Under, Chinese medicine flavin

Chapter 201
After hanging up Minister Noda's phone, there was a knock on the door of the room.

Fujiwara Jiro walked to the door, opened the door, and saw Inoue and Tamura standing at the door.

"Inoue-kun, Tamura-kun, you are here, come in!"

Saying that, Jiro Fujiwara turned sideways and let Inoue and Tamura enter his room.

Fujiwara Jiro sat struttingly on the sofa.

Inoue and Tamura stood in front of Fujiwara Jiro and bowed: "Senior Fujiwara!"

Seeing the two respect him so respectfully, Fujiwara Jiro showed a smug smile on his mouth. What he enjoyed most was the respect and obedience of his subordinates to him.

There is an idiom that can fully describe this kind of person, that is, bullying.

Fujiwara Jiro pointed at the sofa with his superior and said, "Inoue-kun, Tamura-kun! What are you doing?"

Inoue and Tamura sat opposite Fujiwara Jiro, with their hands on their thighs, their waists sitting upright.

Both of them know the bad taste of their section chiefs. He likes the respectful behavior of his subordinates. If you do something that makes him dissatisfied, he will be reprimanded by him.

Looking at Inoue and Murata in front of him, the corners of Fujiwara Jiro's mouth twitched slightly, showing a smug smile: "In the research group, are all the Chinese people you bought in contact with?"

After bowing his head slightly, Inoue asked: "Senior, you don't need to meet these Chinese people in person, it would be better for us to convey anything to you. If these people reveal anything, it can also reduce your suspicion and exposure. risk."

The reason why Inoue and Murata can follow Fujiwara Jiro to Prairie City is because they are the leaders of two research groups in Prairie City to buy volunteers.

Fujiwara Jiro said arrogantly: "Since I have entered the inpatient unit of the Chinese research group, I believe that as long as I implement the plan I made, I will get the Chinese prescription soon. I naturally need the cooperation of these Chinese people, so I'm going to meet these Chinese people in person. And I'm going to learn something from these Chinese people in person."

Inoue hurriedly nodded and bowed again: "It's me who didn't think about it carefully, congratulations again to the section head for the success of the plan."

Seeing Inoue's submissive appearance and a very good attitude of admitting his mistakes, Fujiwara Jiro showed a smug smile again on the corner of his mouth, and dismissed the idea of ​​reprimanding Inoue.

Fujiwara Jiro turned his head to look at Tamura and said, "I want to invite the Chinese to dinner, have you told them?"

Tamura said, "Senior, we have already notified you!"

Fujiwara Jiro looked at the watch on his wrist and said, "Okay, it's almost time, let's go to dinner now!"

Fujiwara Jiro walked out of the room, and Inoue and Tamura followed closely behind him.

This is also a hobby of Fujiwara Jiro, who likes to be courteous to others.

The three walked out of the hotel, got into the parked car, and drove away from the hotel.

This car was provided by Zhao Shangjun to Fujiwara Jiro to facilitate their travel.

Just after the three Fujiwara Jiro drove away, a van quietly followed behind.

In the van, Zhang Yuan held the steering wheel with both hands, as if his body was about to lie on the steering wheel, and his eyes were fixed on the car of Fujiwara Jiro in front of him.

Wei Lai, who was sitting in the co-pilot, saw Zhang Yuan nervously, and asked anxiously, "I said Zhang Yuan, can you do it? Don't lose it."

Zhang Yuan's eyes were still fixed on the car in front of him, and he said unforgivingly: "If I can't do it, you can drive!"

"If I can drive, I will use you!" Wei Lai looked at Zhang Yuan who was nervous and said, "Can you not be so nervous, you can easily lose people like this."

"Although I'm nervous to tell you, I'm obviously excited. I didn't expect to participate in the research group to engage in scientific research and catch up with spies. It's simply too exciting."

Zhang Yuan stubbornly refused to admit that he was nervous.

In this tense atmosphere, Zhang Yuan stumbled and followed Fujiwara Jiro's car.

Seeing Fujiwara Jiro's car parked in front of the grassland man, Zhang Yuan also stopped immediately.

Wei Lai hurriedly stopped and said, "You can't stop right now, it will be suspected. Drive forward a bit and come back."

After listening to Wei Lai's suggestion, Zhang Yan continued to drive forward for a while.

Wei Lai turned his head and stared at Fujiwara Jiro and his group as they walked into the Prairie Man Restaurant.

Enter the Prairie Man Restaurant.

