At seven o'clock in the morning, the alarm clock rang twice before Chen Feng got up from the bed.

I practiced until about one o'clock in the morning last night and ate all the P. cinerea mushrooms, although the panel data did not improve.

But he estimated that his physical fitness should have improved by about 0.03.

Chen Feng rubbed his face and touched his cell phone from the bedside.

There are two unread messages hanging on the screen, from the neighbor sister Zhou Rou.

Zhou Rou: "Xiao Feng, I'm working overtime today and Saturday at the company. Come to the company to find me."

Zhou Rou: "I sent you the address, Tianheng Medical Jincheng Branch. Just tell me at the front desk when you get there."

Chen Feng then remembered that he had promised Sister Rou that he would go to see her on Saturday.

There were so many things going on these days that he had forgotten all about them.

He sent back a message: "Okay, come right over."

Then he got up to wash up, changed into clean clothes, put his phone and keys and went out.

…

Jincheng is not that big.

It's not ranked high in the country, but it's only average in Donghu Province.

The population is over three million, and the economy is neither good nor bad. Being able to support a Jincheng University is already considered the city's best business card.

Chen Feng came out of the rental house and took the bus to the city center for forty minutes.

After getting off the car and walking five hundred meters east along Central Street, a twenty-story glass-walled office building appeared in view.

On the front of the building, there are four large gilded characters - "Tianheng Medicine".

Tianheng Pharmaceutical Group is one of the top ten elixir companies in the country.

Its product lines cover more than a dozen fields such as trauma treatment, physical enhancement, and spiritual material processing, and its branches are located in more than 30 provinces across the country.

The bottle of Level 2 trauma treatment spray that Chen Feng spent 50,000 yuan on was produced by Tianheng.

Of course, the building in front of you is just the Jincheng branch, far smaller than the headquarters, but in a second-tier city like Jincheng, it is already one of the top big companies.

Chen Feng's neighbor sister, Zhou Rou, works here.

Although Zhou Rou is not his biological sister, the two families have been neighbors for more than ten years.

Chen Feng's parents died young, and he had eaten a lot of food from the Zhou family since he was a child. The person he called "sister" for more than ten years was not much worse than his relatives.

Later, Chen Feng was admitted to Jincheng University, and Zhou Rou happened to work in Jincheng, so she kept taking care of him.

Later, Zhou Rou and Yu Shuang, the daughter of the general manager of the branch, became best friends. They rose through the ranks and now directly serve as Yu Shuang's personal secretary.

Chen Feng walked into the lobby and told the front desk Zhou Rou's name.

The front desk made an intercom call and directed him to the reception room on the third floor to wait.

Before long, the door was pushed open.

"Xiao Feng."

Zhou Rou walked in, wearing a navy blue professional skirt, her hair tied up, looking smart and capable.

But when he smiles, he still looks gentle and gentle, no different from before.

"Sister." Chen Feng stood up.

Zhou Rou sat down opposite him, looked him up and down, and frowned.

"lost weight."

"No, I'm getting stronger."

"Strong? How strong are you?"

Zhou Rou patted his arm and said, "Your face is sunken. Did you not eat well again?"

"No, I eat in the canteen every day, with both meat and vegetables."

Zhou Rou snorted, obviously not believing it.

"Tell me, why were you absent from class before? Your class teacher called me and you were absent for more than half a month. Do you not want to go to school anymore?"

"I'm not feeling well. I'm going to rest for a while."

Chen Feng had already made up his excuse: "I have already explained it to the teacher. Teacher Liang agrees that I can arrange my own time and it will not affect the final assessment."

"Really?"

"Really, if you don't believe it, you can call and ask."

Zhou Rou stared at him for a few seconds and didn't ask any more questions.

She took out a brown paper envelope from her bag and pushed it in front of Chen Feng.

"Take it."

Chen Feng picked it up and squeezed it, making a thick pile.

"This is..."

"Ten thousand dollars."

Chen Feng immediately pushed the envelope back: "Sister, I'm not short of money."

Zhou Rou pushed back: "Don't be polite to me."

"It's really not necessary. I've been doing some odd jobs recently and I have plenty of money."

"How much money can you make from a part-time job? You are a freshman."

Zhou Rou directly stuffed the envelope into the side pocket of his canvas bag, "I asked you to make this trip because I was afraid you would refuse. If I give it to you in person, you would be too embarrassed to throw it back."

Chen Feng opened his mouth.

"Don't argue with me." Zhou Rou said calmly, with a serious look on her face, "Study hard and tell me what you need."

Chen Feng was slightly silent.

To be honest, he is neither short of money nor short of money now.

If he sells part of the bloodroot harvested last night, he will immediately have a lot of money.

But now he wants to keep this batch of bloodroot grass to break through the realm and cannot touch it.

And now he only has less than 4,000 yuan left in his account, of which 3,000 yuan is the final payment for ordering weapons...

After all, he only had less than a thousand dollars left that could be used...

He sighed in his heart and looked up at Zhou Rou.

"Thank you, sister."