: Eight hundred and seventy-six gloomy house

: Eight hundred and seventy-six gloomy house

Zhao Guangxiu followed the driver into the house. The house was brightly lit, but it was not an electric light, but an oil lamp. The four corners were filled with oil lamps.

It's just that the cold air rushed towards his face, Zhao Guangxiu shuddered, subconsciously tightening his neck, and scolded his mother secretly.

This old monster is too stingy, right? It's okay if the street lights are not installed, but can't there be a stove in this house?

It can freeze people into ice balls!

Zhao Guangxiu sneezed loudly, took out his handkerchief and wiped the frozen nose water. At this time, he felt that something was wrong. Why is it colder in this room than outside?

The air-conditioning swishes into the coat, it's colder than the cold days, what's going on?

"Director Mao, why is your room so cold? Something's wrong!" Zhao Guangxiu apologized with a smile.

"There's nothing wrong, I put ice cubes in the room."

A high-pitched voice sounded, and a sturdy man came out of the back room. The man had a beard, his nose and mouth were covered, only a pair of gloomy eyes showed, and his real age could not be seen.

Zhao Guangxiu seemed to be very jealous of this man, and bent over subconsciously, the smile on his face was even more flattering: "Director Mao, your health is really good, you have to rely on ice to make fire in the winter, it's amazing!"

The driver, who was sticking like a stick at the door, rolled his eyes with a look of disdain!

Director Mao had no expression on his face. Of course, even if he had an expression, he was blocked by his beard. He glanced at Zhao Guangxiu lightly, and said softly, "Come with me."

"Okay, Director Mao, just tell me if you have something to do. Let me tell you that our Changsheng Pills are getting more and more popular, and the supply is in short supply. It's a pity that our raw materials are too few. That's great!"

In fact, Zhao Guangxiu had been looking for Director Mao for a long time, and wanted him to provide more materials. Watching a lot of money slip through his fingers, his heart hurts more than a knife!

It's a pity that this old monster is not willing to provide more materials at all, and it has been less and less in the past two years, how can he not be in a hurry?

He can get along well in Kyoto, but it's all thanks to this Changshengwan!

Director Mao turned to look at Zhao Guangxiu, the coldness in his eyes made Zhao Guangxiu stop chattering unconsciously, but thinking of the lost money, he dared to say: "A lot of money is gone, it's really a pity! "

"Price increase!" Director Mao said coldly.

Zhao Guangxiu was embarrassed and defended: "I have already raised the price several times. If the price rises again, those people will probably make trouble. Director Ning, we just need to make more pills."

"Okay, do it if you want!"

Zhao Guangxiu was overjoyed. The old monster could be considered to have let go. He held back his joy and asked, "When will the materials be given to me? The customers over there are all waiting. I have to hurry up and make a batch."

Director Mao's beard moved, and the ecstasy on Zhao Guangxiu's face suddenly froze. He had been dealing with this old monster for more than ten years, and at a glance, he knew that this guy was not smiling, but sneering.

"Don't you have the materials readily available at home? Where do you need me to find them?"

Director Mao's voice was very soft, in stark contrast to his rough appearance, like a breeze on the seashore, but when Zhao Guangxiu heard it, he only thought it was a tornado, or a tornado with an ice knife, and stabbed him. The heart was cold, and the blood was frozen.

Zhao Guangxiu stretched her neck hard, trying to make herself feel better, but her neck was frozen, it was really frozen, the temperature in the inner room was lower than that in the outer room, and the white breath she exhaled turned white frost on her face.

But his heart was colder than his face, because Director Mao said just now that his daughter-in-law had just given birth to a white and plump grandson. Holding the eldest grandson, if you don't hold it for a day, your heart will be empty.

"Director Mao is right. We are such a good medicine, it's so cheap to sell it for so little, so we have to raise the price. I'll raise the price tomorrow, what is rare is more expensive!"

Zhao Guangxiu stretched his frozen face and stammered, looking at the evil star who could be in charge of the life and death of his family in a pleasing and begging way. There was a long table covered with a thick blanket, and there were several large basins beside the table. The basins were full of crystal ice cubes, hissing white gas.

"I asked you to come here to see someone, come here!"

Director Mao beckoned to Zhao Guangxiu, Zhao Guangxiu's heart dangling in his throat only then fell. The fact that the old monster no longer mentioned the pills means that this matter is over, alas!

In the future, I won't dare to say another word if I beat him to death!

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger. Accompanying this old monster is even more frightening than accompanying a tiger. Zhao Guangxiu regretted being on this pirate ship more than once.

But if the time went back twelve years and let him choose again, Zhao Guangxiu would still choose to get on the pirate ship, just because he couldn't resist the benefits of this pirate ship, and because he was a thief. thief!

Zhao Guangxiu trotted to Director Ning's side, licked his face and smiled, "Where is the person? What's wrong?"

Director Mao lifted the blanket on the table pointed at the person lying on the table and said, "Did you see it?"

Zhao Guangxiu leaned up and looked at the person on the table. When he saw the person's face clearly, he couldn't help being stunned, and subconsciously asked, "What's wrong with Team Leader Yan?"

After asking him, he also realized that something was wrong. Although his medical skills were not very good, he could still see the living and the dead. Yan Jiu on the table was obviously dead!

No wonder there are so many ice cubes in the house!

"Look at how Ah Jiu died!" Director Mao said.

"Yes, I'll take a look."

Zhao Guangxiu complied and took a few steps closer. Yan Jiu on the table was naked and pale, looking gloomy under the flickering light. Zhao Guangxiu was naturally not afraid. If the doctor was afraid of even the dead , that is really not even a quack doctor.

Yan Jiu's face was terribly distorted, it looked very painful, and there were still stitched wounds on her body. Zhao Guangxiu's eyes were really unattractive. Ask the medical examiner to sew a bow for you?

Zhao Guangxiu reopened the wound and checked it carefully. Director Mao was always watching, turning a blind eye to the tumbling internal organs. After a long time, Zhao Guangxiu stopped the inspection, took off his gloves, and said to Director Ning: "Myocardium Infarction, Team Leader Yan died of myocardial infarction."

"Are you sure it's a myocardial infarction? Isn't it poisoning to death?" Director Ning's voice rose a little, sounding a bit harsh.

Zhao Guangxiu shrank his neck and affirmed again: "It won't be poisoning. Team Leader Yan has no symptoms of poisoning at all. Director Mao, please mourn and change!" Mobile users, please visit m..read for a better reading experience.