No. 23, Back Street, Beijing Art Museum

Lin Sanqi stood at the gate of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. Suddenly, he put his hands on his hips, burst into laughter, and said a classic movie line:

"I, Hu Hansan, am back again!!!"

This attracted strange looks from passers-by at the hospital entrance, who thought that if he was a mentally ill patient, he should go to Anding Hospital for treatment, so why did he come to the Chinese Medicine Hospital?

Yin Lianyi quietly took a few steps back, away from her boyfriend.

She had discovered that every time she arrived in the capital, she would become extremely excited and talk incoherently.

The Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine had changed a lot in 2014. It had become a series of high-rise buildings, resembling a modern hospital.

The Chinese Medicine Hospital in 1961 was mostly composed of bungalows, which was originally converted from a prince's palace.

Although Lin Sanqi could not find any trace of the hospital in his previous life, and even the environment around the hospital was completely different, as long as the sign of "Capital Chinese Medicine Hospital" was still there, he felt familiar with it, because the sign was still the old one.

At this moment, Lin Sanqi's cell phone rang, interrupting his madness.

This was a local number in Beijing. When Lin Sanqi picked up the phone, he heard a strange man's voice:

"Hello, is this Mr. Lin? I'm Fan Yaolai. Have you arrived at our hospital?"

As soon as Lin Sanqi heard Fan Yaolai, he knew who he was. This was an old classmate introduced to him by the dean, who is now the vice president of the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

"Teacher Fan, hello, hello, I'm at the hospital entrance now."

"Haha, just in time, I'm also at the hospital entrance. What are you wearing?"

"Teacher Fan, I'm wearing a light blue casual suit, and the beautiful Liu Yifei is next to me."

Yin Lianyi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Although she was often mistaken for someone else, Lin Sanqi always openly and deliberately called her the female star, which indeed fooled many people.

In his words, for a top female star to work as a female secretary would give her some face when she goes out, giving off the vibe of a coal boss.

"Oh, I see you. Look at the flower bed to the left of the hospital gate. I'm here."

Fan Yaolai waved to Lin Sanqi from a distance. Lin Sanqi quickly picked up his large backpack and shouted after his girlfriend:

"That's Fan Yaolai, the vice president of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine. We'll need his cooperation to recruit someone later, so we need to be polite."

Yin Lianyi immediately put on a professional smile: "Okay, got it."

Although the flower bed in front of the Chinese Medicine Hospital has been renovated, one can still see the shadow of the past. It was also in this flower bed that Lin Sanqi first met Mr. Shi Jinmo who was sweeping the floor.

For a moment, Lin Sanqi was filled with emotion for a long time.

In the vice president's office.

At this time, Yin Lianyi presented 50-year-old wild ginseng.

"Dean Fan, this is a small gift from us two juniors. It's our first visit, so please forgive me for the trouble."

Fan Yaolai opened it and took a look, nodding his head repeatedly:

"Director Lin, this wild ginseng is authentic. Even in our hospital, it's rare to find ginseng of this quality. Even people in Beijing know that if you want to buy good ginseng, you have to go to Huadu Lingnan Hall."

The annual output of wild ginseng in the country is only 6 kilograms.

But with so many rich and powerful people in the country, the output of 6 kilograms is barely enough to fill the gaps between teeth.

Therefore, authentic wild ginseng, even if it is 20 years old, is very rare in the market, and its price is getting higher and higher every year. There is no way around it, as scarcity makes things valuable.

For example, the wild ginseng that Mao Jinzhe promoted before was actually Russian ginseng, imported from foreign countries, but the nutritional value is very different.

Rich people have a habit of buying when prices are rising and not buying when prices are falling. The higher the price of your ginseng, the more they will buy it. Therefore, if Lingnan Hall had not restricted sales, its turnover would probably have increased several times.

Lin Sanqi smiled after hearing this:

"Teacher Fan, our Lingnan Hall has its own branch in Northeast China, specializing in purchasing wild ginseng. Furthermore, the virgin forest we contracted in Changbai Mountain has expanded from 30 square kilometers to 500 square kilometers.

