Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 229 I don’t want to die!

in the office.

Sun Nanmu found a bag and handed it to Qingmu: "Mr. Qingmu, pack up the book.

You leave first, in case that rag collector starts causing trouble.

I’ll take care of it.”

Aoki took out a medical book. The edges of the old book were worn out and the sharp corners became much rounder.

On the cover of the book were written four large characters: "The Confucian Way of Serving Parents."

The characters "门" and "亲" are still traditional Chinese characters.

Aoki looked at the book with deep emotion, "I have to say, your history is brilliant. It's admirable that you could write such a masterpiece."

If all these books were collected in my country, Chinese herbal medicine would surely reach the pinnacle of world medicine."

As he spoke, he subconsciously opened the book and browsed.

Sun Nanmu curled his lips, thinking Qingmu was really ridiculous.

Traditional Chinese medicine has been eliminated, and I don’t know why the Japanese treat it as a treasure.

He wanted to ask when he could go to Japan.

Seeing Aoki flipping through the pages so intently, he didn't dare to disturb him and could only wait patiently.

Mr. Aoki read a few pages and exclaimed in amazement: "Bloodletting therapy... shocking, shocking!

A miracle of medicine!

A stroke of genius! "

Seeing him so excited, Sun Nanmu couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Aoki, is this book really that good?" Mr. Aoki exclaimed, "It's even more amazing than I said."

Sun Nanmu was even more puzzled: "In fact, here, in newspapers and news, there are often articles questioning traditional Chinese medicine.

Some people say that traditional Chinese medicine is feudal superstition.

Some people say that traditional Chinese medicine is pseudoscience.

Some people also say that traditional Chinese medicine is a scam.

I don’t even believe in Chinese medicine anymore, why do you praise it so highly?

Is there any misunderstanding?"

When Aoki heard this, he suddenly smiled and said, "I'm glad that you think so.

It seems that the money we spent on cultivating talents and forming public opinion propaganda has been effective.

The Anti-TCM Association has accused TCM of eight major offenses, claiming that TCM is a stumbling block to human medicine... These are all the results of our advertising spending."

Sun Nanmu was shocked when he heard this. He never expected that what he saw was actually the publicity that Qingmu paid for.

He suddenly seemed to understand something and pointed at the comic manuscripts sent by Aoki that were waiting to be published and asked, "Could it be that these comics also have the same effect?"

Qingmu raised his thumb and said, "Sun-san, you are very smart.

When you go to Japan in the future, your job will be to be responsible for public opinion propaganda.

I'm telling you this, and it's not against the rules."

Sun Nanmu felt numb all over, as if he had lived in a primeval forest since he was a child and had never seen the outside world.

The first time I walked out of the forest and into the city.

I saw tall buildings, cars, and airplanes. The shock of that pinnacle worldview was beyond words!

“Is this making a mountain out of a molehill?

Is it really necessary to go to such great lengths to seize Traditional Chinese Medicine?"

Aoki shook his head slightly: "You... are short-sighted.

Without a sense of crisis, the Yamato people have poor land and scarce resources. What should they do if they want to become a powerful country?

grab!

Take it!

偷！

Only by doing everything possible can we possess more and become a strong nation."

Sun Nanmu was stunned when he heard this. He originally thought that he would get a green card, become a Japanese citizen, and live a good life.

I didn't expect that from Aoki's words, it seemed that Japan was not a good place.

It was even a poor and remote place. He seemed to have gone to the wrong place.

I feel an inexplicable sense of loss in my heart.

At the same time, I think Qingmu's statement is problematic: "If it is a night-shining pearl, if you snatch it away, it will be yours.

But traditional Chinese medicine is something that cannot be stolen, robbed, or taken away.

Although Chinese medicine is declining, its tradition still exists.”

Aoki shook his head: “What you said is true, but as long as you want, there will always be a way.

If the Yamato people want to learn Chinese medicine, it is not difficult. They just need to send three thousand students.

But... after learning Chinese medicine, I only learned it.

Traditional Chinese medicine is not yet of the Yamato people.

If we want to make traditional Chinese medicine disappear from this land, we should continuously promote the superstition of traditional Chinese medicine, list its crimes and its unscientific nature for decades to make everyone believe that traditional Chinese medicine is ignorant.

From then on, no one in this land believed in traditional Chinese medicine.

Traditional Chinese medicine naturally disappeared from this land.

Then we inherited traditional Chinese medicine and carried it forward.

Traditional Chinese medicine belongs only to the Yamato people.

