"This, I believe."
Li Jingsheng only agreed with the last thing Boss Zhao said.
Ever since he saved Boss Zhao's life, Boss Zhao indeed hadn't tried to trip him up.
"Didn't you say this street has a special geographic location? What's so special about it?"
He couldn't just let Boss Zhao lead him by the nose.
He intentionally steered the conversation off-topic.
"In this South City area, there are over 300,000 migrant workers and tens of thousands of local residents, the population is enormous. But in our big area, other than the Second Hospital, do you see any other big hospitals?"
"There really isn't a second one."
Li Jingsheng was also very curious about this question.
With a population of seven to eight hundred thousand, the medical demand is immense, and one Third Grade Hospital alone, the Second Hospital, must have a hard time keeping up.
But for so many years, no second big hospital has ever appeared.
Whether it's a public hospital or a private big hospital, not a single one.
Even the omnipresent Fake Faction hasn't been able to squeeze in, which is truly bizarre.
"Do you know why the community health service station on Old Street of South City has never been upgraded to a service center?"
"I don't know."
Li Jingsheng shook his head.
How could he know these secret matters?
"Hehe, this matter can't be told, you can only realize it on your own. What I can tell you is, this area is a paradise for small clinics, health stations, and health rooms, but if you want to expand, it's best not to have this thought."
Boss Zhao revealed some top-level survival secrets to him.
Some things can be understood but not spoken.
This is the survival skill that middle and upper-level successful people must learn.
While they were chatting well, Boss Zhao suddenly looked inside the clinic, his eyes slightly cold.
In the past, Boss Zhao had looked at Li Jingsheng with this kind of gaze as well.
Then, within a couple of days, Sunshine Clinic took a severe hit and became desperately struggling.
That period was also the darkest time in Li Jingsheng's life.
He had really suffered under Boss Zhao's hand.
But having twice angered Boss Zhao to the point of a heart attack, it could be considered as revenge.
Li Jingsheng thought to himself, could it be that seeing Xiaogao successfully sold some health products again, he harbored some 'killing intent' towards Xiaogao?
He looked over following Boss Zhao's gaze.
He saw that the middle-aged man, dressed like a successful person, had come again.
And he was sitting at the counter, shamelessly pestering Tang Ping.
"Who is that guy?"
Boss Zhao's tone was somewhat chilling.

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