Reinventing the Millennium.

Chapter 31
Fang Zhuo was completely unable to speculate on the meaning behind the newspaper, nor could he take risks to contact Boss Liu Bo Liu at such a time.

He can only push the company forward as much as possible.

Then, he went to the hospital to express his affection to his relatives one by one.

"Uncle, I thought you were very handsome since I was a child, and I admired you very much later."

"Auntie, I have been kissing you since I was a child, and Qiqi is just like my own sister."

"Sister, get well soon. I'll change you a sister-in-law later."

Fang Zhuo babbled, and when he turned around to take his own mother to the station, he was a little speechless.

"Xiao Zhuo, you have grown up, and you are about to graduate and start your own business. You must do more and talk less, and listen more to your teachers and friends. This year is not going well for our family, so you have to hold on."

"Your uncle's family is only Qiqi, and your father and I are your son. We are not two families since we were young. This time we need to raise money for Qiqi's treatment. I hope you don't blame mom."

"You are relatively familiar in Luzhou, so you should go to the hospital to take care of your sister."

"Alas, your grandfather used to be in the brigade, and we were also thinking of responding to the policy call. We would have wanted one more if we knew it earlier."

Zhao Shumei spoke to her son while the train did not start.

Fang Zhuo's nose was sore, but... some things still have to be self-reliant, just rely on the mouth to eat, talk more...

"Mom, it's not too late for you and my dad to give birth to a sister for me." Fang Zhuo burst into tears.

"Pooh!"

Zhao Shumei boarded the bus, waved goodbye to her son, and went home to raise money worried.

Fang Zhuo wandered around the station by himself for a long time, until someone wanted to drag him to find a girl and he hurriedly left, hey, don't look at my bald head, I'm not a good person.

It takes time to register a company, time to contact the media, and time to build a website.

Everything has to develop in gestation.

When his uncle Zhao Yiqiang also returned to his hometown, Fang Zhuo took out 1 yuan to his aunt Xu Ru after seeing him off, and asked her to put it in her sister's hospital account.

emmm, how do you say it?

Aunt Xu Ru is a relatively simple person, and she doesn't know much about the provincial capital. The money is said to have been taken by another hospital. As for the other family members, they can only listen to news on the phone anyway.

After nearly a week of this, there were no new thank you letters in the newspapers. Instead, Fang Zhuo found the news that had been published before. According to the "Wan Provincial Daily", the asset work of the Red Star Xuan Paper Factory was successfully resolved.

The report also includes a group photo of city leaders with Chen Shuhu, general manager of Anhui Credit Investment, and Liu Bo, a farmer and entrepreneur.

The time point of this report is earlier than "Thanks to Brother Wan", that is to say, Liu Bo's purchase of the land is indeed a certainty.

Fang Zhuo confirmed a piece of news that was not very useful, and he could only pray that Boss Liu would be more patient. He has no way to know when the government's land use plan will come out. He just remembers clearly that the land will appreciate in value in the next year or two .

Non-famous farmer entrepreneurs should be able to survive until then, right?Even if there is a financial problem, selling purple clay teapots can always save an emergency.

"Lao Fang, how's your business going? Basically, I haven't seen you. You're treating the dormitory as a hotel."

In the dormitory, Lin Cheng came back from the classroom temporarily during the day and accidentally found his roommate who was erratic.

"Well, I have a lot of business and I'm very busy." Fang Zhuo asked perfunctorily, "How is your review?"

"Signed up for a remedial class... sigh, I have to work hard." Lin Cheng sighed.

Fang Zhuo stood by the locked cabinet and nodded, encouraging: "Come on."

Lin Cheng walked around Fang Zhuo with the book in his arms, casually talking about the news on the campus without taking his eyes off his friends.

Fang Zhuo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He came back during the day to get a wad of money. How could he get the money?

"Lao Lin, speak up, I see something on your face."