This is what it means to seize traditional Chinese medicine."

Sun Nanmu's eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he heard this. This plan... was too grand.

Moreover, it is a long-term plan spanning decades, with an unprecedented length of time and breadth of scope.

But if you think about it carefully, even he believes that traditional Chinese medicine is unscientific, which only means that they have succeeded.

Traditional Chinese medicine has been stolen.

Originally thought of as feudal superstition, Traditional Chinese Medicine turned out to be so valuable that people like Qingmu spent so much effort to seize it. He thought that Traditional Chinese Medicine was worthless, but the Japanese were so deliberate and spent decades stealing it.

If someone immigrates, it is like living in a wealthy family but not knowing that he is wealthy.

He took a poor guy as his godfather.

After becoming a family with his godfather, he discovered that his godfather's family was penniless, and he had to go back to steal from his original family to make a living.

Is it necessary to recognize this godfather?

Does he still need to immigrate?

Zhi吖吖~

Suddenly the door was pushed open.

Sun Nanmu took a look and saw a young man in ordinary clothes standing at the door.

Not an employee of the publishing house.

He wasn't wearing courier clothes either.

He immediately flew into a rage: "What are you doing? Who told you to open the door?

roll! "

What he discussed with Aoki must be kept secret, otherwise something big would definitely happen.

So he was extremely angry when the door was pushed open rashly.

blah blah~

Ye Changqing walked into the office with a cold face when he saw "The Confucian Way of Caring for Parents" in Qingmu's hand.

His eyes suddenly became sharp.

Seeing Ye Changqing actually walked in, Sun Nanmu stood up suddenly, pointed at Ye Changqing and shouted angrily: "Can't you fucking hear me?

I told you to get out!

If you don’t get out of here, I’ll call security…”

slap~

A palm-leaf fan slapped him in the face with a piercing sound, interrupting his mid-sentence.

Ah ~

Sun Nanmu cried out in pain. The slap was so hard that it made him see stars and his body stagger.

He held onto the table with his hands to avoid falling to the ground.

Ye Changqing walked towards Qingmu and stretched out his hand: "Give me the book!"

When Qing Mu heard that the request was for the book “Rumen Shiqin”, a ferocious look appeared on his face: “I want this book!

Have you lived enough?

If you don’t want to die, get out!”

Serving parents as a Confucianist is his greatest achievement after so many years of activity.

He would kill anyone who dared to take possession of this book.

slap~

A slap landed on Qingmu's face, causing him to see stars and stagger. His hand loosened and the book "Rumen Shiqin" fell to the ground.

Ye Changqing reached out and grabbed the book as soon as it left Qingmu's hand.

Sun Nanmu was frightened and panicked when he saw that Ye Changqing dared to hit Qingmu: "You...you are crazy!

do you know who he is?

He is a friend of Japan.

You dare to hit a foreign guest? You're in big trouble!"

Japanese?

A cold light flashed in Ye Changqing's eyes, and he punched forward.

Use the Bone Crushing Fist again.

Click~

Qingmu's sternum was broken, and Ye Changqing's fist sank an inch deep into his chest.

Blood immediately gushed out, staining the clothes on his chest red.

The blood continued to flow down the clothes and dripped onto the ground.

The office was filled with the smell of blood.

The small space was filled with primitive killing and heart-pounding blood.

Sun Nanmu turned pale with fear: "You...you are crazy...you killed him...do you know what the consequences will be?"

Ye Changqing frowned, picked up the stool and walked towards Sun Nanmu: "You talk too much!"

Sun Nanmu was startled. Ye Changqing's madness terrified him. He stepped back and shouted, "You...you stop...don't come over here.

I tell you!

I have already immigrated, I am from Japan, you dare to touch me..." Ye Changqing's pupils suddenly shrank.

He swung the chair in his hand and smashed it down on his head.

Click~

The stool fell apart.

Sun Nan's head was broken and bleeding, with two holes on his head and blood gushing out.

Sun Nanmu was horrified: "You...how dare you..."

After saying that, he fell to the ground with a thud and his body began to twitch.

My legs kept twitching.

After a while, the noise gradually became smaller and finally stopped.

Aoki covered his chest and breathed heavily, his facial expression distorted and sweat dripping from his forehead.

It hurts too much.

For the first time, I felt this kind of pain like a tide, drowning my whole body. Life seemed to slip away with the blood, drop by drop.

The strong desire to survive made him plead for life: "Save me... Please take me to the hospital.

I don't want to die! "