"Dear classmates, thank you for attending today's class reunion." Geng Minghui lifted his glasses and continued with a stiff smile, "I'm really sorry. I'm too busy at work, so I'm a little late. Please forgive me." At this time, Pang Cheng beside him said, "Our monitor Minghui is now making steady progress in his official career. He has become the Secretary of Magistrate Zhao after a short time of working. He is the real No. 2 chief of Wufeng County, absolutely the model of our class." Hearing that Geng Minghui had become the Secretary of the county magistrate, the classmates present applauded one after another, and many of them showed envious eyes. It was absolutely a privilege to be a secretary to the county magistrate in such a small place as Wufeng County, and he would be respected everywhere. Only Qin Haodong kept teasing his daughter without even looking at Geng Minghui. He didn't even care about Zhao Yang, the magistrate, let alone hi

"Get the hell out of here before I regret." Qin Haodong did not show any sign of panic which Cafu's expected. On the contrary, his expression was very calm. "I tell you, this is our country, and it's not your turn to be arrogant." "Huaxia pig. Don't be arrogant of your Kungfu. No matter how powerful you are, you can't beat so many of us," Cafu said, waving his hand, "Brothers, kill him and get that jadeite, and we'll be rich in the future." Hearing this, the black people had a crazy expression on their faces. Two of them looked at Lin Momo's good shape of body and even showed the beast's lights in their eyes. They all had strong bodies and did not take this thin Huaxia person seriously at all. Qin Haodong glanced at these people and proudly said, "You really have no idea of death or danger. I told you that this is our country, and it's not your turn to be arrogant." He clapped his hands and said, "Get these black people out of

The speaker was a 60-year-old man sitting in the front row. He was Zhao Zhongchen, the director of the board of directors of Lin's Group. His son was Zhao Hongmao, a vice president who was disposed of by Lin Momo some time ago. Zhao's family hold 10% shares of Lin's Group. They were one of the important members of the board of directors and have considerable discursive power. When Zhao Zhongchen was delivering his speech passionately. Suddenly, the door of the conference room was opened from outside. Lin Momo walked into the conference room with a cold face. Seeing the president's arrival, the people in the room immediately became quiet, including Zhao Zhongchen. Lin Momo did not speak. She glanced around indifferently, then went straight to the main seat of the conference room and sat down in her exclusive chair. Qin Haodong followed her with a smile and pulled a chair to sit beside Lin Momo. Wearing a cold expression, Lin Mom

Lin Momo patted the table as Zhao Zhongchen stopped speaking, "Instead of doing decent business, the Jade Gang engaged in drug trafficking. Qin Haodong is helping the police to eliminate the evil. For such a person, how can we hand him over to the Jade Gang?" At this time, they had already fallen out, and Zhao Zhongchen had no other scruples. He cried out hostilely, "Drug trafficking is a matter for the Jade Gang, and solving cases is a matter for the police, not for Qin Haodong. Now, he's in the limelight with the police, but our Lin's Group is going to stumble." At this point, he turned to the directors behind him and shouted, "Now that the interests of our whole group have been affected by a person surnamed Qin. Don't you think we should hand him over to Jade Gang? Shouldn't Lin Momo give up her position as president?" In his anticipation, now the directors should be indignant about this matter, as long as he stood up and, everyone would

Soon, the second shareholder entered the infirmary. Rich people like them generally suffered from chronic diseases and were in sub-health. These were things that Western medicine couldn't cure. Otherwise, they would have been cured long ago. And these diseases were easy to treat for Qin Haodong. After adjusting the meridians with silver needles and taking a Physique-Improving Pill, a person would become lively immediately. Although these patients added up to more than 30, Qin Haodong basically finished near the end of work time, and at the same time, there were stacks of thick bank cards on his desk. At this time, the last patient came in, Zhao Peng, a shareholder of the company in his 40s. After the treatment, Zhao Peng said to Qin Haodong, "Doctor Qin, do you extra Physique-Improving Pills? My father is old, and I want to buy one for him." Qin Haodong's Storage Ring contained at least 100 of these