Hello 1983

  Chapter 403 Heir to the Medicine King

  At the beginning of 1985, the official exchange rate for one dollar was nearly three yuan. Of course, because foreign exchange was in short supply at that time, the price on the black market must be much higher.

  But the fourth brother was right in his calculations, her brother made a net profit of foreign money, so the fourth brother is also clear about these matters.

  After the translator communicated with the bearded foreigner named Kevin, the bearded man was a little embarrassed: he was despised by the children.

  At first, I wanted to try to see if I could pick up a bargain, but now it seems that there is no way: even children know the value of yew, let alone those adults.

  So he shrugged his shoulders: "Little friend, I was joking with you, you are very cute, and you are a child who loves to work."

   After saying these words, the fourth brother praised him with a smile: "Of course, my brother said that if these yews grow for decades, each one will be worth hundreds of thousands!"

  Uh, Kevin is now more certain that the people here are really knowledgeable. It seems that the islander surnamed Mitsui is right.

  But he is also sure that there are indeed resources of yew here, which is also good news for his pharmaceutical company.

  Kevin has done his homework on China's system.

  Their company wanted to enter the Chinese market, and he was selected as a pioneer. He had read a lot of information about China, and he could even speak some Chinese.

  He knows that this country is an official-based society, and officials have a lot of power, so it is best to start with the officials in this matter.

  At this time, Liu Qingshan also rushed over after hearing the news, and the dumb grandfather walked in front without haste, seemingly strolling in the garden, but in fact, Liu Qingshan trotted all the way to catch up with the master.

  When he got close, Liu Qingshan couldn't help being slightly taken aback: Didn't you say that it was two old gentlemen, old Chinese medicine practitioners? Why are there foreigners?

   Could it be that even foreigners have started to learn Chinese medicine, hehe, can they feel their pulse?

  Master Yang quickly introduced: "Brother Dumb, Qing Shan, this is Mr. Song from the Hong Kong Island Federation of Chinese Medicine. He comes from a medical family and is the leader in the field of Hong Kong Island Chinese medicine."

   "Mr. Song is especially good at acupuncture, known as Song Yizheng."

  The silver-bearded old man with white hair and childlike face bowed his hands in a very old-fashioned way, and said modestly: "Song knows some medical skills, but I dare not call him a master."

  Although he was modest in his mouth, there was an arrogance between his brows, and he was obviously very conceited about his medical skills.

  Master Yang turned to another white and fat old man, and then introduced: "This is Director Fan of the Hong Kong Island Chinese Dietary Association. He devotes himself to the study of medicinal diet and is good at making soup with medicinal materials. He is called Fan Yitang."

   "General minor ailments can be cured by drinking a bowl of medicinal soup from the old man."

  The Director Fan also cupped his hands cheerfully, with an easy-going look: "Thank you, I'm actually a cook."

  Both of them speak Mandarin quite awkwardly.

   "Welcome to the two masters."

  Liu Qingshan also bowed to the two according to the etiquette taught by the dumb master.

  Since they can make a name for themselves on Hong Kong Island, they must have some real skills.

  The dumb grandpa just nodded at the other party with a silly smile on his face.

  Mr. Song was slightly displeased, and slightly frowned his long eyebrows: This pair of masters and apprentices is so rude, and the apprentices behave like equals to us, so his master has become our elders?

   Director Fan, on the other hand, was still cheerful. He held Liu Qingshan's hand and chatted enthusiastically. It seemed that he really planned to discuss friendship with his peers.

   After the two parties met, Liu Qingshan nodded to Zheng Hongqi, and called "Magistrate Zheng". Of course, he would not call Brother Zheng on such a formal occasion with outsiders.

Zheng Hongqi also smiled and introduced to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, this is Director Wang who is in charge of investment promotion in the province, and he specially accompanied two international friends to visit; this is Mr. Kevin from Pfizer, and this is Mr. Brian. , is Mr. Kevin's assistant."

  Liu Qingshan immediately understood a little bit. Although the other party came together, they were two small groups.

   As for Pfizer, of course he knows that it is a behemoth in the pharmaceutical field, why did they send people here?

   When did Pfizer enter the domestic market? Liu Qingshan can’t remember clearly, but it should have been around 1990, and now it seems to be earlier?

  Liu Qingshan's heart moved: Could it be that he also came here for the yew?

  After shaking hands with each other, they walked to Mukeleng, and everyone chatted while walking.

  Director Fan walked forward and praised:

  "The beautiful mountains and rivers are not enough. This place is far away from the hustle and bustle, and the vegetation is flourishing, containing exuberant vitality. It is really a good place for health preservation. If you can live here, this life is enough."

  Liu Qingshan smiled and pointed to the woodcut in front of him: "Then how about we build a wooden house for Mr. Fan?"

  This white and fat old man happily shook his hand:

   "It's late, it's late, after so many years of rolling around in the world of mortals, I've already become tainted with vulgarity."

   "If I'm really asked to live in seclusion here, I'll have to hold back my illness. I can only talk enviously, haha."

  Liu Qingshan appreciates this Mr. Fan very much. Living a real life and having this kind of open-mindedness is enough to live a long life.

  As for Mr. Song, he kept silent all the way, with a rather aloof appearance.

  When approaching the wooden house, the aroma of tea eggs wafted over. It was Li Tieniu, who was cooking tea eggs for the children.

  Big Bear also circled around the stove that was set up outside, getting his feet kicked from time to time, and yelling: "It's not cooked yet, and you're only allowed to eat two eggs by then!"

   No limit is not enough, just the big bear's belly and a hundred tea eggs are not enough for it to eat half full.

