183: C183 Faces

C183 Faces

"I never would have thought that Director Ye would be so familiar with the Dao of Ink. It really opens my eyes."

Yue Zhibo looked at the prescription in his hand and smiled.

"The words are slightly shallow, please excuse me."

Ye Mo smiled slightly. He did not respond to Yue Zhibo's praises. The words came from the heart, and words came from the heart. Words speak too much, and they were bound to lose.

Ye Mo got up and said goodbye. Seeing that his persuasion was fruitless, Yue Zhibo walked him all the way to the entrance of the district. If Han Mao was not there, Yue Zhibo would have sent Ye Mo back on his own behalf.

"I didn't expect this Yue to be so polite."

Han Mao laughed as he drove towards Dongjiang.

"He looks like a teacher and his words are also alike. I wonder if that pensive kid will become a teacher or something when he grows up."

"Who knows? But if it wasn't for us knowing his background, who would be able to tell that he's from the political world, and at the same level as us …"

Ye Mo smiled as he looked at the scene of High-Tech Industry Development Zone outside the window.

"Yeah."

Han Mao, who was driving, also had a glimmer in his eyes.

From meeting to parting, Yue Zhibo gave the impression that he was a normal teacher or an unremarkable employee in a state-owned enterprise.

Ye Mo and Han Mao both smiled slightly, and then didn't speak anymore. The car followed High-Tech Industry Development Zone towards Dongjiang City's main road, and didn't even have a car travelling with them.

In the evening, Han Mao sent Ye Mo back to East Street according to Ye Mo's request, while he himself returned to Tai Hua. As for what he should say to Lee Yonghai when he returned, he already understood clearly in his heart.

After returning to the East Street's residence, Ye Mo sat cross-legged and began breathing in and out to refresh himself. According to the secret breathing technique of the Cyan Sack Sutra, after a few cycles, sounds of bones moving could be heard from Ye Mo's body. He exhaled a mouthful of foul air and his back was covered in a layer of sweat.

"Beep Beep Beep!"

Just when Ye Mo was about to take a shower, the phone on the table rang. Ye Mo picked up his phone and looked at it. As expected, he showed an expression on his face.

"Hello? "Director Ye, are you busy?"

When the call connected, Wei Chuan's voice came over. However, Wei Chuan was obviously still excited and could hear the mood fluctuations in his tone.

"Director Wei, feel free to speak."

Ye Mo said calmly after he wiped off his sweat.

"Director Ye, guess what happened?"

On the other end of the phone, Wei Chuan was clearly in a good mood. He was actually having an argument with Ye Mo.

"Mm …" I think it's the paint on the door of the old house. It must have grown out by itself. "

Seeing that the other party was so interested, Ye Mo felt too embarrassed to brush him off. After pausing for a moment, he said.

"Director Ye, your foresight is truly divine!"

Wei Chuan was obviously shocked after hearing Ye Mo's words.

"Just called from home. The red paint on the door has been painted back and the door has been cleaned."

Ye Mo smiled and was not surprised.

In this kind of situation where the entire village was at the same surname, if the entire village refused to boycott a village, then the power and pressure would be terrifying. If the chief could not give an explanation to the entire village, then there would be no need to stay in the village.

Wei Chuan sighed in his heart. Back then, when Wei Lizhu's illness was at its most frequent and severe, he had suggested to negotiate with his second uncle for a change in black paint or iron gates. However, Yov Zongjian had rejected his offer.

This matter was later found out by Wei Lizhu, so it was even better to call him over for a round of reprimand. At that time, Wei Chuan didn't quite understand, but after the door to the old mansion was painted back today, he gradually came to his senses.

Door paint was worthless, but they could not be offended. This was their bottom line.

If he had to concede even on matters relating to face, then the bottom line of the Wei Family's Weitai Group would have already been revealed.

After fulfilling his demands, he would only become more unscrupulous in the future.

Wei Chuan didn't really understand at the time, and he had a deep impression of him now. When he saw the door of the old house being cleaned up and returned to the red paint, even he felt very happy.

Wei Lizhu was the same. Wei Chuan even heard a melody playing in the room when he passed by his mother's room.

After all, ever since his mother had contracted this disease, she had stopped any recreational activities. She simply did not have the mood to do so!

"Has your mother's complexion improved yet?"

Ye Mo asked.

"Much better!"

Wei Chuan said in excitement.

"Today, my mother cried loudly in the ancestral hall. After coming back, I could clearly feel that she looked much better and less negative. Director Ye, your medical skills are truly amazing. If you don't open up a side, my mother's illness will be completely cured!

Speaking up to here, Wei Chuan did not hesitate to praise Ye Mo's medical skills. Ye Mo's ability to use ghosts and gods as a cut-in, to confuse people, to attack the heart and cure the heart, was extremely ingenious and ingenious.

"How can that be? We should just take advantage of the situation and push the boat with the current situation."

Ye Mo chuckled.

The development of the matter was still within his expectations.

The so-called upper class is different from the common people. They no longer have any particular need for material things, and these things are readily available. So their desire is transformed into something else, which is called — face.

This was also the reason why even though they did not lack money, there would always be some hedonistic sons of bitches who would fall out in some nighttime bars because they drank too much or drank too little together with others.

Actually, no one was lacking in that little bit of stuff, but they couldn't back down. If you didn't fight over a respectable matter, then you wouldn't need to be in the circle anymore.

It was the same with the matter of the Wei family residence.

What was face, what was dignity?

That is, if I say I want to paint it red, then I will paint it red, and I will have to paint it red. If it's any other color, I will not paint anything black or brown, nor will I paint anything that isn't a big wooden door!

If you don't want me to settle this, then just hand it over to me and you can just brush it back yourself!

This was called face!

At the same time as Wei Lizhu won back her face, she also gained quite a bit of prestige in the village. Moreover, she cried for a long time to dispel her pent-up depression. Her illness was already more than half cured and she only needed to recuperate.

"The next step is only to recuperate. Many of the soups in the classic formula can do this. Next, just choose one according to your eating habits."

Ye Mo said.

Moreover, Wei Lizhu's identity was not ordinary. These upper class people valued their lives the most, and if they did not find out where Fang Zhi came from, and if there were no side effects or what kind of illness he could cure, they would not be able to use it.

This was something his master had told him, so Ye Mo didn't want to waste any more time on it. He just left it for the Wei family to decide for themselves. After all, a profession like Doctor Taiping was not lacking.0

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