One child with two treasures: Mr. President, please be gentle

Chapter 3221 The best of the best

Some hatreds must always be remembered, otherwise they will easily be eroded by the trivialities of life.

Marcos knew what Yang Shuping's life was like in the past. Looking at the traces of erosion on it, his eyes darkened.

"I want to ask you a favor." Marcos looked at Mu Shaoling and said.

"You say." Mu Shaoling nodded, very happy to help. They both needed each other's help, so it was impossible for them to refuse.

"I may have to trouble you to keep this information before I return to Russia." Marcos thought of the fact that Ethan lived in the same hotel as him and even openly installed surveillance cameras in his suite.

If I take this information back with me, it will be easily discovered.

"Okay, no problem. You can rest assured about the security of T Group." Mu Shaoling said. Normally, no one can come in and take away things that are placed in the safe.

He owns the most advanced safe in the world, and it is not easy for others to open the lock of this safe.

"Thank you." Marcos thanked him and slowly opened the document.

Mu Shaoling didn't say anything else, took a sip of coffee and continued to work.

Marcos read a document carefully and it took him half an hour to finish reading it.

He frowned.

"I've finished reading it," Marcos said.

"Yeah." Mu Shaoling nodded and said nothing. He didn't know how to comment on the affairs of the Manle family.

The social structures are all different, so there is nothing to criticize.

"Mr. Mu, I want to make a deal with you." Marcos said.

Mu Shaoling became interested: "Tell me about it."

"Manle." Marcos paused, raised the information in his hand, and said self-deprecatingly: "Although you have done so many shady things, you are still a family that is famous for hating the underworld in Russia. I want to use Manle's power to help you get rid of the Terror Island."

He thought that the old man also hated this kind of organization, so using Manle's power to help eradicate it should not be a problem.

Moreover, he has not just been a puppet over the years, he has also been doing something.

"What can I do to help you?" Mu Shaoling asked. He did need help, but the prerequisite was that the things he needed help with could not violate his principles too much.

"When I have the time to take action, please help me announce what is happening here in China in due course." Marcos said, "I have seen that the public opinion of the Chinese people is very powerful, but I don't know how to operate it, and I also need to find someone who is familiar with these people to help me operate it, so it is better to say that I am asking for help from Chinese netizens rather than asking you for help." Marcos said.

Mu Shaoling never thought that the help Marcos mentioned was so simple.

He agreed, "No problem."

"It's a pleasure working with you." Marcos extended his hand.

Mu Shaoling nodded, shook hands, and reached a cooperation agreement. "Happy cooperation."

Marcos felt that as long as he had the help of Chinese netizens, his business would be successful.

Mu Shaoling also knew that with Manle's help, dealing with the Terror Island would be much easier.

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in the hospital.

Song Beiye underwent acupuncture for the second time.

This time, the acupuncture was the same as last time. He beat his legs hard, but felt nothing. He could not help but yell at Dr. Huang: "Your acupuncture is meaningless. What is acupuncture for?"

Dr. Huang looked helpless. He had met many irritable patients who often yelled at doctors and nurses because of their illness.

But I have never met such a irritable one. "Mr. Song, all physical treatments will not be effective in one or two days. The effect is long-term and slow. Be patient. As long as you persist, you will get better."

Song Beiye watched him pick up the discarded needles and grabbed his collar.

Dr. Huang was startled by his action and dropped everything to the ground. "Mr. Song, calm down!"

"How can you ask me to calm down! It's not your leg that's broken!" Song Beiye's eyes were red, and he looked like he wanted to eat someone. "Go get Nian Mu to call me over."

"Who?" Dr. Huang was shocked, but Si Yao had reminded him before, so when Nian Mu was mentioned, he pretended not to know him.

"Stop pretending!" Song Beiye said, "Nian Mu taught you acupuncture. I know everything. Let her come and give me acupuncture."

Doctor Huang was speechless. Who on earth told him this? Isn't this causing trouble for himself and Nian Mu?

"Mr. Song, calm down. First of all, Ms. Nian is not a doctor in our hospital." Dr. Huang freed his shirt from his hands.

He had a date after get off work, and his shirt was wrinkled by the other party. He looked down and explained, "Last time it was just an accident, and Professor Nian has no medical qualifications. To put it bluntly, if she came over, if she was lucky, nothing would happen, but if she was unlucky, it might be even worse."

After Dr. Huang finished speaking, he apologized to Nian Mu in his heart.

I heard that Nian Mu and Song Beiye don't get along.

So he could only lower Nian Mu's ability as much as possible in front of Song Beiye, which might even help Nian Mu.

Song Beiye saw through Dr. Huang's trick at a glance, "Stop talking nonsense there. I know Nian Mu's ability. If you don't call him over today, I won't let you off easily."

Doctor Huang's face darkened when he heard his warning.

He is indeed an ordinary doctor, but the leaders of this hospital can decide whether he lives or dies.

The hospital's leaders are heavily influenced by these upper-class people.

Song Beiye can indeed kill him.

But he also has Si Yao as his backer.

If Si Yao knew that Song Beiye hated him because of Nian Mu, he would definitely help him.

In this hospital, Si Yao's words are much more effective than Song Beiye's.

"I'm telling the truth. If Mr. Song doesn't believe me, I have nothing to say. If you are not satisfied with my acupuncture, you can complain to our director department. Thank you."

Doctor Huang bent down to pick up the needle on the ground, cursed "bad luck" in his heart, and turned and left.

Song Beiye's face was gloomy and he pressed the bell directly.

The head nurse came over quickly. During this period, their nurses were unwilling to run to Song Beiye, so during the day, it was the head nurse who dealt with Song Beiye's problems.

"Mr. Song, what's wrong?" asked the head nurse.

As time passed, the bone injury on Song Beiye's leg had almost healed, and now he didn't need so many injections every day, so the head nurse now understood that Song Beiye just wanted to torment them, the nurses.

"I want to complain." Song Beiye said.

The head nurse blinked. "Complaint? Who?"

Their hospital has a complaint mailbox. When hospitalized patients are about to be discharged, they will be given a questionnaire asking them to rate or complain about the medical staff.

"Complain about your doctors, complain about your nurses!" Song Beiye yelled impatiently.

The head nurse frowned. She had seen many patients like this with extreme emotions.

But people like Song Beiye are the best of the best.

"Okay, I'll get you the complaint form." The head nurse said quickly.