Seeing that Zhao An and Li Qinggezhen were about to leave, Zhang Jiaqing said anxiously: "Zhao An, don't leave first. I've been waiting here early in the morning. Let's have a good chat about Baohua Yangshen Pills."

"Mr. Zhang, you go back first. We have to go to class. I will visit Bamatang again if I have time." Zhao An turned around and said seriously to Zhang Jiaqing.

It is necessary to play hard to get appropriately. Zhao An knew very well that Zhang Jiaqing could see the value of Baohua Yangshen Pills, otherwise Zhang Jiaqing would not have been waiting here early in the morning.

Bamatang itself is making Chinese patent medicines. A prescription with commercial value is of great significance to Bamatang. It is like the patent rights held by a high-tech company, and it is the foundation of its lifeline.

Relying on donkey glue blood-enhancing granules, dihuang pills and other products, Bamatang has already been launched. What if the leader in the pharmaceutical industry in southern Hunan Province has mastered Baohua Yangshen Pills?

Although Zhang Jiaqing has let go of the pharmaceutical group and only controls the pharmaceutical shop, he cannot really ignore the matters of the pharmaceutical group at all. His son still controls the pharmaceutical group.

If Baohua Yangshen Pills can be brought to the market, what kind of exciting prospect is this? Such pills cannot go the route of affordable and high sales like selling Buxue Granules and Dihuang Pills, but they will never have to worry about sales. Baohua Yangshen Pills can be positioned as Bamatang's high-end product, so that Bamatang's product line covering high-end medical and health care Chinese patent medicine products will be complete.

Many foreign pharmaceutical companies occupy a very large market in some low-end daily medicines, but their profits often come more from the sales of high-end specialty drugs. Even if it is a potion worth thousands of dollars, there is no need to worry about sales. Zhang Jiaqing thinks that Western medicine can be done, and Chinese medicine can of course do this.

Of course, Western medicine is more accepted worldwide, including China, and those special medicines are easier to be introduced, so traditional Chinese medicine is different. Most Western countries have a distrustful negative attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine.

That doesn't matter. China's market is big enough. What's more, when Baohua Yangshen Pills has a reputation in China, they are afraid that rich people abroad will not buy it? After all, if you want to be healthy, everyone is eager for it. At that time, witnessing the efficacy of Baohua Yangshen Pills with your own eyes, who cares about what the Western medical community's attitude towards traditional Chinese medicine?

Whether to get the method of making Baohua Yangshen Pills is actually secondary. The most important thing is that although Zhang Jiaqing is healthy, he is an old man after all. The older he gets, the more he cares about health and wants to stay away from death. Baohua Yangshen Pills are much more attractive to Zhang Jiaqing than his idea of ​​promoting Baohua Yangshen Pills.

"How is it going after school today?" Seeing that Zhao An really didn't plan to say more to him now, Zhang Jiaqing hurriedly said, no matter what, at least he would get Zhao An's contact information except the school today. Zhang Jiaqing believed that since Zhao An would come to him yesterday, it means that Zhao An must have made some plans, otherwise it would be impossible to give Zhang Jiaqing a Baohua Yangshen Pill for free.

Zhao An did not answer, but just walked into the school with Li Qingge. In this case, whoever is more calm will be more able to take the initiative, and whoever can get more benefits. What's more, Zhao An originally has the strength in the matter of Baohua Yangshen Pills.

Walking into the campus, Li Qingge glanced back and found that Zhang Jiaqing was still outside the school gate. Li Qingge couldn't help asking, "Did you see him after school today?"

"Qingqing, what do you think, I'll listen to you." Zhao An still looked the same.

"Zhao An, you are normal!" Li Qingge hugged his arms and said angrily, "I have goosebumps."

"You said this person... I don't listen to you, you are angry, I listen to you, you are angry, you are angry, you are unhappy when you compete with you, you are unhappy, you are gentle to you, you are angry." Zhao An shook his head and sighed.

"Who wants you to be gentle to me!" Li Qingge widened his eyes and said proudly: "This fact proves that I hate you no matter what!"

Zhao An proved himself that Li Qingge hated him, which made Li Qingge very happy. Many people said that he liked Zhao An, and Li Qingge was a little worried. Sure enough, he didn't need to worry about this issue. Zhao An hated him so much, how could he fall in love with him?

"To be honest, what do you think? You think I should talk to him today, so I will talk to him today. If I ignore him, I will ignore him." Zhao An asked seriously.

Li Qingge looked at Zhao An's serious expression and was stunned for a moment. A strange feeling appeared in his heart, as if it was a little sweet. It seemed that he was really not disgusted by being valued like this... Li Qingge was angry with his own feelings, "I hate you! I hate you the most!"

