Fantasy sign-in: Lao Tzu is rich

Chapter 15

Meigan arranged for Li Gui to take someone to check the business situation of the whole town, and Li Gui reported the situation to him a few days later.

"There are about one hundred Chinese restaurants in the town, ten inns, thirty blacksmith shops, and two hundred clothing stores..."

"The point is, who do you think makes money and who loses money?"

"Boss, with this, there are losses and gains. There is no industry that is guaranteed to lose."

Meigan also makes sense when she thinks about it.

Bought all?It seems to be a one-shot deal. These stores have basically been open for a while, and the working capital is fixed. Generally speaking, the follow-up investment is not large. It is difficult to continue to spend money after the purchase. He has not yet To that extent.

reopen?No one!Someone needs to take care of a store...

"boss!"

Someone was running and shouting outside the door.

"Stand there for me!" Li Gui yelled, but the man didn't dare to move.

"How decent is it? Are there any rules! What are you talking about standing there?"

"Yuan Que brought it back!"

Mei Gan and Li Gui directly overturned the tables and chairs blocking the way and rushed out, leaving behind a dazed disciple, looking at the mess.

"Where? Where is the miracle doctor?"

Zhao Ming was reprimanding his disciples downstairs, but Mei Gan didn't care what he was reprimanding, he would find someone when he came down.

"Boss, the genius doctor is here..."

Mei Gan saw that there were two tightly tied sacks on the ground, and two disciples who were being trained like chickens stood beside them.

"Release me quickly!"

When the sack was opened, an old man with unkempt hair and a shivering face came out, and the other one, who was in better condition, was a half-grown child.

"Miraculous doctor? Miraculous doctor? What happened?"

"When we caught up, the two of them didn't want to follow. They said it was because our fate hadn't arrived. We were afraid of delaying the injury of our eldest sister, so we had no choice but to..."

"Fate? Did you give him 100 million taels?"

"Not yet, we plan to get the person back first."

The two disciples handed back the golden ticket. The disciples of the Temple of Wealth are really numb to money.

The little old man was very stubborn at first glance, Mei Gan helped the two of them out and arranged them to sit down and have a rest. After taking a few sips of hot tea, he calmed down.

"Miraculous doctor...":

"Humph!"

"I think the genius doctor has misunderstood..."

"Humph!"

"My sister at home was seriously injured and unconscious..."

"Humph!"

"As long as the divine doctor heals my sister, five million taels is a lot..."

"Huh...huh?"

"But if God can't heal...the tempers of my brothers, and my living muscles are not easy to control..."

"500 taels? Or 500 million taels?"

Yuan Que's voice became tense, and after asking, he took another sip of tea and looked at Meigan with expectant eyes.

"500 taels!"

"Say it sooner! If you said it earlier, I would have to suffer this! Fate is such a wonderful thing. Sometimes when I see you, I realize that the right person is right in front of me. Where is the patient? Hurry up, don't delay!"

"The miraculous doctor is upstairs, please."

Mei Ting was lying peacefully in the bedroom upstairs, her injuries were basically healed, if she didn't say anything, no one would think that this was a comatose person, they would only think that this person was sleeping soundly.

Yuan Que sat beside Mei Ting's bed, and the children he brought neatly unfolded the packages and took out small boxes one after another.

There are needles, powders and potions.

"This lady is unconscious and difficult to regain consciousness."

Li Gui wanted to beat him after hearing this, if he wasn't blind he could see it.

Squeezing his head, he felt the lower pulse again, Yuan Que continued: "I was hit on the head, and the blood vessels are not smooth, there should be blood stasis, how long has it been?"

"There are more than ten days."

"There are also masters who can use their internal energy to continue their lives and keep their blood vessels from necrosis, otherwise the gods will be hard to save."

Zhao Ming cupped his hands: "This is what should be done!"

For a long time, Yuan Que didn't make a sound.

"Genius doctor, is there a good way?"

"Uh, this is..."

Mei Gan took out a million taels of gold ticket and put it beside the bed: "Maybe the divine doctor has never heard of my God of Wealth Temple, but any matter that can be solved with money is not a problem for me, as long as the divine doctor heals my sister." , don’t worry about the money.”

The moment the 100 taels of gold ticket was lightly placed on the bedside, Yuan's heart was beating wildly.

"Don't worry! I won't leave if I can't be cured!"

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Wen Shiwei looked at the location of the Temple of the God of Wealth from a distance. There was a lot of construction going on there, and there were still many people queuing up at the main entrance. He found out that he wanted to join the Temple of the God of Wealth to sign up for an interview.

This is the first time I heard that you have to sign up for an interview if you join a gang!

A dejected boy came out from inside, it seems that the result is not very ideal.

When he walked past Wen Shiwei, he grabbed him and said, "Boy! Do you want to join the Black Snake Hall? You will be covered from now on!"

The kid seemed to feel a great insult.

"Fuck you! I didn't pass the interview this time, just go back and work hard, the ghost joined your shit hall!"

That indomitable momentum directly suppressed people like Wen Shiwei, and it took a long time to recover after watching the young man's leaving back.

"What is the name of this Temple of Wealth? It can attract so many people."

Wen Shiwei straightened his clothes and asked his subordinates to wait for him where he was. He planned to line up to inquire about the Temple of the God of Wealth.

There were a lot of people queuing up, and people from this big city stood in the hot sun for a long time before entering the gate.

"Fill in."

A disciple of the Temple of Wealth at the door handed Wen Shiwei a list with some simple information on it.

"Brother, let me inquire, what are the benefits of joining our gang?"

"There is a martial arts religion where you practice boxing, eat exotic animal meat, and drink nourishing blood powder, what do you think?"

Wen Shiwei was a little stunned, is this training for a top martial artist?How much will it cost this year?

"Then do I still have to pay?"

"Money? The worst thing about our boss is money!"

Wen Shiwei, who was a little dizzy from hearing it, walked to the next session in a daze, bone examination and interview.

He is a martial artist himself, so the bone test is naturally not a big problem, but during the interview

"Sharp-mouthed monkey cheeks! The gaze is wrong! Unqualified!"

Objectively speaking, this Wenshi Wei does not look like a good person. In a society ruled by law, this appearance alone is enough to sentence him for three to five years.

I was not selected, and I felt a little inexplicably disappointed after I walked out.

"How about big brother? Everyone inside is rushing to get you, right?"

"Brother, can we also form a union with the Temple of Wealth?"

"Big brother."

Seeing Wen Shiwei's complexion was not good, the winking gestures were made to each other, and everyone calmed down.

"Go back, we need to plan, this Temple of the God of Wealth is not easy!"

Wen Shiwei felt that the Temple of the God of Wealth was just a coffin board buckled on the top of the head of the Black Snake Hall, and he would have no chance of living unless he was lifted. How could there be such a weird gang in the small Hujia Town, he couldn't figure it out.

Mei Gan was lying on the bed tossing and turning, seeing more and more money in his account, unable to spend it to make troubles, but poor knowledge was not enough for him to have the ability to squander.

"Let's get a restaurant first."