C17 white wolf (1/2)
Zhao Qiang resisted the urge to tear the cheque and replied impatiently, ”You chasing after the Dr. Blue is your business, my job here is my freedom. Do you have a lot of money?”
”Kid, don't be so shameless.” Lin Zihao bent his body and lowered his voice, ”You should know that I have countless of ways to make it so that you won't be able to survive in the Jingzhou.”
”Then wait until I can't continue any longer before showing off again. ”Hmm?” Zhao Qiang stood up disapprovingly, dusted off the non-existent dust on the book, and walked past Lin Zihao.
Lin Zihao pressed both hands on the table, his face black.
Even in the capital, no one looked down upon the imperial family's Lin Family, and the people in the circle were even more courteous and attentive towards him. He never thought that in such a small place like the Jingzhou, they would even dare to give him face.
Initially, he was disdainful of competing against a poor guy for the favor. However, if the other party wanted to court death, he would be more than happy to see it happen!
Lin Zihao took out his phone and made a call.
”Hey, Lin De Cai, didn't you say you are the Jingzhou's Yellow Emperor? It's time for me to broaden my horizons …”
When Zhao Qiang was eating dinner at the infirmary's cafeteria, many people surrounded him and pointed at him. The meaning of the words was that he did not know what was good for him and rejected Lin Zihao's olive branch.
Zhao Qiang turned a deaf ear to Zhang Xuan's words. After finishing the three jin of the white film, he walked toward the Compendium Pavilion.
Zhao Qiang stayed in the pavilion throughout the afternoon. It was only until eight in the evening, when the security guard changed shifts to check up on him and saw a light entering the building, that he came back to his senses.
Ten minutes for a book. Throughout the entire afternoon, he had only finished less than fifty books. As for the entire attic, it could be considered a medical record. There were a total of five thousand books.
However, Zhao Qiang didn't feel that this was a burden, because after seven hours of reading, he didn't feel the slightest bit tired, but his mind was much clearer. And the prescription files in the Book of Medicine, due to the books he was reading, one by one, naturally entered into his mind.
This feeling was very abundant and stable.
After leaving Jingmin Hall of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Zhao Qiang hurriedly ate dinner and rushed to the barbeque store.
It was nearly nine o'clock when he arrived at the barbecue stand.
In the early summer, there were still many customers eating barbeque at nine o'clock. However, the barbeque stall that Zhao Qiang worked for had a surprisingly large number of customers today.
Usually, the eight seats were only half-filled, but today, they were packed. There were even seven or eight people eating barbeque at the corner of the street.
The two vendors at the barbeque stall were extremely busy. When they saw Zhao Qiang running over, they hurriedly called out to him, ”Xiao Qiang, why are you late today? Hurry, hurry, bring this plate of mutton skewers over to table number 2.”