After saying that, Li Qingge ran into the classroom.

Zhao An was stunned. Why did she lose weight and understand Li Qingge? By the way, according to her own analysis, Li Qingge should not hate her. She should still have a good impression of herself. Now Zhao An is also sure that Li Qingge does not really hate her, but what kind of psychology and motivation does her performance have?

Zhao An was a little confused. Sure enough, a creature like a girl is extremely complex. With some psychological analysis books and research on behind-the-stop work, he is still a theoretical school. It is not that easy to really understand girls. To get along with girls like Li Qingge with ease, the main thing is to rely on exploring and testing in reality.

Today I am still thinking about asking Li Qingge to inquire about Lin Nanxiu, probably it is a big deal.

During class, Zhao An wrote a note and threw it to Li Qingge.

Li Qingge stared at the blackboard seriously, feeling the gaze projected around him, and then lowered his head to look at the notes crumpled on the table.

If you dare to throw out the notes to Li Qingge during class, it was Zhao An. The sights around you were undoubtedly because of this. You were not afraid of death and provoked Li Qingge, but Zhao An was the only one who was not punished to death. Many people began to wonder what the relationship between Li Qingge and Zhao An was...

Li Qingge didn't care what others thought, but thinking about Zhao An always provoked her unscrupulously and was not afraid of her at all, Li Qingge was still unhappy.

He glanced at the note, turned his head and looked at Zhao An again, and Li Qingge looked up at the blackboard again, ignoring the note.

After class, Li Qingge opened the note, which read, "Qingqing, I'll treat you to lunch..."

Li Qingge drew a stinky feces on the back of the note and threw them back.

Zhao An immediately threw the note over. Li Qingge took a look and was going crazy. The note read: "Qingqing, do you want me to treat you to a feces? Then let's go to the toilet and I'll take it to you, fresh."

"Zhao An, you are dead!" Li Qingge was furious and rushed towards Zhao An.

Zhao An quickly ran away.

Of course, Li Qingge will pursue this. If he can tolerate such a provocation, then he will not be Li Qingge.

After class at noon, there are always groups of people rushing to the cafeteria as soon as possible. At this time, the students who went to eat had already left. The classrooms and corridors were empty and ran out of the teaching building. There were not many people in the entire school.

Zhao An ran very fast and didn't have to worry about hitting someone. Li Qingge stepped on his long legs, but he had to run slower. After all, he was a skirt, so he could only hold it down with one hand to avoid floating up. Li Qingge couldn't help but regret it. He had known that he would have worn pants!

Running to the corner of the football field, Zhao An stopped and acted to climb the wall, but gave up.

Li Qingge was panting, spreading his arms to block the back, revealing a bit of smugness, "Run, I'll see where you go!"

Zhao An stopped running away, but just looked at Li Qingge with a smile, "It's not easy to pull you out and say a few words to you alone."

Li Qingge was stunned for a moment and immediately said, "Don't try to use your conspiracy to divert my anger. The note you wrote to me just now has sentenced you to death!"

"Whatever you think, I don't anger you so much, will you come out?" Zhao An said naturally.

Li Qingge looked at this remote location and didn't know why his heartbeat was a little beating, but he probably had been running just now, so his heartbeat was relatively fast. "I settle the score with you later. Tell me quickly. What kind of conspiracy do you have if you try to trick me into this place."

"There is no conspiracy, I just want to say something to you." Zhao An looked at Li Qingge in front of him, his long hair was a little messy because of running. His bangs were stroking his forehead, half covering his beautiful eyebrows, his cheeks had a faint blush, his moist lips were like a peach color, his hands were behind him, making his bulging chest more upright, and the girl's straight and close legs made her figure more slender, and the soft stockings carried the charm of a man like a fantasy.

"What... what... what..." Li Qingge suddenly had a very ridiculous imagination. According to the plots in countless story novels, TV movies and gossip, would Zhao An want to confess his love to him?

No... Zhao An doesn't like himself, he just likes to provoke himself, bully himself, provoke him, and mock him, but he will never like himself. He likes the kind of pretentious girl like Ye Luoluo. He may even like Zhang Hui and will not like him.

How could Zhao An like a girl like me who talks with him every day and looks disliked by him every day, and who is neither gentle nor knows how to act coquettishly and coquettishly?

When Li Qingge thought about this, he felt a lot of depression for no reason, and then he couldn't help thinking... What if... if... he lost his mind and became crazy, maybe he might make an example or assumption, he really confessed to himself, what should he do?
Chapter completed!