The daily life of a full-level boss (MTL)

Chapter 173

Chapter 173

    The loud swallowing sound quickly attracted the attention of the fans in the front row of the team, and many people recognized Gu Yi after looking at him several times.

    "Look, isn't that Gu Yi?"

    "It seems to be him!" The

    two young girls took out their mobile phones and searched Gu Yi's Weibo. After comparing the avatar with the real person, a short-haired girl shook her head. He quickly denied: "No!"

    Another long-haired girl also shook her head: "It's not true, Gu Yi is not so old!"

    "That's right! I'm a fan of Gu Yi, so my idol wouldn't be so sloppy!" The girl added another sentence.

    The two chatted like no one else was around, their voices getting louder and louder, their words were full of admiration for Gu Yi's appearance, and the difference from the "uncle" in front of him.

    After all that was said, soon even the people who confirmed it around began to have doubts.

    Qu Zhong and the three turned their heads in unison, looking at Gu Yi, who was petrified beside him, and almost suffered internal injuries.

    Gu Yi's lips twitched a few times, and his swearing words were suppressed by him, and he finally turned his full of complaints into appetite, and took a bite of the cake.

    "Excuse me, who is Mr. Qu Zhong?"

    Suddenly a female voice interrupted the laughter of several people. Qu Zhong followed the direction of the voice and looked at a young girl in a beige suit standing at the door of the warehouse with a smile.

    Seeing several people turned their heads to look, she swept the faces of the three, and finally turned her attention to Qu Zhong.

    "Hello, Mr. Qu!"

    "Hello!"

    Qu Zhong responded, and then waited for the other party to explain his intention first. The

    girl didn't delay. She took out a business card from her bag and handed it over with both hands, and found that she seemed to be blocking other people's purchases. Simply step over to the back of the stall.

    The movements are very unrestrained and straightforward, and the frame more than half a meter high is as simple as stepping up a step in front of her.

    The skill is so neat, it should be muscle memory after years of training.

    Qu Zhong took the business card and glanced at it

    [Deputy Director of the Product R&D Department of Beicheng Institute of Materia Medica]: Zhang Yan

    Beicheng Institute of Materia Medica is affiliated to the State General Administration of Medicine, and is dedicated to providing medical logistics support to the national theater troops and the public security system. The unit.

    Regardless of the name, it is nothing like an ordinary pharmaceutical company, but this research institute is a real unit of national prefix.

    They rarely appear in front of the public, and they are so low-key that they are only occasionally mentioned in the news, and every time they are mentioned are military exercises and major operations.

    All he knew was that Chu Jiren had mentioned it in front of him more than once, and incidentally, he also mentioned the mystery of this unit.

    Many of the drugs and medical supplies produced by this institute are not available on the market, and are strategic materials at the national level of secrecy.