  The big bear grunted, and then ran down the mountain happily. It had already seen Liu Qingshan, so it might as well grab two pieces of candy and eat it first.

  Rolling and scrambling, he rushed to the front, bluffing the guests. The big bear is now much bigger than an ordinary black bear, and its wobbling is really scary.

   "It's okay, it was raised by my master, it doesn't hurt anyone."

  Liu Qingshan explained while taking candy out of his pocket.

   It was Kevin who adapted the fastest. Foreigners like them have all kinds of pets, not to mention black bears, even pumas, tigers and crocodiles.

  At this time, Mr. Song Yizhen, who had always maintained a cold attitude, suddenly showed surprise, twisted his silver beard and said:

   "I used to have an ancient prescription that needed fresh bear bile to be used as medicine. I'll buy this bear!"

  He can't speak Mandarin well, and Big Bear can't understand him, otherwise, he would have to slap him with a big slap.

  Liu Qingshan also glanced at this Mr. Song, feeling dissatisfied: I have already said that my master raised me from an early age, and you still want to take love away.

  The most important thing is to take bear bile. Do you think it is a gallbladder removal operation for people, and they can still live?

   This kind of style, at first glance, is Wu Dalang flying a kite, and his shots are not high, and I don’t know how he got his name. Wouldn’t it be the same virtue as the bricks of later generations?

   "Brother Song, it is absolutely necessary. The way of heaven is to make up for what is not enough. It is not your way of making up for it."

  Old man Fan also shook his hands again and again, disapproving of Mr. Song's approach.

   "How about ten thousand Hong Kong dollars?"

  This Mr. Song said proudly.

  10,000 Hong Kong dollars, even the director Wang next to him was a little moved. Grasshopper legs are also meat.

  Liu Qingshan chuckled twice: "Old man, don't ask me, you have to discuss this matter with the person involved. If Big Bear is willing to sell you his bear bile for 10,000 yuan, I have no objection."

"you!"

  Song Yizhen glared at Liu Qingshan, his eyes were full of displeasure.

  At this time, Director Wang's flexible wrists were displayed: "Mr. Song, there are quite a lot of bears in our province. If you need one, we can find one for you in the zoo."

  Song Yizhen waved his hand impatiently: "The quality of artificially fed bear bile is too poor, so I don't need to bother Director Wang."

   Seeing that the compatriots on Hong Kong Island were angry, Director Wang would of course be angry too. He frowned and scolded Liu Qingshan:

   "You little comrade, your ideological consciousness is not high."

  Liu Qingshan didn't like this kind of official. He had a face to the outside world, but another face to the inside, so he hehe twice:

   "Director Wang, to my master, this bear is equivalent to a child raised by myself. Are your children willing to take courage from others?"

   These words were enough to choke people, Director Wang snorted twice, and began to ponder in his heart, how to deal with this ignorant boy.

   Entering Mukeleng, Liu Qingshan and Gao Feng made tea for everyone.

  The tea is a herbal tea made by the dumb grandfather. Others don’t feel much after drinking it, but Director Fan’s eyes lit up:

   "Good tea, good tea. There is tea in Kanto called Kidney Essence. It was so good at that time."

  Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, a little admiring the old man's extensive knowledge.

  Director Fan took another sip: "The most wonderful thing is that several other herbs are added to this tea, which makes this kidney essence tea neither arrogant nor impatient, just like a gentle gentleman, beneficial but harmless."

   After finishing speaking, he put down the big rough bowl, and clasped his fists at the dumb grandpa again: "I admire it."

   "It's just the way of the peasants." Mr. Song, the white-haired and childlike Mr. Song, has a different opinion.

   Looking at the rough tea set just now, he was not interested in taking a sip at all.

  Liu Qingshan also just smiled, he thinks the current situation is very interesting: as far as the dumb grandfather, Director Fan and Mr. Song are concerned, they happen to be in three different realms.

  This Mr. Song should be the lowest. Although he looks like a fairy, he is just a skin, and he is a layman inside.

   Director Fan's level is higher, and he already has the meaning of doing whatever he wants.

   And the master is the highest, it should be the kind of back to basics, right?

   At this time, Song Yizhen finally couldn't help it, and opened his mouth to ask: "I heard that you found an old wild ginseng, I wonder if you can take it out for identification?"

  He used the word "identification", implying that he suspected that wild ginseng was fake.

  Because wild ginseng is rare and expensive, it is not surprising that there were endless counterfeiting methods before liberation.

   These days, Grandpa Dumb has already finished the work of Ye Shan. After all, he doesn’t know when the other party will come to pick it up. What if it is broken.

  Then the dumb grandfather raised his hand and asked Gao Feng to bring over the box where the old wild ginseng was stored.

  Grandpa Dumb doesn’t have much furniture here, and there is only one box. In the top shelf is the dried old wild ginseng.

  After taking it out, Mr. Song immediately took out a magnifying glass and began to carefully check the authenticity of the old wild ginseng.

   Director Fan stared at the box in a daze, and his cheerful face gradually became serious.

  Liu Qingshan also quickly noticed this situation. He glanced at the box, and it turned out that there was a statue on the lower floor.

   It was the statue of the wooden man who kowtowed to him when he was apprenticed to the master. It looked like an old man, riding a tiger backwards. Liu Qingshan always thought it was the old man of the mountain god.

   "Here, this is the statue of the King of Medicine, you, are you the heir of the King of Medicine?"

  Director Fan asked tremblingly, his eyes widened, and he looked at the dumb old man in disbelief, the shock in his heart was written on his face.

  Heir to the King of Medicine?

  With a clatter, the magnifying glass in Mr. Song's hand fell to the ground.

  (end of this chapter)