Guo Tailai had no objection at all, and Zhao Xiangbei was the same. In terms of plastic surgery, Guo Tailai and Zhao Xiangbei combined are not as good as the fashionable and beautiful Mr. Ding's finger. They are from the pharmaceutical industry, and what Mr. Ding said makes sense.

"In addition, the qualifications of a doctor are not simply rote memorization. There are really a lot of things to learn. You have to be mentally prepared to study hard within a few years." Mr. Ding continued.

Tailai was left with nodding. Of course, it was not easy for a physician to practice, otherwise the medical school would not have to arrange it like 4+2, so I would have thought it was simple. It is not omnipotent to have nanorobots and control systems.

"I will take you to see the car in the afternoon, and I will take you to the Central Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow morning." Although Mr. Ding only met Guo Tailai once, he has now regarded Guo Tailai as his son-in-law and has directly helped Guo Tailai make a decision.

Guo Tailai had no objection, and he really needed to learn some aesthetic knowledge, especially to study public aesthetics, otherwise it would be no joke if he made a plastic surgery.

When Tailai went to call Zhang Haiyan, only Mr. Ding and his wife were left in the box, Zhao Xiangbei said to Mr. Ding with a little frown: "Wife, Fatty is a master of fitters. Do you want him to learn sculpture?"

That is more promising than involving your industry!" Mr. Ding completely ignored her husband's opinion and snorted coldly: "What a great young man, just because he helped Yan Yan do something. You can really do ruthlessly. If you lose your studies, you will have to be imprisoned for three months. What's the best thing to do as an fitter? In the future, he will not be arrested for some military secrets, right?"

Zhao Xiangbei smiled bitterly, and the fat man was also indifferent to his own disaster, but this is not what Zhao Xiangbei thinks? The state has national laws, the military has military rules, and the national laws and military rules are all stipulated in this way. Can Zhao Xiangbei still use his power for personal gain? "

You won’t let him be a plastic surgeon, right?” Zhao Xiangbei knew that his wife was still angry and didn’t tell her much. She just asked, “Is he really allowed to study medicine again and take the doctor’s qualifications?”

I just made him feel more comfortable in the past few years when Yan Yan was away." Mr. Ding's face calmed down a little: "Don't work so hard. Look at a young man of 300 pounds, how thin are you for you?"

Zhao Xiangbei was completely speechless. It was indeed shocking to see that three hundred pounds turned into two hundred pounds, but this is good for Guo Tailai? Is this also considered himself?"

He wants to be a plastic surgeon, but he is afraid that Yan Yan's face will have scars, so he can remove them." Mr. Ding continued to explain: "In fact, just learn some simple scar removal. A better street beauty shop in South Korea can do it. What kind of doctor qualification certificate is needed? Find something for Xiao Guo. Anyway, his money is enough for him to live a good life. If he is willing, he can run Yan Yan's company. If he does it well, Yueke Group will be his and Yan Yan in the future, saving you all the way into your circle. If you want money but don't have money, you will also arrest people at any time." "

You are destroying the fat man!" Zhao Xiangbei knew that his wife was arranging another road for Guo Tailai, although this road was indeed good. Well, a large pharmaceutical group worth billions is not just good. But isn’t Fat man’s most proficient in high-precision creation and assembly?

Is it only possible to train a front-line worker in your place? Learning to run a company well outside is to destroy a fat man?” Mr. Ding was unhappy when he heard this, and immediately responded to the tit-for-tat.

"Do you know how much a fine rifle made by Fatty himself costs to get away from abroad?" Zhao Xiangbei smiled helplessly again. Fortunately, his wife knew a little about military industry. In order to allow Fatty to continue to stay in this industry, he could only reveal a little bit."

How much can a gun be? Just the new gun I saw on TV, I'll be able to survive by 10,000 yuan?" Mr. Ding sneered: "No, it's up to 5,000 yuan. You have to use the best materials and the best masters to process it. How much can a fat man make one by hand? Five thousand dollars?"

In the United States, last night, they held a small auction during the day. "Zhao Xiangbei finally told the truth: "A gun collection association held an auction, and the guns sold were from the last century to the best collection-grade guns in recent years. A gun with the unique mark of the fat man was also on the auction."

"You are operating?" Mr. Ding just heard a sentence and thought of the key, glanced at his husband and asked.

Zhao Xiangbei nodded directly.

How much did it sell?" Mr. Ding finally asked curiously.

"Ninety-three thousand US dollars." Zhao Xiangbei gently spit out a number: "The gun was first unveiled and tested sixty bullets, but it was snatched by people who knew the goods."

Hiss!" Mr. Ding took a breath of air conditioning: "Is the high-precision sniper rifle?"

As the wife of the chairman of the Southern Group, Mr. Ding would never know nothing about firearms and weapons, so she subconsciously thought that since the fat man had extremely high processing accuracy, he must have made a high-precision sniper rifle. Only such a sniper rifle with extremely high precision can be sold at this price."

No." Zhao Xiangbei shook his head and laughed: "It's our new assault rifle you saw on TV. The fat man helped Yan Yan make two of them in the military camp, all of which were improved. Now one of the modified versions is about to be included in the entire army, so there is no need to keep it confidential. The other one is our export version. The auctioned one is an export version made by the fat man himself."

Assault rifle?" Mr. Ding was shocked. A assault rifle could sell for less than 100,000 US dollars. How good is that?

Mr. Ding immediately remembered a question: "Then how much design and processing cost did you give Xiao Guo?"

At this point, Zhao Xiangbei blushed, but he still said: "The design fee is one million in total, and the processing fee is fifty thousand."

RMB?" Mr. Ding asked again. Zhao

Nodding north.

"Ha!" Mr. Ding was so angry that he laughed angrily: "The designers who have installed millions of guns in the entire army only give one million design fees? You sell 800,000 guns and only give only 50,000 yuan to the only person who has processed them. I really value talents! You can really do it!"

As his wife looked at her, Zhao Xiangbei felt ashamed and could only explain with a wry smile: "The national conditions are like this, and our unit is of special nature. You also know that it is not only fat man who is wronged. Go and ask, what is the reward for the entire 95 Gun Tribe design team? This is what I have asked my grandpa to sue my grandma."
Chapter completed!