"Senior, talk to these Chinese people. We don't want to come to such a high-end hotel. For the price of a meal here, it is estimated that these Chinese people may not be able to afford a year's salary. What good things have they seen? Stuff, why should we spend so much money."

Tamura, who was behind him, finally couldn't help the doubts in his heart, but his words were full of contempt for those people he bought.

Fujiwara Jiro said triumphantly, "Tamura-kun, you still need to feed the dog bones to watch the house. As for why I put the meeting place in the most upscale hotel in Prairie City, you will understand in a while."

Miss Yingbin saw the three people who had been talking in Japanese and greeted them nervously, with a professional smile on her face even though she was nervous.

After greeting Miss Yingbin in Japanese, she continued to ask in Chinese: "Several gentlemen, what help do you need?"

It was the first time I received a foreigner, and I could see the nervousness of Miss Yingbin.

Fujiwara Jiro didn't even look at Miss Yingbin, and said bluntly, "No need, we have already reserved a private room for 208."

As he said that, he walked past Miss Yingbin and walked directly upstairs.

Walking to the door of the 208 private room, Fujiwara Jiro took Inoue and Tamura and did not walk directly into the private room.

Through the crack of the door, Jiro Fujiwara pointed at the person inside, and said proudly: "Inoue-kun, Tamura-kun, that's why I put the meeting place in the highest-end restaurant in Prairie City."

Inoue and Tamura peeked inside following the crack of the door.

I saw that the seven inside were all fidgeting and cramped, looking at the golden satin spread on the dining table, they didn't know where to put their hands, and there was Mu Guojia in it.

Some people carefully touched the fabrics they had never seen before, and then quickly retracted their hands, for fear that they would wear out the tablecloth with such a touch.

Some people saw the gorgeous crystal chandelier on the ceiling and the gorgeous decorations around, and even the chairs were unsteady and kept twisting in the seats.

Everyone seemed to be Grandma Liu who entered the Grand View Garden for the first time.

When Tamura saw the scene inside, he also showed a look of contempt.

Afterwards, he looked at Fujiwara Jiro and softly flattered: "Senior, your wisdom is unmatched by any of us."

People who can be bought with money, in addition to character problems, they also have a common feature that they all live in poverty.

Fujiwara Jiro had to use money to domesticate these people so that he could be very obedient to his orders.

The three of them were tired of seeing the ugliness of everyone in the room.

Fujiwara Jiro was the first to push the door in.

Seeing that someone suddenly came in from the private room, all seven of them stood up awkwardly.

Seeing Inoue and Tamura behind Fujiwara Jiro, the seven greeted them together.

"Mr. Inoue!"

"Mr. Murata!"

To the seven people present, Inoue introduced in blunt Chinese: "This is Mr. Fujiwara!"

"Mr. Fujiwara, good!"

The seven people greeted each other crampedly, and their voices were not neat at all.

Fujiwara Jiro pretended to be a corporal of Lixian, lowered his hands and said, "Everyone here is our friends from the island nation, don't be polite, sit down! Hurry up!"

Having said that, Fujiwara Jiro sat directly in the top position.

After a long time, when the waiter brought the dishes, looking at the delicate dishes and many dishes that he had not seen much of, the chopsticks in the hands of the seven people stopped in the air, and they didn't know how to put them down.

Seeing the seven people who had never seen the world before, Fujiwara Jiro put on a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

In order to make this meeting more effective, Fujiwara Jiro specially ordered a lot of seafood that ordinary people from the grasslands can't see at all.

At the beginning of the century, when logistics and cold fresh technology were not perfect, seafood was really a luxury for many people.

Fujiwara Jiro put away his smile and pretended to be warmly entertaining: "This is seafood from the coast, but it's hard to see inland, come and come! Everyone eat as much as you like."

Saying that, Fujiwara Jiro took the lead in picking up an abalone and eating it.

The seven people saw that Fujiwara Jiro and the three had already started to eat, and they also followed suit.

After the seven people tasted the delicious dishes, there were only seven dry cooks on the table who were immersed in eating. They were desperately adding vegetables to their plates and chewing quickly in their mouths, for fear that they would eat less than others.

Don't expect any qualities from these people who repay their kindness and vengeance.

Fujiwara Jiro put down his chopsticks and slowly admired the seven people who were like mad dogs grabbing for food.

After a long time, the seven people were also full, and everyone was full of oil stains on their mouths, one by one burping.

Seeing that the seven people were full, Fujiwara Jiro asked, "Since everyone is full, we can talk about business now."

The seven full of food and drink nodded and bowed in unison: "Mr. Fujiwara, what is the matter, you can give your orders."

