Chapter 1182

Jin Sanyou roared angrily, "can't you do this after the cure?"

Lin Chengfei rolled his eyes and said, "what if you don't admit it? I can't believe in the character of your Korean people. "

Jin Sanyou suddenly became angry.

He said to the bodyguard beside him, "it's in the bag beside me. Take it out."

The bodyguard immediately bent down, picked up a black bag on Jin Sanyou's stretcher, opened the zipper, and took out a sandalwood box from inside.

Jin Sanyou looks at the box and nods. The bodyguard holds the box and comes to Lin Chengfei.

When Lin Chengfei opened the box, he saw a book with a blue cover, on which were written a few words: miscellaneous notes, followed by a signature, Kong Qiu.

In the spring and Autumn period, when you look at the typefaces, you can see all kinds of feelings. Moreover, there is a strong sense of truth in them.

This real Qi is too strong. Lin Chengfei just glanced at it and felt dizzy.

Only he, the descendant of the holy gate of books, can feel this genuine Qi. Ordinary people and even other monks, when holding this book, are just like ordinary ancient books.

Because what Lin Chengfei practiced was also the practice of sage Kong.

Only those who practice this skill can find some enlightenment between the lines of Confucius, so that they can practice more quickly and smoothly.

For Lin Chengfei, this is really a treasure.

Lin Chengfei put away Kongsheng's hand book with strong resistance.

Then, he called the old prince.

"Mr. Wang, find some reporters and come to yixinyuan. Mr. Jin has something to talk about with the reporters." Lin Chengfei said with a smile.

The old prince was immediately excited and said, "is it done?"

"It's done!" Lin Chengfei said.

"I knew that I would never make any mistakes when I came to you." The old prince praised happily, then said: "you wait, the reporter will arrive in ten minutes."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Chengfei looked at the clock on the wall and reminded Jin Sanyou kindly: "don't worry, the reporter will be here in ten minutes."

Jin Sanyou really wants to scold. Can I be in a hurry? The dying are not, are they?

Mr. Wang really did what he said. Ten minutes later, three reporters came in.

"Mr. Lin, are you looking for us?" One of them said, "I'm a reporter from Huaxia daily. Please let me know if you have any orders."

"Mr. Lin, I'm the chief reporter of Langxin news. Are you looking for us this time for something to do with the Korean people?"

There is another person who is a reporter of Tianyi news, the first news platform in China. As soon as these three people arrive, as long as they send out what they have seen and heard, it almost means that people all over the world know.

"Do you have a recorder?" Lin Chengfei asked.

"Yes The three quickly took out the recorder from their bags.

Lin Chengfei pointed to Jin Sanyou and said, "Mr. Jin wants to repent because he has done something wrong. He wants to disclose some secret things to the public, so he asked three of you to come here, please."

As soon as the eyes of the three reporters were bright, their keen sense of smell told them that there might be a big news today.

They immediately came to Jin Sanyou, someone directly took out the camera: "Mr. Jin, do you have anything to say?"

Jin Sanyou sighed and said: "some time ago, Korea and Huaxia held a traditional culture competition. They competed in Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting respectively. In advance, we had a rule that anyone who cheated in the competition would have to admit defeat."

"In the competition of guzheng, weiqi and calligraphy, we all lost, lost to the masters of China. Even in the final painting competition, we still lost in a mess."

As Jin Sanyou recalled, he said: "at that time, I was very unwilling, so I asked the old prince of China to add another project, poetry and ode. In poetry, our teacher Zhang Jinhui has a deep foundation, and we think we can win this time."

"However, when the competition was about to start, I still felt uneasy, so I secretly put a piece of paper in the pocket of our opponent, Mr. Yun Qingyang, on which many poems were written in small block letters. Then, at the beginning, we deliberately exposed Mr. Yun Qingyang's cheating."

"Only when Huaxia cheated, the projects we lost before will be written off. This is the only hope for us to win, so I did it. Several days later, the more I thought about it, the more I felt uneasy. The more I thought about it, the more I felt sorry for Huaxia, the old prince and Mr. Yun Qingyang."

"Here, I sincerely apologize to Huaxia, to the Lord, and to Yun Qingyang I'm sorry

With these words, Jin Sanyou closed his eyes powerlessly.

He knew that after he had said these words, it was over.

Koryo has no chance to turn the tables again As the birthplace of poetry, song and Fu, Korea has no qualification to compete with China.However, he only said about the game, but did not say what the stakes were. This is an official secret of the two countries, which is not convenient for the people to know.

Lin Chengfei didn't force him either. That's enough.

"Did you record it?" Lin Chengfei asked three reporters.

The eyes of the three reporters were full of excitement. They nodded and said, "it's recorded."

"Go back and send it right away." Lin Chengfei said.

"I understand!"

The three reporters left happily.

This kind of big news, they can dig up the first-hand information, it's just a piece of luck!

"I have done what I promised you!" Jin Sanyou said in a low voice, "can you save us now?"

"Of course

Lin Chengfei took out the needle, and without hesitation, pricked it in the abdomen of four people.

It's just one shot.

However, no matter Jin Sanyou or Zhang Jinhui, or the other two, they all felt relaxed, refreshed and full of spirit.

"Well, you can go." Lin Chengfei put away the needle and said faintly.

Jin Sanyou exclaimed, "this That's good? "

"You don't know what your body is like?" Lin Chengfei asked.

Jin Sanyou felt it seriously, but he really felt that his chest was stuffy, he couldn't breathe, and he felt the pain of cutting all over his body. This feeling disappeared.

He felt that he could climb the fifth floor without any difficulty.

However, this kind of disease should not be particularly difficult to treat? Otherwise, the whole hospital in Beijing would not be able to do anything?

Even if Lin Chengfei can cure them, he should take great efforts to cure them. How can they all be cured in just a few seconds?