"Ah? Is it so obvious?" Lin Cheng put down the book hesitantly, and said, "Lao Fang, it is quite expensive to enroll in remedial classes. Well, can I run errands for you and earn some living expenses?"

Fang Zhuo was stunned for a moment. He didn't actually run this job in the past few days, but just used it as a pretext to slowly pay for medical expenses.

"Okay, it's actually not difficult, um, just come with me after lunch in the cafeteria."

He thought for a while, then continued: "Well, you have to make money quickly. According to my experience, there are quite a few customers around noon. In this way, you can go to the cafeteria to get two lunch boxes, and we will take them to the hospital to eat."

Lin Cheng repeatedly agreed, and happily put down the book and went to the cafeteria to grab a meal.

Fang Zhuo took the opportunity to touch a stack of money and put it in his bag before locking the cabinet again, and Shi Shiran walked to the cafeteria.

This morning, I have been looking for a suitable rental location, and I will take Lin Cheng to experience life in the afternoon. Quan should take a break. Tomorrow, I will go to Yu Hong's house, where the company's partners will meet.

At 12:[-] noon, Fang Zhuo and Lin Cheng were sitting on the steps outside the medical technology building, eating a cold box lunch.

"Fuck, aren't we stupid! The hospital is full of food sellers! Why should we buy school ones and bring them here! I'm speechless!" Lin Cheng complained about the IQs of the two.

"Well, I forgot." Fang Zhuo said calmly after eating one bite at a time.

Lin Cheng was a little depressed, but was quickly washed away by the freshness and tension.

"Lao Fang, Lao Fang, how do you start a business? How do you make people trust you? How do you think people need it or not?"

"Wait to the pathology department on the third floor. We are waiting outside the corridor. Generally, people who arrive there need to get a report." Fang Zhuo explained in detail, "There are different types of reports in the pathology department, and the routine pathological diagnosis is about three. It can be obtained in four days, and the immunohistochemistry that cannot be done by the city and county hospitals below takes almost a week."

Lin Cheng thought about it and said, "Can't the city and county do it? It will take another week? Isn't this one easy to win?"

Fang Zhuo snapped his fingers: "That's right."

He paused, then added: "Oh yes, the pathology department also has an autopsy report, which is usually not given to us."

Lin Cheng's goosebumps rose, and he stammered and asked, "Why is there still an autopsy?"

"I didn't know that before, until I met a big brother..." Fang Zhuo narrowed his eyes, "That big brother is a little grumpy."

"Will I be beaten?" Lin Cheng asked worriedly.

"Don't hit the smiling face." Fang Zhuo imparted his experience, "You do this with the mentality that I'm helping you solve your problems, hey, basically you just need to have a mouth."

Lin Cheng put away his good friend's finished lunch and threw it into the trash can, and said confidently, "Okay, I have a mouth."

Immediately, he whispered again: "You give me a demonstration first, okay?"

Fang Zhuo agreed cheerfully: "Okay, you come with me, and then you can try it yourself."

Lin Cheng's eyes were full of thanks.

At one o'clock in the afternoon, as the meal time passed, family members of patients gradually came from outside the pathology department. Fang Zhuo took Lin Cheng to inquire about his intentions, show his credentials, register information, and collect fees.

After winning four clients in this way, Fang Zhuo let Lin Cheng do it.

From 01:30 to two o'clock, Lin Cheng flew around in front of the flowers like a hardworking bee.

However, the bee did not harvest results.

He found Fang Zhuo, who was sitting on the steps, and asked in frustration, "Old Fang, why don't those people believe me? Obviously when we're together, it's okay? They can't look at their faces, right?"

Fang Zhuo was a little surprised by this. He asked his friend about the operation and found that there was no problem.

This... Maybe, people's mouths are different?
His mouth matched his handsome face perfectly, while Lao Lin's mouth was just an ordinary member of the facial features.

(End of this chapter)