Chapter 439: Meteorites and legends

In the study of a mansion in Billy Foshan Zhuang, Dan. Mitchell is talking to a few men. This study is soundproofed. Naturally, the content of the conversations of a few people will not be spread out, but it is obvious that a few old guys with white hair are shaking their heads, obviously expressing differences. opinion.
"Incorporating Chinese medicine into medical insurance will hardly succeed! Most people will object, especially those who have shares in pharmaceutical companies. Even if it is an exchange of benefits, they will not easily let go, because as long as Chinese medicine enters medical insurance, they will Moved their cheese."
An old man shook his head, but he was telling the truth. Sometimes, to promote a reform is like declaring war on those with vested interests, the intensity of which can be imagined.
"I know, but... we can do it slowly and it will always be done!" Dan. Mitchell obviously also considered "in this case," we didn't know that we used our relationship to try our best to involve as many lawmakers as possible who have little interest in this relationship to form a majority. Don't let those guys take the lead! "
"Well, I hope our conversation today ends here. I have another meeting in the afternoon!" The old man said, stood up, and then a few people also stood up, they and Dan. Mitchell shook hands one by one.
When those people were gone, a tall middle-aged man in a black suit came over and stood by Dan. Behind Mitchell, watching these people thoughtfully. He is Dan. Mitchell's confidant butler.
"Do you know why I have to vigorously promote this matter?" Dan. Mitchell walked slowly to the window and looked at the tree-lined scenery outside. Said softly.
"Because Fan Zhen is this person?"
"Yeah, this person... is too powerful. If you can't be a friend. Don't let him be our opponent." Dan. Mitchell turned his head and smiled bitterly, "Old Mr. Gicarlo Polk has warned me, and I must facilitate this. Some small favors, it is impossible for him to have a good impression of you, but If it benefits his entire TCM system, this will be great, and he must appreciate it too!"
"I see!" The butler nodded. "In a few days, Mr. President will visit you in Los Angeles. The White House has confirmed this news with me! And will send someone to arrange security work in advance."
"I see. This time, Mr. President is not as simple as coming to see me. He has a serious heart and lung disease, which has seriously affected his work and life. So... this time he still needs our treatment. But... this can only be relieved, not cured." Dan. Mitchell shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Maybe Zhen can..."
"Maybe Mr. Zhen can be invited over..."
"If he is so kind...the key is the in the White House. They don't recognize Chinese medicine too much, although some of them know a little bit of acupuncture." Dan. Mitchell smiled, "Let's talk about everything when Mr. President arrives, he is not easy to fool!"
The two were talking, and suddenly they heard a soft knock on the door. Then the door was ajar, and a bodyguard faced Dan at the door. Mitchell said: "There is a gentleman named Fan Zhen looking for you. He brought your business card over, so... I let him wait in the lobby!"
"Fan Zhen?"
Dan Mitchell froze for a moment, then smiled, which is really a coincidence. It’s not just Dan. Mitchell, even the butler has a smile on his face.
"Please come to the study...no, I will go down myself!" Dan. Mitchell said something, then took the crutches and walked downstairs. The butler hurriedly followed behind for fear of Dan. Mitchell fell.
In the hall downstairs, a young man stood tall and looked around the hall. If his hall is considered elegant, then this hall is simply extremely luxurious.
"Zhen, it's really you, this is amazing." Dan. Mitchell laughed, with the crutches still aside, spread his arms, some limped over, and gave Zhen Fan a big hug.
"Sit down, please!" Dan. Mitchell greeted Zhen Fan to sit down, and then said to the butler, "The best tea, Longjing imported from China!"
The butler agreed to go, and Zhen Fan smiled in surprise: "Unexpectedly, Mr. Mitchell also likes Chinese tea? It seems I have a good taste!" Zhen Fan smiled and looked around the living room.
Seeing Zhen Fan looking at his lobby, Mitchell smiled quite contentedly: "This is designed by the best designer I have hired. It has been almost ten years."
"I just thought of this number. Ten years may be a bit short, maybe nine and a half years." Zhen Fan said and looked at Mitchell's legs, shook his head and smiled, "Presumably your legs are also The pain started ten years ago, and the cause was not found, and sometimes it got better and sometimes it became bad."
"Yes, maybe you are getting older too!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled.
"If you move this bottle...yes, this one-person tall vase is moved to a corner over there, and then you plant two ginkgo trees in front of your door, then you will feel a little change." Zhen Fan pointed to two places in front of the door.
