What they talked about later, Song Qingyou didn't listen to a word, her mind was filled with the sacred mountains, hypothermia, and praying to Buddha.

Fu Wenzhou never told her these things, and neither did Song Chang.

Thin pains surged into her heart, and all the flesh and blood in her body seemed to be torn apart. Song Qingyou suppressed the tons of pain in her heart, slowly raised her head, and looked at Fu Wenzhou, without making a sound, just looking at him silently.

Fu Wenzhou was afraid of her scolding, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little urgent: "I have a sense of propriety, I can't die. Youyou, don't you know how exaggerated Gu Bai's mouth is?"

Gu Bai snorted: "What's wrong with my mouth? Isn't what I said the truth? Besides, you are... stupid! Just shut up."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Wenzhou stopped him with a look, and he hummed and said no more.

Song Qingyou took a deep breath, and her fingertips slowly covered the string of escaping beads on her wrist. This string of beads was also begged for her by him.

Fu Wenzhou, a young, frivolous, arrogant and wanton person who never believed in gods and Buddhas, would kneel down and pray for her three times and nine times.

She couldn't tell what it felt like. She only knew that her heart was filled with sourness.

In the environment she lived in since she was young, no one would do this for her. Those people would only compare interests and weigh gains and losses, so this was all she learned.

Fu Wenzhou was an accident and a special case in her life. This man only cared about himself and regarded her as his life.

Song Qingyou thought, what would he do if she really died in the future?

After all, her disease cannot be cured. How can she cure the chronic disease that she has carried with her since birth?

The teacher said the year before last that she only had three to five years left in her life. Song Qingyou had never wanted to live more than now.

For the first time, the desire to survive outweighed the desire for revenge. She wanted to survive and spend her whole life with Fu Wenzhou. She hoped that their life could be very long, not just these short three or five years.

Song Qingyou said nothing, but lightly scratched the man's palm.

Fu Wenzhou suddenly froze, his eyes darkened instantly, and his eyes locked tightly on Song Qingyou.

Song Qingyou raised her eyes, released Fu Wenzhou's hand, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and slowly stood up: "This is the first time Wenzhou has brought me to meet friends, so I should toast you all with this glass of wine."

Everyone looked stunned.

Fu Wenzhou frowned and tried to take the wine glass from her hand: "Youyou, you can't drink."

Song Qingyou pinched his earlobe and said softly: "A glass of wine doesn't matter. They are all your friends. As your girlfriend, this glass of wine is what I should toast."

Everyone present looked at each other, everyone knew what Song Qingyou meant by this glass of wine.

Fu Wenzhou lowered his eyebrows, his anger showing, "If you want to respect me, they will respect you too."

Everyone held their breath in silence. Some of the people in this circle were friends, and some were competitors, enemies, and friends. However, the title of the Ninth Young Master of the Capital was not given casually. These eight people represented the top power in the Capital. Whose

No one is lower in status than anyone else.

This glass of wine is Song Qingyou's toast. They can drink it. Turn it upside down and no one will make any move.

Gu Bai glanced around, pushed away the stool, and picked up the wine in front of him: "Here, let me make a toast first."

He drank the whole glass of wine with a playful smile and then pulled Xu Zezhan next to him: "Get up, Wenzhou finally brought his sweetheart who he has been thinking about for so many years, and you don't even give him any face?"

Xu Zezhan curled his lips and stood up, "Yes, I respect you, brother and sister."

Yan Shaoqin clicked his tongue: "Song Qingyou, we are partners. Logically speaking, no one needs to toast this glass of wine, but since I'm here today, I can't break the mad dog's rules. Come on, I'll toast you."

Liang Muchuan smiled and said, "Everyone respects you, so I can't be the exception."

Immediately afterwards, Shen Guannan, Jiang Zhiyuan, Chu Fan, and Gu Ruo all stood up, and each toasted Song Qingyou a glass of wine.

Song Qingyou's eyes moved slightly, her fingertips holding the cup slowly tightened, and she smiled at them, "Thank you."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.

