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Everyone present looked towards the source of the sound.2

Two middle-aged men with extraordinary auras walked over.

One of them was wearing an advanced woolen suit, which was worth at least 50,000 yuan, and had a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"It's Ren Zongping!" Institute of Medicine's Deputy Director! "

"Deputy Director of Institute of Medicine, just based on the profit from the patent right, costs tens of millions a year!"

"They even have enmity with the Supernatural Medicine industry?"

"I remember, within the Jiangnan University, the Supernatural Medicine Industry was just released. Institute of Medicine tried to deny the existence of Supernatural Medicine, but failed! " Immediately, people recognized him. After all, Ren Zongping's status in Chuzhou City was not low, and he was considered a well-known celebrity. He would often appear in the television channel of Chuzhou.

Ren Zongping, as the Institute of Medicine's Deputy Director, was rendered speechless by Han Zhen's Supernatural Medicine. He had even chosen to cooperate with Kant Pharmaceuticals, and relying on his strong foundation, Kant Pharmaceuticals had already produced new research results on some of the medicinal herbs. Furthermore, the Supernatural Medicine industry was now closed from production.

Ren Zongping came to the Golden Coast Hotel precisely for this reason.

When Han Zhen saw Ren Zongping, he knew about the conflict between Institute of Medicine and Supernatural Medicine industry. During the Jiangnan University lecture, Han Zhen did not go and find trouble with Institute of Medicine, but now Ren Zongping actually dared to criticize the Supernatural Medicine industry.

Han Zhen smiled, "Ren Zongping! Whether or not there is a problem with the Supernatural Medicine industry is not something that you can control! "

Han Zhen's words were filled with a strong sense of confidence.

Ren Zongping originally thought that he could stab Han Zhen's sore spot and lift his eyebrows proudly. But in front of everyone, Han Zhen did not give him the slightest bit of face. This made Ren Zongping unable to endure.

If it was before, Ren Zongping might have endured it. But now, Ren Zongping had a stronger relationship with him.

With this relationship, Ren Zongping would definitely make Han Zhen and the others feel ashamed.

Just as Ren Zongping was about to make a move, a middle-aged man beside him suddenly spoke, "Ren Zongping, who is this?"

Ren Zongping immediately turned around and said respectfully: "This is the Supernatural Medicine Industry's Han Zhen. The Supernatural Medicine industry that they are in has affected many hospitals and medical companies, causing the profits of these enterprises to drop one after another. Right now, it is the enemy of many people. "

Ren Zongping knew the identity of the man beside him.

It was precisely because of this that he wanted to use his identity as a man to his side to share a portion of the profits against the Supernatural Medicine industry.

"Oh!" I got it! " The middle-aged man came to a realization, and then praised: "Supernatural Medicine s are very good products, they have a lot of market potential, but I never thought you guys were people from the Supernatural Medicine industry. "Nice to meet you, I am Ying Jianye from the Ying Family!"

Ye Muwan frowned, "Who is Ying Junda to you?"

Ying Jianye smiled, "Ying Junda is my son and this is Miss Ye. She even knows my son. How rare!"

Ye Muwan didn't say anything else. Ye Muwan was very clear about what Ying Junda had done. In this situation, Ye Muwan had no good impression of the Ying Family.

Han Zhen didn't need to say anything more.

Han Zhen did not even know what kind of family the Ying Family was.

In fact, Han Zhen was too lazy to know about these things.

This was because to Han Zhen, these families only had to do with him.

Han Zhen was even less interested in knowing who the other person was.

The middle-aged man suffered the cold treatment and his expression became sluggish, revealing his unhappiness.

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