cigarette from Yang Zongbao and put it under his nose and took a deep breath.
"It's good, but it's a pity that there is only the last pack left." These cigarettes were bought by Baoguo. Now, due to his relationship with Baoguo, Yang Zongbao only has this last pack of cigarettes left, and has no successors.
"Why did you ask me to come out?" Hu Dong also saidYou are a fool. You are bored tonight. You know Yang Zongbao has something to say.
"I'll dig you." Yang Zongbao said half-jokingly.
"Poach me?" Hu Dong pointed at himself, thinking he heard wrongly.
"Not now, but wait for me for a few years. It's up to you to raise the issue of remuneration."
Hu Dong didn¡¯t look like Yang Zongbao was joking, but he couldn¡¯t make up his mind because it was so sudden: ¡°Let¡¯s talk here?¡±
"Well, let's just talk about it when we find time. If you don't want to, forget it."
"Are you telling the truth?" Hu Dong still didn't think Yang Zongbao was talking about serious matters: "Which hospital?"
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t answer and looked straight at Hu Dong.
"Oh my God." Hu Dong slapped his forehead: "Private hospital? No way. You know if you build a private hospital in China, it might just be an infertility clinic. It won't make big waves. Besides, domestic hospitals The medical environment is not good. You cannot approve many documents. In addition, this is not an ordinary expense issue. Most hospitals in the country now rely on financial funding, otherwise they will go bankrupt. It¡¯s a bottomless pit to open a private hospital.¡±
"Well, I've thought about it." Yang Zongbao's answer made Hu Dong choke for a while: "Can't we just create a miracle?"
Hu Dong would have thought it was fart from anyone else, but when it came from Yang Zongbao, he couldn't find any reason to refute it. Although Yang Zongbao doesn't talk much, he always keeps his word and never fails to make an appointment. Hu Dong's heart beat rapidly: "Why are you looking for me?"
"My major surgery department is short of a director."
"Major surgery?" With a very attractive name, Hu Dong seemed to have the same aspirational feeling he had when he was young and just left school: "How big is the hospital?" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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