Chapter 499

At the end of the Wallis Annenberg performing arts center, it was late at night in the Pacific time zone of the United States. Couples who have just returned from the Hollywood open-air theater fill the streets of Los Angeles with happy laughter, while shaky drunks and heavily made-up prostitutes can always be seen in the dark corners.

This is a romantic and dirty time. It is the best time for lovers' trysts and drug dealers.

After leaving Beverly Hills, Hou Biao stared nervously at the road ahead and listened to the safety warning from his headphones.

A drunk rushed out and jumped on the front of the Cadillac driven by Hou Biao. Hou Biao did not brake, and his hands always firmly grasped the steering wheel. The front of the car slammed the drunk away. The body just shook slightly and drove on smoothly.

Two men in black rushed out of the night and dragged the drunk who was knocked down by a car into the shadow of the corner. These are the people sent by the Los Angeles gang. Without them, Hou Biao would never have been so easy along the way.

Mei was really tired. When he returned to the presidential suite of the Hilton Hotel, he soaked himself in the jacuzzi. The dense rose aroma reminded him of his pipe. He mistakenly estimated the comfort of the bathtub in the presidential suite and thought he would go out soon, so the pipe was placed on the table outside.

He heard a knock on the door. Mei Ziqing shouted outside the door, "Professor, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" said the professor lazily. "I just miss my pipe!"

Before long, Mei Ziqing opened the bathroom door, came in with a pipe that had been refilled, put the match and pipe on the table beside the bathtub, and said with a smile:

"I thought you were asleep! You've never taken such a long bath!"

When Mei Tao saw the pipe, she cheered up, wiped her hands with a towel, put the pipe into her mouth and said:

"It's so lacking! It's never been so lacking. The minds of these rich people and politicians are more elusive than the position of Electronics!"

The professor struck a match, sent the flame into the mouth of his pipe and took a pleasant breath.

Mei Ziqing went behind the professor, squatted down, put her hands on his shoulders and kneaded them gently.

The professor snorted and took a long breath of white smoke: "comfortable!" I don't know whether he was talking about comfortable smoking or comfortable pinching plum green.

Mei Ziqing said with a smile, "teacher, get up and let me help you press it. It's really too tired!"

"Oh?" Mei duo suddenly remembered that this was her own student, not the invited masseur, and quickly waved her hand, "forget it, forget it, you're tired, don't need it."

"Teacher, do you think my technique is unprofessional?"

"No, your hands shouldn't be used for this."

"But you are my teacher. It's a student's honor to work for the teacher. As long as the teacher is willing, students can do anything..."

Mei Tui suddenly rudely interrupted her: "don't say, no matter who I am, your hand shouldn't do this! The hand of a scientist is precious, noble and irreplaceable! You should use it to hold the stars, move the atoms and disperse the dark clouds of the universe in front of us, not to massage a bad old man!"

Mei Ziqing had never seen a professor so rough and fierce. She was at a loss: "Professor... I..."

Mei tried to wave: "I may be really tired... You go out first." he thought his shoulders were a little sour, so he added, "if you want to give me a massage, find a professional person, oh, preferably a man. Also, you'd better know a little Chinese medicine, oh, you'd better pull out the cupping. I may smoke too much!"

Mei Ziqing asked, "what's the relationship between smoking and cupping?"

Mei Zhuo said, "the lungs control the fur. Pulling out the jar can clear the turbid Qi of the lungs... Oh, you don't need to understand this. The art industry has a specialty. Don't learn from me, an old man. You have to learn everything. If I specialize in one, maybe..."

He glanced at the ceiling, sighed and stopped talking.

Mei Ziqing left. Before long, Hou Biao came in and asked, "Professor, did you call a doctor?"

"Doctor? Oh, yes, yes, did you come so soon?" Mei tried to feel that she had been soaking for a long time. She stood up from the bathtub and asked, "is it a man or a woman? Can you cupping and acupuncture?"

Hou Biao said, "man, I don't know if I can cupping. I need to check his origin to ensure your safety."

Mei Xu said, "don't be so nervous. If it's a big deal, just stand by. I just want to do a massage and pull out a cupping."

Hou Biao said, "Professor, you can't relax your vigilance. Today's painting exhibition is obviously a conspiracy. Why don't you let me check them?"

Mei Tuo has listened to Biao say what he met at the exhibition: "there's nothing to check. These paintings are Ronald Cohen's private collection. Since Cohen doesn't appear, he has naturally been on guard. We don't need to fight them head-on, which will easily lead to passivity. Aoki and Professor Su are not here, our strength is too weak, you, me and Ziqing..."

Hou Biao said, "there are also people from the Los Angeles Chinese gang."

"Oh, yes, I should thank them." Mei tried to get dressed and walked out of the bathroom. "You help me arrange it. Before I go back, I'll pay a visit to Mr. Wolff. Oh, I heard he's not feeling well, so meet his son and laugh at Wolff."

Hou Biao wrote down the professor's orders, then helped him open the door and accompanied the professor to the bedroom. Mei Ziqing was waiting there.

At this time, the voice of his subordinates came from the headset: "the person has verified, and the background is OK."

Hou Biao nodded to Mei Ziqing. Mei Ziqing asked the professor, "now invite that traditional Chinese medicine in?"

"OK, let him in. Oh, how did you find him so quickly?"

Mei Ziqing said, "my friend in Los Angeles recommended it. Although he is Japanese, he likes traditional Chinese medicine and often does massage and acupuncture."

Mei nodded and said, "I hope your Japanese friends and I have the same understanding of traditional Chinese medicine."

Mei Ziqing smiled and said, "just try."

Then she went out and brought in the doctor waiting outside in the living room.

The man was thirty or forty years old. When he came in, he stood there smiling. The wind and frost on his face showed that he was a man with rich experience. His hair was cut very short and a little white could be seen on his temples. Wearing a crisp cashmere windbreaker and a clean scarf around his neck, he looks energetic and friendly on the whole, giving people a sense of stability and trust.

He said, "Hello, Professor, I've heard a lot about you!"

Mei Tui said, "nice to meet you. Where did you learn Chinese medicine? What did you know?"

The man said, "I'm self-taught, sir."

"Self taught?" the professor was surprised, but also appreciated. "Few people are willing to admit that they are self-taught. They usually say that they are inherited from a famous old traditional Chinese medicine, or simply ancestral."

"Yes, sir." the man's answer was simple, as reliable as his appearance.

"What did you do originally? Why did you study traditional Chinese medicine?"

"I am a surgeon and graduated from Erasmus University in Rotterdam. I study traditional Chinese medicine to verify that different methods and ideas have the same goal in scientific practice."

"What about the effect?"

"Very well, sir."

"Well, my intuition tells me that you are more reliable than those who claim to practice medicine from generation to generation." Mei Wang knocked on her pipe. "What's your name?"

"My name is Huang Liang, sir."