"Very interesting suggestion, I will definitely try it!" Mitchell smiled and nodded. He didn't have any contempt for Zhen Fan's opinion, but secretly remembered it in his heart.
"Uh, Mr. Mitchell, originally I didn't want to disturb you, but I recently encountered a very strange thing, and may have to rely on your help!" Zhen Fan said the opening, and then directly Explained his intention.
"What's the matter, just say it!" Mitchell agreed very simply. This is a good opportunity to get close to Zhen Fan.
Zhen Fan looked around. There were servants cleaning in the living room, and shook his head: "Why don't we find a quiet place to talk about this?"
"Of course, that's for sure, let's go to the study room upstairs to talk!"
At the moment, Mitchell, accompanied by the housekeeper, went to the study and sat down. Zhen Fan looked at the housekeeper, closed his mouth, and said nothing.
Mitchell naturally understood what he meant. He waved his hand to let the butler go out first.
When there were only two of them left in the room, Zhen Fan said: "I don't know where your housekeeper is, but today's topic is a bit special, so... I'm sorry, I don't want him to hear it too."
"It's okay, let's talk. I'm listening!" Mitchell gave a warm smile.
So Zhen Fan recounted what happened to Jennifer, then frowned and said, "Whose power is the energy possessed by Jennifer? Besides you, who else is doing this with you? Exist in the world? I know that you are not the owner of energy. Unlike the old ones, but you are the closest to them. So I think you may know some!"
Mitchell smiled bitterly: "Yes, although I can't have energy, I am an agent who is always in this world. So...I will get sick and die. Even my leg pain cannot be cured."
"Even the old they can't heal?" Zhen Fan was a little surprised.
"Yes, this is not what they are good at! They are better at manipulating human souls and controlling energy for offense or defense. I don't know what they have, but it must be in addition to medical treatment of various diseases. You have to know that energy is not a panacea. The key is how to use the energy of the person!"
"You have a good insight!" Zhen Fan smiled. "Now you can tell me, where does that evil energy come from?"
"Do you know the 51st District?" Mitchell did not answer Zhen Fan's words directly. Instead, he asked Zhen Fan a question. This question is very strange, District 51?
Zhen Fan has heard that it often appears in movies. Even last year, the President of the United States admitted that the United States has a so-called 51st district, but it is the special department that studies aliens, and it is also an ordinary military. base? No one knows this.
"What does this have to do with the 51st District?" Zhen Fan said in surprise.
"Of course it does matter!" Mitchell was silent for a while. It was as if he had made up his mind and said to Zhen Fan, "The 51st District does exist, but it is not a special department for studying so-called aliens, nor What a military base, but an institution that studies a mysterious ore, has existed for many years."
"Research on mysterious ore?" Zhen Fan was not stunned. "Meteorite?"
"Yes, it's a meteorite. One fell into an area in Lincolnshire, southern Nevada, ninety-three miles northwest of downtown Las Vegas. Another fell into the Atlantic Ocean. The whereabouts of it is unknown. The Navy dispatched Many warships were used, but they just couldn't be detected."
"Well, can you make a long story short?" Zhen Fan didn't really want to hear these science fiction stories.
"Well, okay, I'll just cut it short." Mitchell nodded. "The people who participated in the study of meteorites were the top scientists~EbookFREE.me~Two of them were the main leaders. One is the physicist Benjamin Wallace, and the other is the astronomer Sid Fridge."
The event of falling meteorites occurred more than a hundred years ago, and finding meteorites was done by the U.S. government in the 1930s. At that time, some scientists detected that meteorites possess a mysterious energy. Research. But the good times didn't last long. The meteorite was finally divided into three pieces during the development, one in Wallace's hands, one in Fridge's hands, and one in the laboratory.
No one can figure out that these energies came from a meteorite, but Wallace and Fridge disappeared strangely a few months later, and then there was a living in the dark in Los Angeles not far from Nevada. Organization, a mysterious energy owner composed of a few elders and many pharaohs. And there is another obstacle that exists in a more hidden life, and that is the organization Jennifer encountered.
It seems that this time is really troublesome!
"And... the genes of these people who were radiated by the meteorite will mutate due to this. Perhaps some legends are false, but they can be passed on for so long, or they may be true, such as werewolves and vampires... After all, the meteorite has fallen on the world for a hundred. For many years, these stories have been circulated in the world more than a hundred years ago!" Mitchell shook his head and smiled helplessly! (To be continued...)