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Chapter 842

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They were rich, but did they dare to compete with the Huo family?

Therefore, they could only start with her preferences.

"It's okay. Godly Doctor, you can do what you need to do. Shall I send you?"

"No need for anesthesia …"

"I heard that you've been planning to film recently. Do you still need investment? It's like this. I'm planning to invest in a few dramas. Godly Doctor, if you need investment, just let me know! "

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Song Yaoyao with sparkling eyes as if he was looking at a treasure.

He was old now. Who knew when he would ask for Song Yaoyao's help again?

Money was just a string of numbers in their eyes. If they could use this string of numbers to befriend a Godly Doctor who could save lives, it would definitely be worth it!

Song Yaoyao remained calm and smiled faintly.

"Thank you, Mr. Wang. Currently, my new drama is still in preparation. If Mr. Wang is interested, you can talk to my assistant. You know that I'm not a professional when it comes to investing. "

She smiled shyly and looked at Hou Jiu.

Hou Jiu smiled and handed over his business card.

"Mr. Wang, I'm currently managing all of Miss Song's businesses. This is my business card. If you have time, we can talk."

"Sure, sure!"

They didn't think that Song Yaoyao didn't know how to appreciate favors and was picky about free investment.

Now, they weren't choosing Song Yaoyao. Song Yaoyao was choosing them!

To put it bluntly, they were like cabbages that could be picked from the market. They couldn't complain at all!

After all, if they weren't willing, there would be a lot of people who would want to curry favor with Song Yaoyao and invest in her new drama.

So what if it was a wasted investment? As long as the Godly Doctor was happy!

One had to know that the Godly Doctor had the entire Huo family behind her!

What if Mr. Huo was unhappy and directly took all the investment for the Godly Doctor's new drama?

Wang Changdong respectfully escorted Song Yaoyao out of the hospital. When he saw her get into the car, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Beside him, Wang Changdong's son, Wang Leming, asked in confusion, "Dad, didn't we give her money to treat mom? Why would they fork out more money to invest in a TV series with no potential? She hasn't even gone to college. Can she shoot well? "

In his eyes, giving the money away was a waste of money.

Moreover, it was the kind that couldn't be heard!

He might as well buy him a car.

His thoughts were written all over his face. Wang Changdong was so angry that he fell backwards. If they weren't outside, he would have already beaten him up.

"Idiot! You know nothing! " He walked into the hospital with a sullen face. "She hasn't even gone to medical school, but she's already qualified to be compared to those national medical experts. Do you know how many people in the country's medical research institute want to recruit her?"

Moreover, once she got in, she wouldn't be an assistant. She would be a direct professor!

Wang Leming was scolded badly. He touched his nose and said pitifully, "I admit that her medical skills are good, but acting and treating patients are two different things …"

"You little brat, are you trying to anger me to death?!"

Wang Changdong's temples throbbed. "Do you know what a genius is? Do you know who her teacher is? "

Wang Leming pursed his lips. "I know, it's Kang Yuan."

"How dare you say such things when you know? After this, you'd better go to Godly Doctor Song's production team for an internship. If you don't learn well, don't come back to see me! "

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