Chapter 2478 - 2270: Honorary Vice President (Part 3)
Chapter 2478: Chapter 2270: Honorary Vice President (Part 3)
Song Xiaodong merely quietly displayed his skill a little. After achieving the desired effect, he gently twiddled his index and middle fingers, spread his palm open again, and the silver needle that was there moments ago had disappeared.
Such a skill is hard to discern as real or fake. If Song Xiaodong can indeed bend a silver needle from thin air, then used in medical skill, those two silver needles could be transformed into omnipotent scalpels, as dexterous as fingers if used properly. Wouldn’t such a person qualify as a Divine Doctor?
But if what Song Xiaodong demonstrated is nothing more than a trick, not a real skill, then he would be nothing but a fraud, no different than those qigong masters with Special Abilities who were exposed on television earlier. As the saying goes, don’t look at advertisements, look at effectiveness. Acupuncture is ultimately for treating illnesses. Simply bending acupuncture needles doesn’t count as a skill; curing illnesses does.
In the moment, everyone wasn’t sure whether what Song Xiaodong demonstrated was real or merely a Blinding Technique, and fell silent. Song Xiaodong scanned the room and calmly sat down.
Zhao Dinghang too was initially impressed by Song Xiaodong’s trick, but after being stunned for a moment, he thought it might just be a minor illusion. So what if you manage to bend acupuncture needles? If you can’t heal illnesses, if you don’t understand acupuncture medicine, it’s useless.
Zhao Dinghang sneered again, twisted his body, and said to Song Xiaodong: "Acupuncture is about treating and curing illnesses quickly. We are physicians, not magicians. Bending silver needles doesn’t cure the patient’s illness. It’s all just show without substance. What’s the point?"
Song Xiaodong wasn’t interested in arguing with Zhao Dinghang, and took out his phone to continue playing games.
At this moment, a few more people entered the conference room, and among them an old man recognized Song Xiaodong and walked over in surprise.
"Mr. Song?" The old man asked Song Xiaodong in disbelief.
Song Xiaodong heard someone calling him, put down his phone, turned his head, and saw an old man with white hair whom he didn’t know.
"Yes, may I ask who you are?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"I’m sent by Director Lin. My surname is Lin, Lin Fengchun," the old man told Song Xiaodong.
"Oh... hello hello," Song Xiaodong hurriedly stood up to shake the old man’s hand.
"Mr. Song, I heard you are investing in a beverage factory recently. How’s the profitability looking?" Lin Fengchun asked Song Xiaodong.
Chapter 2272: Money Talks, Does It?
"Haven’t started making money yet; we’re still in the investment phase. But there won’t be any issues with sales next year; however, the supply of necessary medicinal materials for production is relatively unstable. This matter is a bit problematic. I’ve sent people to Beijing several times but haven’t completely resolved it," Song Xiaodong responded.
"Well, with the backing of Su Corporation and your status as a well-known entrepreneur from Minghe, managing a small herbal tea factory shouldn’t be a problem. I’m wondering why Mr. Song came to attend this acupuncture medicine academic conference, as Director Lin didn’t inform me in advance," Lin Fengchun said further.
"I was introduced. Looks like Old Lin is the representative from Minghe City for the acupuncture medicine conference!" Song Xiaodong said to Lin Fengchun.
"Mr. Song, don’t joke. With you here, how can it be my turn to represent!" Lin Fengchun waved repeatedly at Song Xiaodong.
Lin Fengchun wanted to sit down next to Song Xiaodong, but the seats at the conference were assigned by number, and there were people on both sides of Song Xiaodong. Lin Fengchun had no choice but to say to Song Xiaodong: "Mr. Song, I’ll go take my seat then."
"Please do," Song Xiaodong nodded.
"Hmph, I seem to have guessed correctly. No matter what, the organizers should have added another seat. Yet it turned out to be on one of my disciples. So biased, isn’t it? This is an acupuncture medicine conference, so what’s the point of bringing someone who runs a company?" Zhao Dinghang complained to the two acupuncture experts beside him angrily.
The two acupuncture experts beside Zhao Dinghang also became disgruntled upon hearing Zhao Dinghang’s words and looked at Song Xiaodong with disdain.
They had also overheard Song Xiaodong’s conversation with Lin Fengchun earlier and discovered that Song Xiaodong was a beverage factory owner, while everyone here were acupuncture doctors.
"What were the organizers thinking? If they intend to give face to the locals by allotting an extra seat, we would tolerate it. But they should cherish that seat and at least send someone appropriate. What kind of logic is it to send a beverage factory owner?" said the acupuncture expert on Zhao Dinghang’s left.
"Exactly, why bring an outsider to sit here? Such a precious opportunity for academic exchange discussion requires local representatives to at least be acupuncture doctors. Even if Ningjian Province and Minghe’s acupuncture medicine isn’t advanced, they should at least send a doctor to study and exchange ideas. Bringing a business owner to sit here, thinking having money is impressive? Did the organizers take money?" said the acupuncture expert on Zhao Dinghang’s right, casting a disdainful glance at Song Xiaodong.