Yi Song actually didn't know if this kind of hair growth was permanent. He was looking up and writing... When he was thinking about this question, he glanced at the blood strip on John's head, and then he remembered that he forgot to turn off the blood strip of his assistant. Suddenly, he saw that John's blood strip had changed from full blood to 349350. He was surprised: After a while, he was bleeding?

Although Yi Song didn't understand what the mechanism of blood loss was, since it would cause blood loss, it means that it would not be full at all times, so the hair would probably continue to fall off. After all, the environment of this bald thing is just a cause, and whether it will fall off is fundamentally determined by genes. So he replied to John: "If your lifestyle does not change, your hair will still fall off, such as staying up late, overuse your brain, and emm... the nightlife is so exciting, etc."

Upon hearing this, John's originally happy face gradually collapsed and he said depressedly: "So, I will still turn back to my original bald look."

"It's basically that's it (╮(￣▽￣”)╭)." Yi Song spread his hands.

"Emm~ Is it cost to treat me the way you used to treat me before? I am willing to pay the corresponding US dollars, including this time and in the future." Before Yi Song could ask if there was any trouble in treating baldness, John took the topic in this direction under the intimidation of the hair loss demon.

"Well, I'm very interested when you talk about this." Yi Song shook his eyebrows happily, "I do have this idea now, but as you can see, I'm just an ordinary citizen and I'm not very clear about the medical industry. Can you give me some good advice?"

"Really? Do you have any intentions, right? Let me think about it." John stopped, hugged his abdomen with both hands, and his eyes gradually lost focus. Only the index finger of his left hand kept twitching on the first knuckle of the index finger of his right hand. Seeing this, Yi Song also found a comfortable position to sit on the ground.

"Aha, there is." After about 6 or 7 minutes, John said confidently, "I came up with a good idea. Since you can use qigong for treatment, you don't need to get involved in the real medical industry. You just need to open a massage parlor."

"Yeah." Yi Song nodded, "Then the question is, how to apply for a license for this aspect."

"I don't know either." John responded with a shrugged.

Yi Song: “…”

"Just kidding, since I proposed this plan, I must have considered this situation. I have a senior brother who was in graduate school and is currently engaged in agency business with this type of qualification." John said easily.

"Hey? Aren't you programmed?" Yi Song habitually deviated from his focus.

John said for granted: "It's the information age, and no industry can do without computers. I heard that the company lacked computer employees at that time. I guess it should be related to the computerization of information within the company. Of course, this is not important, right?"

"Yes." Yi Song looked "Although I didn't understand, I felt very powerful", "So... are you willing to help me?"

"Of course, but there are conditions..." John was about to "see the end of the picture."

"I understand, understand." Yi Song continued with tactful words, "Otherwise, I will do the actual treatment technology, and you will be responsible for preparing various affairs of the store. Of course, I am willing to bear half of the funds for preparing massage parlors, but if the money is too much, I may have to owe it first and deduct it from the profit in the future. In the end, I am willing to only take 40% of the profit part of the income."

Because John's job is very good, he has no financial burden, and his credit card limit is even higher than that of ordinary middle-aged people. He suggested that Yisong opens a massage shop mainly to treat his baldness. However, he still frowned and said, "There is no problem with the principal. You don't need to bear it. Just use your life-saving thank you. But are you serious? You must know that technology is the core, not to mention that in your case, this technology is almost monopoly. Don't you feel at a disadvantage?"

Yi Song smiled and said, "After all, I don't know anything about this. Since I want to trouble you, of course I have to give you some benefits. I know myself very well. In Chinese, it is called 'self-knowledge'."

"'Has a self-knowledge'? I seem to have seen this word." Although John looked at him as a middle-aged man, he did not lose the vitality of a 28-year-old young man. After thinking about it, he said, "So, since you are so generous, I don't want you to suffer too much. After all, the technology is entirely up to you, otherwise this business will be an empty shell, so how about we each get 50% of it." John came up with the solution he thought was the most satisfactory.

Yi Song said, "This fixed distribution of interests is easy to lose its enterprising spirit. It is better to (whatif) we each take 40%, and the remaining 20% ​​are used as a buffer bonus, and then allocate them before Christmas every year." In this way, Yi Song reversed the distribution ratio back to four or six points.

John pondered for a moment: "A great plan. There are only two people in our store anyway. This plan is very suitable. It can be seen that you are very social, but you are not old. Have you studied related courses in college?"

"No, I graduated from high school and now run a restaurant. I am killed... Oh no, near the injured place," Yi Song replied casually, but he complained in his heart that he was a "top student" who graduated from the 211 Management Department. The system actually arranged a high school degree for himself, and he did not escape the fate of being "orphan". It's very good, it's very time traveling.

"In this way, everyone has their own experience." John did not ask in detail, but extended his hand, "so happy cooperation."

"Happy cooperation!" Then the two exchanged numbers. John gave the mobile phone, but Yi Song gave the landline in the restaurant.

"You don't have a cell phone?" John was surprised.

"I'm in the store all day long, and even if I don't have my employees, I will answer the phone. Sometimes I forget to unsilence my phone and may not be able to receive it." Yi Song casually said a lie, thinking that after a few days, the restaurant will make a profit and buy a mobile phone and a mobile phone card.

"Okay (fine), this doesn't matter." John also heard casually, and didn't take it seriously, and was too lazy to dig into this kind of thing. Then he asked, "There was such a big accident today, and the company must be a little busy these days. I will ask my senior brother next week to ask the specific details. In addition, although you may not be interested in this, out of politeness, I still want to ask, are you going to come together?"

"No, I don't want to be a third party." Yi Song said with a smile.

"Ha! You're not the type I like." John joked as he talked, "Our shop will definitely become popular, after all, hair loss is one of the biggest diseases that bother men."

"Hmm? It makes sense. Not only baldness, but actually many diseases can be cured!" Yi Song's eyes lit up again.

"Oh, can you tell me?" John asked.

"As I said, this treatment is essentially to improve the performance of the organs, such as kidney deficiency, infertility, infertility, etc.." Yisong specializes in selecting diseases that will not cause sensation, and it is also because it is uncertain whether bone bending can be treated, because this skill is essentially a treatment for injuries, not a real medical technique.

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PS: John with 13 numbers has been set up (￣_,￣)
Chapter completed!