Huang Shaohong pretended to go to the car outside to get something, returned to his car and sat for a while, then took out ten porcelain bottles from his luggage, which contained the 'Eight Treasures Life-Destroying Soup'.

He put these life-threatening soups in a convenience bag and was about to get off the car, but he felt something was wrong. Although this life-threatening soup was diluted, its medicinal effect could be called a miracle in modern society.

Xiao Song's injury was okay. After all, it was a new perm and it wasn't serious. It was over with a few words. If he could completely heal other people's old injuries in an instant, he might cause other people's injuries.

Suspect.

He thought for a while and put away five more bottles, opened the remaining five porcelain bottles one by one, poured out most of the bottles, and then mixed the same amount of mineral water into it. He thought that after such dilution, the efficacy of the medicine would be further reduced.

Then it won't seem so shocking.

Back in the private room, each person was given a bottle, and then he said: "If you have old injuries, you can try it now. There is no guarantee that it will be cured, but it will definitely be effective!"

Xiao Song tasted the sweetness and opened a bottle directly: "My waist was originally injured and I couldn't handle it easily. I just drank one bottle and felt comfortable. I'll drink another bottle and see!"

As he spoke, he drank a bottle. Although he felt that it was a lot thinner than the decoction he drank before, he was not sure, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

After finishing the drink, he explained to a few people: "This medicinal soup has the same flavor as rice-treasure porridge, and there are red beans in it, but the effect is terrible, hey... Look, my waist is getting hot.

It must be working!”

As he spoke, he leaned back comfortably on the chair, looking like he could hum comfortably even if there was no one around.

Seeing that he was not pretending, Xu Laoguan asked in surprise: "Is it really that useful?"

The potion passed in less than a minute. Xiao Song stood up and took two steps, stretched his waist and kicked his legs: "Oh, I'll go, it will be much easier!"

Xiao Song started his career on the stage, but a few years ago he broke his waist on the stage. I heard it was quite serious. Everyone sitting here knows about it. Now looking at him twisting his waist and swaying his hips, it is obvious that he is

There was no big problem, and several people valued the decoction in their hands.

The martial arts instructor Li Chengtian quickly drank his bottle of medicinal soup. He had a lot of hidden wounds left on his body from years of martial arts training. After drinking this, he felt a warm current in the old wounds and his body felt light.

Jian thought that this medicine had a powerful effect in activating blood circulation and removing blood stasis, and at the same time felt comfortable, and even praised this decoction as a good thing.

Old Monster Xu also had an old wound on his waist. Seeing that both of them said the medicine was good after drinking it, he opened his own bottle, smelled it first and felt the fragrance of rice, then drank it with confidence, and then said strangely: "It's still good."

It really tastes like eight-treasure porridge, the more you taste it, the more it tastes like it!”

Less than three seconds after he finished speaking, the medicine came on. Mr. Xu covered his waist with a look of shock on his face: "This medicine... this medicine is actually better than our 30-year-old plaster in Hong Kong."

It works quickly, my waist... feels comfortable!"

After saying that, he looked like Xiao Song just now, leaning on the back of the chair and humming softly through his nose. When the medicine wore off, Old Monster Xu also stood up and moved around. As expected, his body felt relaxed.

After personal experience, he no longer had any doubts. Old Monster Xu raised his thumb towards Huang Shaohong: "Beautiful boy, I owe you a favor. This medicine of yours is a good thing. You will have to sell me some later!"

Huang Shaohong was waiting for this sentence. He could make these people owe him a favor and open up the market. He would go back and adjust the proportion and dilute it to

The effect of treatment medicine or health care medicine.

Assistant Director Zhang watched the whole process from the side. He knew that he was getting a big deal by sharing a bottle. Although he had nothing wrong with him, his father fell down while riding a bicycle last year and his legs are still not good. With such a good thing,

Yao was filial to his father, how could he not be happy? He quickly called the waiter to take his order.

When Xiao Song saw Director Zhao holding the bottle and looking at it, he thought the other party didn't believe it, so he quickly said: "Director Zhao, my good master, you don't even believe me. There are ready-made cases here, drink it quickly and take a look.

Look at the effect!”

