Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

Song Qingshan shook his head and replied: "There is no other way. My ancestors had a verbal agreement with some people who rely on picking herbs from the mountains to support their families. They will buy their medicinal materials every year."

"In the past, the flames of war cut off contact, and now Guotai Min'an has come here again. My old man can't violate the rules of his ancestors, so he has taken a lot of medicinal materials from them."

"Director Yang, isn't this considered speculation?"

Speculation.

Under the planned economy, that is a serious crime.

Song Qingshan had to name this matter first.

Explain why.

Otherwise, the medicinal materials from the Spiritual Medicine Garden will enter Qingshan Hall one after another, which will definitely cause trouble.

"Father."

Factory Manager Yang smiled sheepishly, "It was really hard to say in the past, but after the joint venture with the factory, if you always buy in the name of the factory's procurement department, then there is no problem."

"Besides, if you buy medicinal materials out of your own pocket, I can increase your old shares to 70% or even 80%."

Director Yang thinks.

How much profit can a small Chinese medicine hall make and how many medicinal materials can it buy?

Let go of 80% of the profits.

It can be regarded as selling a favor to Mr. Song.

"Okay, that's it."

Song Qingshan nodded immediately.

According to his understanding.

Under normal circumstances, public-private partnerships usually hold half of the shares.

If I can account for 80%.

Then it will cost a lot less to get back what you have in the future.

Of course.

In times like this, this is also impossible.

"The old man's official business has been settled, should we talk about private matters?"

Director Yang looked at Song Qingshan with a smile.

"Old man, the place you asked me to find for you to hold a banquet has been found for you."

"Kyoto Hotel, do you think it is suitable?"

Kyoto Hotel?

According to Song Qingshan's memory, he recently learned about the best restaurants in [-]-[-]%.

Forty-Nine City in this era.

There are a total of eight famous hotels.

Kyoto Hotel ranks relatively high, but Moko Hotel is the first to bear the brunt.

Everyone has gone to the Moco Hotel to be proud.

It's just that it's not a domestic hotel, so it shouldn't host banquets.

And per capita consumption.

It's about 3 to 5 yuan. If you hold a banquet there, it's based on your current salary.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is also unaffordable.

Kyoto Hotel.

人均消费1到3元，如果宴请100个人，也就2到300元。

Plus these gift money.

Probably can do no loss no gain, and outsiders will only feel that they are lavish.

It doesn't cause any trouble.

"There is Lao Yang, the factory director, and he must have entrusted a lot of connections."

Song Qingshan nodded his thanks.

"Old man, I'm not going to hide it from you. It's really not my credit. We are Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Forty-Nine City. How could the Jingdu Hotel sell my face?"

"Brother Li knew that you always had to hold a banquet, so he asked someone to arrange it for a day."

"The eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, isn't it the right day?"

Director Yang told the truth and did not hide it, but this kind of thing can't be concealed either.

"So it's the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month." Song Qingshan nodded, and asked again: "I haven't been there for two days, how is his father's condition?"

"Old man, you are a miracle doctor."

"Brother Li said that his father's condition has improved greatly. He can get out of bed and exercise for a while every day, and he can eat three meals a day."

Speaking of this.

Director Yang praised him again.

only.

Song Qingshan didn't feel much joy in his heart.

Heal the patient.

The system's reward has been delayed, which shows that the condition is not as optimistic as imagined.

It seems that I have to go again when I find time.

Next.

Song Qingshan exchanged pleasantries with Director Yang.

He was supported by Qin Huairu and left.

Just walked out of the office not far away.

Qin Huairu couldn't help but opened the red envelope and looked at it, and suddenly exclaimed in shock.

"Old man, Director Yang gave ten tickets."

Qin Huairu blushed with excitement, she was already mentally prepared.

I think it must be a lot.

There must be at least five or so.

result.

Still far beyond her expectations.

"Keep it away, don't let anyone see it." Song Qingshan reminded watching people coming and going.

"Oh oh oh."

Qin Huairu immediately put the red envelope into his pocket nervously when he heard the words.

She was very puzzled, looked at her old man suspiciously and asked: "Old man, I think Director Yang is very kind to you. Your old man is the only one who has repaid his father's kindness."

"But it's strange that he still treats you so well now. His surname is Yang, not Song."

Qin Huairu pursed her lips and frowned.

"Why, you thought it was my old man's long-lost grandson."

Song Qingshan glared at Qin Huairu angrily.

"Haha, old man, aren't you a child boy? How can there be a grandson?"

Qin Huairu smiled shyly.

but.

She remembered that her old man's child skills might soon be broken.

There was some worry in my heart.

My old man won't fall into a slump after breaking his merits, and his body will deteriorate day by day.

It's just that Qin Huairu will know soon.

The old man's so-called child skills have actually been broken long ago.

"Director Yang is not a grandson. The reason why he is so kind to my old man is actually a human relationship."

"The favor my old man brought him is far greater than this little money."

Song Qingshan opened his mouth to explain.

Just letting him climb to the high branch of the Li family can give Director Yang his future career and his current position in the factory.

All benefit greatly.

At least the leaders above did not dare to manipulate Director Yang at will.

"Humph."

Qin Huairu suddenly snorted coquettishly, and then said arrogantly: "After all, my man, Qin Huairu, is the most powerful."

Song Qingsheng looked at Qin Huairu's arrogant expression.

Suddenly he couldn't help laughing.

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A morning passed by in a hurry.

The get off work bell rang.

Qin Huairu took the pre-prepared lunch box and ran all the way to the cafeteria to cook for her old man... 0

Silly Zhu looked forward to it all morning.

Finally seeing Qin Huairu's figure, he stood in the dark with a grin and giggled.

Wait for Qin Huairu to finish her meal and walk out of the cafeteria.

Silly Zhu quickly caught up.

Income is also holding a lunch box, hidden behind him like a baby.

"Huairu, wait for me."

soon.

Silly Zhu caught up with Qin Huairu.

"What?"

Seeing Silly Zhu, Qin Huairu frowned and asked in a cold tone.

I am now a married woman.

Why is this guy still pestering like a dog's skin plaster?

Qin Huairu took two steps quickly.

Keep some distance from Sha Zhu, after all, this is in the factory.

There are many people talking.

If you are misunderstood by others.

That would smear the old man's face.

Qin Huairu was very concerned about this.

"Huairu, look at you, I don't know how to eat, what are you doing so fast?"

"I see that you only had a meal at noon. You and old man Song must not have enough to eat."

"Take a look, what is this?"