Just when everyone thought the alarm was lifted, Mr. Li suddenly looked down on his face and said angrily: "I really treat me as a fool, and I still sacrifice my life for the country! Why don't you say that this bastard is in Cao's camp and his heart is in Han!"

Song Che's smile remained unchanged: "That's OK. After all, although Brother Geng has been in the capitalist system for many years, he has always cared about the core socialist values, the five-star red flag, and remembered your old teachings. Otherwise, he would not have bought a house in this community and became a neighbor with you. Isn't this just to come back from time to time to receive the baptism of socialism?"

Geng Weihua's old face turned red again, thinking that even the labor and capitalist government did not know that he had such a high level of ideological awareness.

Mr. Li waved his hand impatiently: "I heard that you are a monkey with sharp teeth and sharp mouths. That's right, don't play monkeys in front of me."

Immediately, Mr. Li pointed to the position in front: "Sit down and talk about the serious matters."

Song Che and Hua Wushuang sat down very simply. Geng Weihua was about to be pardoned, but Old Li said with a face: "I'll let you sit?"

Geng Weihua immediately stood up straight again, but felt aggrieved, thinking that you always disliked me for not looking good with a big belly.

Even though he was full of grievances, Geng Weihua's big baby could not say anything, and could only look at Song Che and Mr. Li "talking and laughing".

"I don't like to owe favors. Last time you gave me some physical precautions, and I'll pay you back today." Mr. Li went straight to the topic.

Song Che spread his hands.

That's it?

"Otherwise, do you think you can give me a few words of advice and I will give you a high-ranking official and generous salary?" Old Li chuckled: "Young man, I brought you back from the road of crime in time today. Otherwise, if you really go to chisel that ancient tomb, you should be invited to the National Security Bureau for tea now."

As he said that, Old General Li pushed a bowl of tea that had just been boiled with snow water to Song Che.

Song Che grinned and said, "Then you asked me to come back because you didn't plan to take out the treasures of our Medical Saint Sect."

"Note your statement. Although from the perspective of inheritance, that bone was originally from your Medical Saint Sect. But after thousands of years, the ownership rights still depend on the law. For example, our country has lost so many cultural relics overseas, it is not necessary to ask for them back with the statement "since ancient times", right?" Mr. Li smiled sternly, with a hint of an old naughty child.

Song Che picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and sniffed it.

It makes sense and cannot be refuted.

But thinking about the territorial ownership rights that have disputes with neighboring countries, it seems that it is not the same... However, when it comes to political correctness, Song Che did not have the courage to be serious with this senior boss.

As for the law... the law says that no matter what is above or below, it belongs to the country!

"As far as I know, this is a public thing, and you shouldn't have it for yourself." Song Che also tried to get a loophole.

"I didn't take it for myself. I was just responsible for custody and supervision. The keel is still stored in a vault in Sijiu City." Mr. Li said with confidence: "Of course, the key is in my hands, but I will only take it out when it is used."

"When will it be used?" Song Che asked, "Now the two old emperors in Macau and Hong Kong are waiting for this thing to help their lives."

"I don't have to take care of the affairs of Macau and Hong Kong." Mr. Li suddenly turned cold: "And I have to remind you to pay attention to your words. Remember, Macau and Hong Kong are part of China, with only the Chief Executive, but there are no local emperors! How these capitalists act like a blessing in Macau and Hong Kong is a degree. If they are excessive, they will be bored."

Although Mr. Li is open-minded and open-minded, his beliefs are firm and firm, or his political stance is clear.

No matter how much Zhao Jialiang and Huo Changsheng are in Ao and Hong Kong, in his eyes, at best, they are rich people in some places, and it is not the turn of these rich people to worry about the lives of these rich people.

"What if I, as a descendant of the Medical Saint Sect, want to see this cultural relic?" Song Che chose other ways to discuss.

"That's reasonable." Mr. Li was very happy this time, but when he saw his intriguing eyes, he knew that this matter was still difficult to discuss. "But I am sorry, I still can't agree to your request."

"It's not that I'm deliberately making things difficult for you. Let me ask first, "No matter how big the origin of you, the Medical Saint Sect, has been in history or how many legends are true. But to this day, in my opinion, this Medical Saint Sect is at best a small civil academic group that is not recognized by the official. Even if you are now the head of the Macao and Hong Kong Traditional Chinese Medicine Association, you are definitely not qualified to apply for this precious cultural relic to view it."

Song Che suddenly became a little angry, and only felt that the old man was deliberately teasing him.

Hua Wushuang saw it and curled his lips, "Old Li, there is no need to spend time, just show off and talk about the conditions."

"Oh, you, the girl from the Hua family, always likes to undermine the situation. Although I am not as good as your grandfather, you must at least give some symbolic respect." Mr. Li rolled his eyes and said.

"Your boss is so disrespectful to the elders, how can we younger generations respect us?" Hua Wushuang sighed and said, "Otherwise, I'll let Aunt Gu tell you personally?"

Aunt Gu.

Of course, he was the medical scholar of the Academy of Social Sciences, Gu Huanian.

Song Che immediately remembered that kind and kind face.

Perhaps because Gu Huanian and Old Man Song had an old friend, Gu Huanian always treated Song Che differently, especially the incident of beating and injuring the medical family. If Gu Huanian had not used the relationship network, the official would probably not have been so hiding Song Che.

When Mr. Li heard that Hua Wushuang was going to report to Gu Huanian, his scheming style collapsed and said hurriedly: "No, don't, just let me spend a few more days in my later years, so that your Aunt Gu will know that I won't be able to think about peace this Spring Festival."

"That depends on your performance." Hua Wushuang pinched Mr. Li's three inches.

Even Song Che couldn't help wondering why Mr. Li was so afraid of the kind-hearted Gu Huanian.

Mr. Li looked depressed and breathed out a breath of turbid air, saying, "To be honest, according to the regulations, the keel must have a regular purpose before it can be called. If I speak, maybe I can be a favoritism, but it is not a good time at this time, because besides you, there are other people staring at this keel."

"who?"

"The people of Tongrentang and Qingyutang."

Mr. Li told me an unexpected news.

"You are a medical person, and you should know that there were four major pharmacies in China, including Tongrentang and Qingyutang, the most profound ones." Mr. Li continued.

Song Che naturally knew the situation of these two major pharmacies.

There is a proverb circulating in the Chinese traditional medicine world: There are two and a half pharmacies in the world, Tongrentang in the north, Qingyutang in the south, and Chen Liji in the remaining half!

Omitting the little transparent Chen and Li Ji, it can be said that the modern Chinese medicine industry in China was generally divided equally by these two companies!

And now, these two time-honored traditional Chinese medicine forces have actually been involved in the dragon bone!?
Chapter completed!