Fujiwara Jiro asked: "You have been in the research group for a long time, and you have not taken any action on what I want. Don't you want to earn a handsome reward?"

Although Fujiwara Jiro knew the reason why a few people were not behind, but since they were talking about things formally, he had to use questioning to put pressure on these people and tell them that he was already very dissatisfied with their incompetence.

Sure enough, Mu Guojia hurriedly came out and explained, "Mr. Fujiwara, it's not that we didn't do our best, it's that these doctors have done a good job of keeping secrets, and we can't get in touch with the formula you want at all."

Seeing that his pressure was effective, Fujiwara Jiro asked, "Have you found out how the drug residues in the hospital are handled?"

As expected, Fujiwara Jiro saw that the formula was so secret, and now it is the idea of ​​​​the slag.

Fujiwara Jiro glanced at the seven people at the dinner table, and saw that no one spoke.

Looking at the person opposite him, Fujiwara Jiro said, "Wu Yong-sang, tell me what's going on!"

For buying these, Fujiwara Jiro knew everyone's name and family situation well.

Wu Yong, who was on the opposite side, didn't expect that the person on the opposite side, who seemed to be led by Mr. Inoue, even knew his name, and couldn't help but be stunned for a while.

Wu Yong and Mu Guojia were both bought by Inoue Development, and Inoue was responsible for Huang Su's research group.

Wu Yong, who came back to his senses, stammered and said, "That... that... Mr. Fujiwara, these doctors are too strict, they don't let us get close to the Chinese pharmacy at all, every time the nurses bring the medicines over. ."

After listening to Fujiwara Jiro, his brows furrowed. It seems that it is not easy to complete this task.

Inoue and Tamura looked at Fujiwara Jiro in embarrassment, smiled at each other, and said nothing.

Just when the three Fujiwara Jiro and a group of ungrateful Akita dogs tried their best to discuss how to get the recipe.

Zhang Yuan and Wei Lai sat in the van and stared at the grassland people opposite.

Zhang Yuan said impatiently: "Wei Lai, what do you think about receiving flavin? You can't just call the police for this kind of thing. Why do you have to work so hard for us to catch Fujiwara Jiro's black hand? We are doctors, not police officers."

Wei Lai rolled his eyes at Zhang Yuan and said, "Call the police, you can rely on your own guesses and sue a foreigner without any evidence. Do you think the police will accept your case."

In the 90s and the beginning of the century, every public official hung a sword called foreign affairs without trivial matters. At that time, the local foreign affairs staff, like the censor of the Ming Dynasty, often used this sentence to point fingers.

Zhang Yuan said unconvincingly: "Our research group has been registered in Prairie City, and they dare not accept it."

Wei Lai rolled his eyes at Zhang Yuan again and said, "Hehe! Guess, it is the investment of [-] million US dollars that is more important to Prairie City or our research group. Guess it is more important to be a foreign businessman or a professor of Chinese medicine. important."

Hearing Wei Lai's words, Zhang Yuan sighed deeply.

For such a large investment, what is the research group?

Zhang Yuan even understands that if the research group is not a basic national project, but a project in Mongolia, for the sake of investment, Prairie City dares to let Fujiwara Jiro visit the research group directly. If there is a $[-] million project in Prairie City, these Everyone dares to directly donate the formula of the research group to the people of the island country for free.

Just when Zhang Yuan lamented that it was time, Wei Lai suddenly stabbed Zhang Yuan.

"Zhang Yuan, look! Fujiwara Jiro and the others have come out."

At this time, Zhang Yuan also saw Yuan Jiro walking out of the grassland people, and there happened to be seven people behind him.

Zhang Yuan said excitedly: "Wei Lai, look! Wasn't that Mu Guojia who made trouble that day?"

Wei Lai said: "Come and take a camera to take pictures of these. It seems that Huang Su is right. It is not just Mu Guojia who bought by Fujiwara Jiro."

Zhang Yuan took out a point-and-shoot camera and filmed the scene until the two groups were separated.

Zhang Yuan held the camera excitedly and said excitedly: "We didn't follow up in vain this time, all the traitors are now lined up."

Later, Zhang Yuan said excitedly: "Wei Lai, I just got a photo of Mu Guojia and the others bowing to say goodbye to Fujiwara Jiro. Do you think we can use this photo to call the police?"

Wei Lai rolled his eyes at Zhang Yuan and said, "The same sentence, do you think it is the investment of [-] million US dollars that is important to Prairie City, or that our research group is important."

(End of this chapter)