Firstly, my purchase price is the highest in the industry. I can sell a hundred-year-old wild ginseng for 5 million now, but my purchase price is between 3 and 4 million. When ginseng farmers pick good wild ginseng, they would rather sell it secretly to us at Lingnan Hall.

I'm also lucky. I've found a lot of wild ginseng in the primeval forest I contracted. Others contract forests to grow ginseng, but I close them off for reforestation, focusing on quality rather than quantity.

In short, we at Lingnan Hall absolutely do not sell cultivated ginseng, such as those grown in gardens or forests. We guarantee that every root is wild. If anyone buys fake wild ginseng from Lingnan Hall, we guarantee a tenfold compensation."

Fan Yaolai asked a question:

"Director Lin, your wild ginseng has practically monopolized the national market. Why don't you open a store in Beijing? Beijing is a place full of hidden talents, and there are just as many wealthy and powerful people as in the south. You can definitely make a lot of money from wild ginseng."

As for wild ginseng, many people buy it not to eat it, but to give it as gifts.

As for sending people, is there any place with more advantages than the capital? This is the political center of the country.

Lin Sanqi smiled bitterly and said:

"It's precisely because there are so many hidden talents in the capital that I opened Lingnan Hall here. I'm just a weakling, and it would be bad if I offended anyone in the capital. What if this happens?"

(Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs-up)

"As soon as they entered the store, they shouted, 'Give me 10 wild ginseng sticks! Quickly pack them up and send them to Villa No. 1.' Mr. Fan, how do I charge them?

If I dare to accept the money, it means I am not giving face to someone. He may close my Lingnan Hall with just one word, and may even find some unfounded reason to confiscate all my ginseng. Then I will lose both my wife and my army.

If I don't charge them, they'll just take my ginseng and leave, at most saying something nice to me, like "I can come back to them if I have any problems in the future." And then I might end up losing tens of millions just for those 10 ginseng stems. What's the point?

Doing business in Beijing isn't easy. Southerners at least have some respect for the rules, but northerners, when doing business, follow their own rules. So, we in the south have a joke: "Investment won't go beyond the Huai River."

I would rather earn less than that to ensure the smooth operation of Lingnan Hall, and I have never considered being a dog for any big capitalist.

After listening to this, Fan Yaolai nodded slightly to show his understanding. He himself felt the same way. There were many opportunities in Beijing, but the risks were also great. If you were not careful, you could offend someone.

Lingnan Hall is developing well in the south. There is really no need for it to come to Beijing, a big melting pot. Not only will it not make any money, but it will also get into trouble.

Anyway, with millions of ginseng, it’s no problem for those rich and powerful people to fly to Huadu in person.

So Fan Yaolai picked up the wild ginseng on the table again and said with a smile:

"Then I feel unworthy of this. A 50-year-old wild ginseng like this should be worth one or two million yuan on the market, right? Mr. Lin, you are a student of my old classmate, why are you being so polite to me?"

Lin Sanqi knew that the other party was the vice president of a hospital, and some things would not be easily accepted:

"Teacher Fan, you're too polite. Ginseng is a treasure to others, but it's nothing to me. You are a classmate of yours, and you told your teacher that his family was in financial difficulty and often had no food to eat. You also often helped him.

I told the teacher that when I meet you, Dean Fan, Teacher Fan, I should respect you as if you were my own teacher. So we are all family. If you are polite to me, you are looking down on me, a poor student.

Fan Yaolai laughed out loud:

"That's right. Back then, Lao Xiang and I were brothers, so his students were naturally my students. But Director Lin, you're not a poor student. Investing $500 million in a single project to modernize Traditional Chinese Medicine is truly astonishing."

Lin Sanqi pretended to sigh:

"Teacher Fan, you're also a TCM practitioner, so you should understand the difficulties we TCM practitioners are facing right now. Take our Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, for example. If we exclude Western medicine, has the purely TCM practice grown or declined in recent years?"

Fan Yaolai also shook his head slightly:

"Yes, young people nowadays have less and less faith in traditional Chinese medicine. As for our hospital, the traditional Chinese medicine business has actually been declining every year. So our traditional Chinese medicine hospital is actually following the path of a Western medicine hospital, relying on Western medicine to make money." (End of this chapter)