Director Zhao waved his hand and asked Huang Shaohong: "I think this bottle of yours must be an old object. I don't think the craftsmanship is modern. I have some interest in antiques, but my eyesight is not good, so I can't see accurately!

"

Old Monster Xu also likes antiques. Hearing this, he picked up the porcelain bottle and looked at it. After a while, he nodded repeatedly: "Yes, this craftsmanship seems to be from the late Qing Dynasty!"

Huang Shaohong naturally knew what was going on. It was originally something from the late Qing Dynasty, but he put it in his luggage and brought it to modern times, without the traces of time.

He thought for a while, then deliberately showed admiration on his face and praised: "You two have good eyesight. Although this is not an antique, it is indeed something I asked a friend to make according to the ancient methods of the late Qing Dynasty. It is only of average quality and cannot reach the level of high-quality products."

Degree."

Director Zhao nodded repeatedly after hearing this. He likes antiques, but he is still in the learning stage. He is extremely satisfied with his eyesight today.

Then Director Zhao also took the 'Death-killing Soup'. He was a comedian, so he couldn't help but ridicule the medicine because it had the same flavor as the 'Eight Treasure Porridge', which made the atmosphere between the few of them much more relaxed.

After consuming a bottle of 'Deathly Soup', Director Zhao soon began to experience the benefits. Originally, the craniotomy he had performed a few years ago left some minor sequelae, such as a slight inflexibility of his arms.

There was also a dull pain in the nerves above, but all these symptoms were relieved at this time.

He clenched his fist vigorously and found that he could use his strength a little. He was happy and waved his arm vigorously, and then thanked Huang Shaohong.

Huang Shaohong did not take credit for this, but smiled calmly and said: "Don't thank me for this. If Brother Song hadn't hit me with a cigarette butt, we wouldn't have known each other, and you wouldn't have been able to drink my soup!"

While everyone was laughing, Xiao Song felt a little embarrassed: "Okay, brother, don't talk about this anymore, I almost got you hurt!"

Except for Assistant Director Zhang, everyone in the room felt the magic of this 'life-killing soup' and all offered to buy some of this 'decoction' to keep for themselves or give to their relatives.

Huang Shaohong thought about it and felt that others should not let others think that this medicine is easy to obtain. He immediately apologized and said: "This medicine is a bit difficult to make and the output is not very high. If you want to buy it, you have to wait for a while!"

Everyone nodded to express their understanding. If such an effective medicine were easy to obtain, wouldn't it have become popular all over the country? They immediately told Huang Shaohong that if the decoction was made, they would definitely keep it for them when they needed it again.

You can't ask for it in vain, they will all pay for it.

At this time, the hot pot had already been prepared. Everyone was eating and talking. During the dinner, Xiao Song asked Huang Shaohong: "Brother, I came to you for dinner before, and you said there is something else. I don't know what it is. Are you in a hurry? Tell me.

Let’s see if my brother can help!”

After all, it was a chance meeting, and everyone sitting here had taken advantage of others. Xiao Song's words also meant that he sincerely wanted to help.

Huang Shaohong didn't care, and said directly: "I have some old things in my hand, and I plan to go to an antique store this afternoon to see if I can exchange them for some money!"

Speaking of antiques, Director Zhao and Old Monster Xu's eyes lit up. They are both rich people and both have a hobby for antiques. Especially the former is still in the learning stage. How can he not believe this?

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I immediately discussed with Huang Shaohong whether we could let them pass.

"Passing hands" does not mean fighting. In the antique industry, it means to play with and take a look. If we say "dating", it means to judge the authenticity and fake age, which is called palm eye.

Director Zhao is a lover of antiques, so he said that he had done something to show his modesty.

In addition to buying arms, most of the money Huang Shaohong earned in the world of Once Upon a Time was spent on antiques. He originally wanted to sell some to make money, and he agreed to the requests of the two directors.

He smiled directly and said: "You two want to help me take a look. It's a good relationship. Wait for me for a while. The things are in the car. I'll go get them now!"

These words made Xiao Song laugh: "Brother, why do you put all the good things in the car, and you are not afraid of others stealing them!"

Others couldn't help but smile after hearing this, couldn't they? Just how much this good medicine is worth, the plastic bag was just put in the car.

Director Zhao simply joked: "Do you want to sell your car?"
Chapter completed!