Chapter 2117: with translation of chapter title

Xie Yiren linked arms with Lin Wan, walking ahead. Zheng Ren carried various Shou Bing instruments, feeling that Lin Wan's position should belong to him.

"Zheng Ren, my dad and Su Yun have come back; they're waiting for us downstairs," Xie Yiren said.

"……" — that sentence knocked Zheng Ren's unrealistic idea into the dust.

Damn it.

However, having just finished an ultra-perfect Shou Bing, Zheng Ren was still immersed in a state of invincibility and unstoppable might, so his fear of Ning Shu wasn't that strong.

Silently reciting little bok choy, Zheng Ren quickly recovered.

At such times, Zheng Ren, bolstered by the Surgery Room King state, felt less pressure in his heart.

Going downstairs, I saw Ning Shu and Su Yun talking about something. Seeing several people come down, Su Yun stepped forward to meet them, and suddenly his steps halted.

"I…" Su Yun shouted.

"Boss, you usually don't put any heart into Shou Bing, do you!" Su Yun said.

"No." Zheng Ren replied helplessly.

"Still saying no! Look at Aunt Lin after the Shou Bing—she looks ten years younger!" Su Yun said… that's basically the truth.

While chattering, a large cotton candy drifted from the horizon, enveloping his heart, and Su Yun's heart was filled with infinite shadow.

Our Boss's Shou Bing is indeed awesome; Su Yun has to admit it whether he likes it or not.

But being good at Shou Bing isn't scary; the key is that this guy seems to have no limit—difficulties like "a hundred-foot pole" basically don't exist for him.

The Shou Bing Zheng Ren performed yesterday on Lin JiaoJiao, Su Yun believed, leads existing cosmetic techniques and Shou Bing by at least ten years.

However, after seeing Lin Wan, that time was refreshed again.

Boss leads everyone in cosmetic procedures by twenty… no! At least thirty years!

Su Yun dares to say that, given the current pace of Technique progress, it's uncertain whether a genius will appear in thirty years capable of performing cosmetic Shou Bing at this level.

Moreover, it requires a genius and a fortunate coincidence to achieve that.

Seeing Lin Wan's radiant face, Su Yun's heart was nearly filled with infinite despair. How come, no matter how hard I try, I can't get close to our own Boss?

Not only that, he even has an illusion—the harder he tries, the farther away the Boss feels.

Really infuriating.

"Su Yun, go home; tonight I won't invite you to dinner at my place," Ning Shu said lightly.

"Oh, okay, Ning Shu." Su Yun, having no time to sort out his psychological shadow, gave Zheng Ren a look that said a thousand words.

I don't even know if this guy can understand what I want to say.

Speaking too much in front of Ning Shu, that old fox, only makes things worse.

Better let the Boss handle it himself; it should be fine.

However, Su Yun isn't too worried either; he saw Zheng Ren with a calm face, emanating an aura of invincibility.

He's happy about the Shou Bing, you say this person… Su Yun watched Zheng Ren get into the car and just shook his head.

He probably wouldn't say something he shouldn't, completely lacking any sense of pressure, would he?

That thought flashed in Su Yun's mind and then vanished without a trace.

There's nothing to worry about; after performing Shou Bing on his mother-in-law to this extent, if anything changes, Su Yun feels his worldview would collapse outright.

What is the ultimate flattery? The Boss has already taken it to the extreme; Su Yun can't imagine any means that could do better.

With Xie Yiren's affection settled and his mother-in-law's joy, Ning Shu? He's hardly a fierce dragon—just a tiny loach, unable to stir up any waves.

After the Volvo drove off, Su Yun finally dared to mutter complaints about Ning Shu in his heart.

This person is very powerful, too powerful.

Ning Shu's negotiation skills and mastery of people's hearts have reached the point of perfection.

The negotiation that had been stalled began to loosen after he joined. Ning Shu is like an icebreaker ship, charging forward, cracking the thick ice with creaking sounds.

Su Yun knows he's still young and hasn't grasped some timing well. Today he learned a lot from Ning Shu, and soon he himself will make great progress.

Catching up to Ning Shu seems possible by age thirty. But the Boss… Su Yun thought of that guy's invincible, righteous aura and sighed deeply.

……

"Ning Shu, any progress on the negotiation?" Zheng Ren asked from the back seat of the Volvo.

He seems to have returned to normal; at least ordinary chit-chat can proceed.

"Not bad, it can be settled in three to five days. Su Yun didn't say—what's your bottom line?" Ning Shu asked.

"No particular bottom line; Ning Shu, you can negotiate as far as you can." Zheng Ren felt confident inside, not seeing himself as the big boss.

The real big boss is sitting right in front of me.

"Dad, how did the talk go?" Xie Yiren helped Zheng Ren out of the awkwardness.

Ning Shu briefly outlined the negotiation process, estimating a high chance of acquiring the Technique, and the cost won't be too high.

After all, everyone knows that to spread the Technique quickly, Zheng Ren is the key. It's not that others can't do it, but if someone else took over, it would take at least three years longer to materialize.

By then, 5G will already be surging into its rapid development phase; Zheng Lao Ban can just pick up some Technique here and already have seized the early Advantage.

Promoting the Apricot Grove Garden Surgery Livestream Room—this point nobody can ignore.

Therefore, the subtle mental maneuvers of all parties are clear to Ning Shu; after a few rounds of pulling and striking, the other side softens.

With Ning Shu present, the start of work promotion is quick, Zheng Ren thought.

"Zheng Ren, Director Lao Chen, do you still remember?" Ning Shu suddenly asked.

"I remember." Zheng Ren nodded.

"He asked me to bring back a Photo for you." Ning Shu took out a Photo from their last departure from Rongcheng from his bag and handed it to Zheng Ren.

Looking at the Photo of himself with a bruised nose and swollen face, Zheng Ren didn't find it funny; he just felt the Photo was as heavy as a stone.

In the background, the glorious slogan of the Chinese people—"Invincible in Battle"—fluttered in the wind, and faintly one could hear the rustling of hunting sounds.

"Director Lao Chen says, thank you for your help." Ning Shu said this formally in a deep voice.

"That's what should... be." Zheng Ren looked at the photo, his thoughts seemed to return to that period of time.

"Director Chen said, if you have time, come to Rongcheng as a guest; many doctors want to invite you for a meal." Xie Ning said this, smiling slightly.

"Okay." Zheng Ren looked at that photo and nodded.

Beneath his feet there seemed to be endless aftershocks, and all around him were the painful cries of the severely injured.

That period of time wasn't long; from departure to the end it was only about a week.

But this period was like a high-temperature steel furnace, tempering Zheng Ren once.

"You've done well, keep working hard." Xie Ning said.

Zheng Ren looked at the photo and nodded firmly.

In his mind, the fist reaching out toward him suddenly appeared, and Zheng Ren instinctively threw a punch, colliding.

Rest assured, I will work very hard!