The Little Cook's Wealthy Counterattack

On the greasy sandalwood table, there are sterilized needles and syringes. Qian Weng narrowed his eyes and pinched the needle. The sharp cold light flashed past, which made him cold in his heart.

If this forging level is used in concealed weapon making, I'm afraid the rainstorm pear flower needle in the essay will be at this level.

"Which craftsman master wrote this? If you are interested in going out of the mountain, Wanbao Pavilion must be regarded as a guest of honor and treated as brothers and friends!"

Jiang qianxia pulled at the corners of his mouth and had a new understanding of the level of businessmen. Before she could place an order, Qian Weng thought about digging at the foot of the wall.

It's just a pity that he can't dig this corner even if he runs out of the wealth of the Marlboro.

"Mr. Qian Weng, Qian Xia knows that there are countless skilled craftsmen in the Wanbao Pavilion. Can these two things be copied in large quantities?"

Qian Weng sighed a little disappointed. Since the things were to be copied by himself, there was no hope of digging the foot of the wall.

I looked at the needle carefully against the sun. Although it is extremely fine, it is not difficult to copy. It is only that the material used should be replaced with copper that is not easy to rust, otherwise it will be embarrassing to use.

With measurement in mind, Qian Weng pinched the needle pipe again, and then was stunned.

"It's soft and tough, and it's not easy to deform. I don't know what material it is made of?"

I don't know how to explain polyethylene to the ancients. Jiang qianxia smiled bitterly and bowed: "this is made by master qianxia. It's not an ordinary material. Qian Weng is well-informed and doesn't know whether there is a substitute material?"

After pondering for a moment, Qian Weng carefully wrote down the feel and properties of the needle pipe, saying that when he returned to the wanbaoge head office, he would open the material library for screening.

After thanking him, Jiang qianxia asked for paper and pen again. According to the operating instruments in the owner's instructions, whether they can be used or not, they are all drawn into a picture, and indicate the size and basic requirements.

Qian Weng's forehead is sweating. What kind of scalpel is that? Is the requirement for sharpness a little too high? It can cut people's skin and cut subcutaneous fat smoothly without any obstruction... What's the use of such a murderous thing for a cook?

In comparison, those grotesque suture needles are small.

"Qian Weng, don't be surprised. These things are used to cure diseases and save lives."

Jiang qianxia said with a smile: "qianxia has been with the soldiers for a long time. She always has a little daughter's mentality. She knows that there are no undead people in the battle of the army, but she still often wakes up in her sleep."

"Since Qian Xia has the ability to save many serious injuries, if the sergeants who get along with her day and night die in a foreign land because of the lack of equipment, the little girl can't let go of her life."

Qian Weng in the carriage was stunned. Lin Yuan and Xiao Jiu, who were eavesdropping outside the carriage, also looked at each other in shock, and the corners of their mouth couldn't help evoking.

"Miss Jiang Dade, Qian is ashamed."

Qian Weng knelt down and bowed deeply to Jiang qianxia, which made her at a loss.

Trying to get the money and help him to sit down, the embarrassing scratching face of Jiang Xia Xia, the small voice: "to do these things will surely cost a lot, but now there are no long bones in the shallow summer, can it be done by Wan Bao Ge first, and the cost will be deducted from the separation of perfume business?"

"... OK."

Qian Weng is completely speechless. He has been a businessman all his life. He really hasn't seen any doctor save people. He not only doesn't want money, but also sticks money inside himself.

But if you partner with such a pure minded person, you don't have to worry about dikes.

With Qian Weng's approval, Jiang qianxia thanked him with great gratitude and tried to take the old man back to her carriage to taste her favorite fried scorpion these days.

The two eavesdroppers outside quickly ran away like thieves. After hiding away, Xiao Jiucai tangled and said, "Lin fox, you say sister Qian Xia is so soft hearted that she won't cry and faint when we kill the enemy?"

"... it's hard to say."

Lin Yuan didn't think of this. Now she thinks deeply. If she sympathizes with the enemy, she will be charged with shaking the morale of the army.

Inexplicably, there was another worry. Lin Yuan frowned with his back hands and said, "no, if we really have to go to war, we'll throw her into the military doctor's account and take care of our wounded soldiers. She shouldn't be in the mood to sympathize with the enemy?"

The two eavesdroppers talked without a word. After a while, the people of Wanbao Pavilion sent a stack of drawings. The ink was not dry. It was a temporary copy of the drawings given by Jiang qianxia.

The drawing on it was too professional. Lin Yuan looked at it for a few times and found that the most lethal scalpel was the scalpel with a big palm. He no longer cared about it. He threw it all to song Fuwen and asked him to look at the drawing and think about it first.

Since it is used to save people, we can't bypass song Fuwen, the military doctor.

Wanbaoge's motorcade came and went in a hurry, signed two cooperation contracts and received a list of medical instruments. Qian Weng and Jiang qianxia agreed to send a caravan as soon as the good things were done, which made Jiang qianxia grateful again.

The caravan went quietly, and the road of marching became dull again.

From the early summer to the midsummer, the army traveled thousands of miles. Just when Jiang qianxia had passed, I don't know what time it is, there were suddenly more people on the lush grassland.

Jiang qianxia was bored, lying on the carriage window and looking out. There was a not so magnificent city gate, but there was a shocking city gate rising from the ground on the grassland.

Qingping City, located in bianguan city on the border between Daqian and Guli people, is backed by the long anling mountains. After signing the peace treaty with Guli seven or eight years ago, it was built as a trade port. Over the years, the prosperity brought by businessmen has made it look vibrant.

Of course, it is natural that Qingping City, as the throat controlling the communication between the East and the west, was included in the defense line against Gu Li people.

Jiang qianxia, who hasn't seen ordinary people for a long time, yells in the carriage. He looks like a countryman entering the city. Xiao Jiu can't help teasing her.

"It's rare for you to be like this in such a small city. When we win and return to Beijing and see the grandeur of Kyoto, you have to scream and faint?"

Jiang qianxia greedily stared at the passing caravans and replied: "I've seen the city. You don't have a chance to see it in your next life. Come on, the green vegetables sold by the old farmer look so fresh. Wu Xiong, go and buy some for me!"

Wu Xiong bumped into him like a tank and scared the old farmer to sit on the ground. He found that it was the military master who came to buy. He quickly wrinkled his smiling face into a chrysanthemum.

Xiao Jiu didn't have Lin Yuan's sensitivity. He only regarded Jiang qianxia's words as a show of courage not to admit defeat, and didn't take them to heart at all.

Looking at the military flag, Xiao Jiu said with a smile: "we have no right to enter the city. The army has to be stationed outside the city. However, when you are free in the evening, you can go to the city."

Just as Jiang qianxia wanted to reply, he saw the local officials in official clothes striding out with the honor guard. Guli and other generals met on horseback. No one got off the horse from the generals to ordinary cavalry.

I didn't know what they were talking about. I saw a few greetings on both sides. The local officials waved one after another excitedly. Several impatient veterans had begun to draw their knives.