After drinking, she choked a few times and her face turned red from coughing. Gu Bai and the others were startled, fearing that something bad would happen to her if she drank again.

Fu Wenzhou's face was gloomy and somewhat ugly, and his whole body exuded a strong aura of violence.

Song Qingyou squeezed the back of his hand and comforted him: "I'm fine, I just choked."

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips tightly and poured her a cup of hot tea.

After the hot tea went down her throat, Song Qingyou's throat felt much better and she sat down slowly.

Gu Ruo looked at Song Qingyou's delicate side face and was stunned for a few seconds: "When Chu Fan first brought me to see them, there was no such big fight."

Song Qingyou covered her lips and coughed lightly. She was doing business, and she would deal with them in many places in the future. These people held the economic lifeline of the capital. Fu Wenzhou brought her here today to show her identity and position. In the future, she would have to work in the capital. It went very smoothly.

She looked at Gu Ruo and said nothing. She only smiled faintly at her as a response.

The group of people drank for a while, and Shen Guannan suddenly turned the conversation to Song Qingyou: "You... the peak pharmaceutical company under Fu Tingshen's name is now in your hands?"

Song Qingyou nodded: "Yes, what?"

Chu Fandao said: "A new batch of drugs have been released abroad and are said to be able to treat leukemia. They are currently looking for domestic agents. You and Shaoqin's Dingsheng Pharmaceutical Company may wish to give it a try."

Jiang Zhiyuan tapped the table with his fingertips rhythmically: "If we win this agent, Dingsheng Pharmaceutical's profit this year is estimated to be five times that of previous years."

Song Qingyou frowned slightly, what is the concept of five times, and what kind of medicine can achieve such a huge profit?

Yan Shaoqin swung his glass and said, "There are already five or six domestic pharmaceutical companies that want to bid, including Taiye Group, which is number one in the industry, and Lancheng, which just went public overseas this year. Dingsheng wants to compete with these two companies. I’m fed up with the competition among families.”

Song Qingyou said solemnly: "I am planning to open a research and development department in Dingsheng recently to recruit a group of technical talents in the medical field and research and development equipment. These will cost a lot of money. I guess I won't have any extra money to bid."

Yan Shaoqin raised his eyebrows: "R&D department?"

He has been studying the pharmaceutical industry for the past two years, including the current company Shiyu, which also has drug research and development projects and has invested a lot of money in it. However, the cost of research and development is too high and no results can be seen in a short period of time. It is an everyday job. Burning money.

He was already considering abandoning the project.

Instead of holding on to the idea of ​​​​research and development, it is better to continue the path before the heyday, be an agent of drugs, earn a middle price difference, and save worry and trouble.

Shen Guannan looked at Song Qingyou with a more profound look: "Are you planning to do drug research and development?"

"Yes." Song Qingyou said with a cold expression: "There are very few technical talents in the country. Many industries, including scientific research, have too many talents flowing abroad. It is not easy for the country to cultivate talents. It is not that everyone does not want to work in the country, but they lack a good environment. and wages and benefits. Instead of waiting for others to poach people from our country and sell the results of research and development back to our people at high prices, we should set up an R&D department to change the current closed loop."

Several people at the dinner table looked at each other. They were born in the imperial city and know the domestic difficulties better than anyone else. However, it is not easy to change the general environment that has been formed over the years.

Jiang Zhiyuan asked with great interest: "Where is your plan?"

Song Qingyou said quietly: "Let's test the waters in Dingsheng first. If the results meet expectations, we can set them up across the country."

Gu Bai was speechless: "Do you know how big an investment this is?"

Jiang Zhiyuan asked: "Then how do you balance your income and expenditure?"

Song Qingyou's eyes flickered, and her eyes were a little sad.

She has not yet thought of a solution to this problem. Dingsheng is not hers alone. Yan Shaoqin also holds 49% of the shares. According to Dingsheng's current profit, if it is invested in the R&D department, it will only be able to achieve an even balance between income and expenditure, and will no longer be able to achieve profitability.

The air was stagnant for a moment.

An indifferent and cold voice broke the silence.

It's wrapped in a bit of nonchalance.
Chapter completed!