nucmednet Chapter 1071 1 cent 1 pound
Chapter 1071 1 cent 1 pound
Chapter 1071 One Cent Per Pound
Ye Changqing saw Shen Huacheng holding a few pages of printed documents and waved: "The results are out, right? Bring them here and let me see them."
Shen Huacheng was in a complicated mood. He wanted to leave quickly, but he always felt reluctant to leave like this.
He felt guilty for knowing that Ye Changqing was selling garlic stems that were like chronic poison, but he said nothing and let them flow into the market.
Just as he was thinking about something, Ye Changqing urged him again: "Hurry up!"
Shen Huacheng frowned, slowly walked to one meter away from Ye Changqing, and handed it to Ye Changqing.
He felt a fear of Ye Changqing. It was obvious that at this distance, he could not hand the document to Ye Changqing, but he did not dare to take another step forward.
Ye Changqing glanced at Shen Huacheng. It was the first time he saw someone handing something to someone from such a distance, so he had no choice but to take a step forward, reach out to take the document, and take a look at it.
There were huge waves in my heart.
I knew that the garlic had been soaked in medicine and there was a problem, but I didn't expect the problem to be so serious.
Beside him, Xia Macheng stretched his neck, looked at the data and results, and said to Ye Changqing in an almost pleading tone: "Don't... sell it, these things... are simply chronic poisons, and ordinary people can't eat them.
My child died in this way, and I cannot bear to see this tragedy happen to other children."
When Shen Huacheng heard Xia Macheng say that, he couldn't help but chime in: "That's right, it can't be sold."
Ye Changqing glanced at Shen Huacheng in surprise. Shen Huacheng's eyes met Ye Changqing's, and he was frightened and panicked: "Sorry, just pretend I didn't say anything. The test results are out, can we check out now?"
Ye Changqing shook the pages in his hand and said, "Print me 10,000 copies like this."
what?
Shen Huacheng was stunned for a moment, then realized that Ye Changqing didn't want to pay and deliberately made unreasonable demands. He cursed in his heart, but said politely: "I'm sorry, there is not much paper in my printer. If you want to print, please go to the typing and copying department.
I don't want this money, I just want to make a friend.
I go first! "
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Ye Changqing said coldly: "Stop!"
Shen Huacheng had just taken a step when he heard this. His heart skipped a beat and he slowly turned around. "I wonder if you have any other instructions?" Ye Changqing said coldly, "Since there's not enough paper in the printer, just print as much as you can."
Shen Huacheng wanted to find a reason to refuse, but he didn't have the courage. "Okay, I'll print it for you. I'll start printing now."
Several ambulances entered the yard, and doctors were busy bandaging the injured. The large yard was like a battlefield logistics department, with screams, gauze, doctors, and wounded people - all the major elements were present.
After simple bandaging, they were taken to the hospital in batches.
In the end, the only wounded man left in the yard was Crazy Tang.
His knee was broken and one of his legs could not touch the ground, so he could only sit on the desk. The doctor gave him a simple fixation and hung a pain-relieving stick on him.
The pain in my legs was already very mild, a dull ache that was bearable.
There were six or seven men serving nearby who did not do anything.
He kept his eyes on the gate, waiting for his brother-in-law to appear.
The sun had risen. He looked at his watch and it was already eight o'clock, but his brother-in-law had not come yet. He complained to his brother-in-law in his heart, but it was just a complaint.
If he hadn't asked his wife to say he was dead, he would have called personally.
Just when he was getting anxious, two cars drove in at the gate.
One is a red sports car and the other is a four-wheel drive off-road vehicle.
He saw his brother-in-law's car, waved his hands and shouted, "Brother-in-law, I'm here."
The sports car drove up to the table, braked suddenly, and the door opened. Wang Shimo stepped out of the car, took out a pack of cigarettes, took out one, lit it, and glanced at Tang Fengzi's leg while smoking. He said calmly, "It's bandaged like this. Is it broken?"
He spoke calmly, as if asking a friend if his pants were a little dirty. Crazy Tang cried, "Brother-in-law, my leg is broken. I told you I'm your brother-in-law. Please don't hurt me for your sake. People will get even more ruthless when they hear your name."
He knew that his brother-in-law didn't care about him that much, so he changed his words.
He hoped to provoke his brother-in-law's anger and attack Ye Changqing.
Wang Shimo raised his eyebrows: "You don't give me face, you must be from outside."
Crazy Tang pointed at Ye Changqing in the distance and said, "He knows you, but he just doesn't give you face."
Wang Shimo glanced at Crazy Tang calmly and asked in a cold voice, "Why is he here?"
Seeing his brother-in-law so calm, Crazy Tang knew that his efforts were in vain, so he had to answer honestly: "He... I don't know why he came here.
I was not present at the specific process of the incident.”
Wang Shimo snorted coldly: "You useless thing, if it weren't for your sister, I would have broken your legs."
Wang Shimo looked embarrassed: "Brother-in-law...I~~"
Wang Shimo said coldly: "Shut up, no matter if he is coming for the Wang family or not, I will not let him go."
As he spoke, he waved at the SUV.
The SUV door opened and a man in his forties got out. He was about 1.8 meters tall, had short hair and an unshaven beard.
The men were dressed simply, in short sleeves, shorts and slippers.
But his feet are different from those of ordinary people.
The exposed toes are covered with yellow calluses.
The man walked up to Wang Shimo and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
Wang Shimo smiled and said, "Uncle Wei, I'd like to ask you for help."
Uncle Wei frowned and said, "You know my rules. If you are not a martial artist, I won't take action. If your safety is not endangered, I won't take action."
Wang Shimo smiled and said, "Uncle Wei, that man defeated more than twenty people and escaped unscathed. He is definitely a martial artist."
Crazy Tang knew this Uncle Wei. He heard that he had a mysterious origin, terrifying skills, and a very high status in the Wang family. Even Wang Shimo treated him with respect.
If he took action, Ye Changqing would be dead.
He decided to add a handful of firewood: “Uncle Wei, I took out my gun, but before I could shoot, he knocked me down.
He is faster than a gun and his strength is terrifying."
No time to shoot?
When Uncle Wei heard this, his eyes gleamed, he turned around and looked around, then asked Crazy Tang: "Which one are you talking about?
Can’t you see?”
As a martial artist, he could usually tell when he saw one, because martial artists were physically stronger than the average person, and their stance, body shape, and temperament were all different from those of ordinary people.
But when he looked at those people, they seemed to be ordinary people.
Crazy Tang pointed at Ye Changqing: "That's the one wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, at the southernmost position."
Uncle Wei looked at Ye Changqing for a long time, but he still couldn't see the characteristics of a martial artist. He said, "It would be better if you tell the truth. I will go and meet him!"