Yin Lianyi was worried, but Lin Sanqi was not worried at all:
"We sell top-quality Chinese medicinal herbs and health products. The most important thing for wealthy people is whether your products are the best on the market, whether they are unique, and whether they are made of genuine materials.
In fact, after Lingnan Hall became famous, it had little to do with the personal ability of the salesperson. Any salesperson in this position could achieve good results.
How much face do you think Mao Jinzhe has in front of the wealthy people in Shenzhen? He was just a small car dealer in a 4S store in the first half of the year. Is it possible that the wealthy people would buy a lot of common ginseng just for his face?
Let me give you an example. What we at Lingnan Hall offer is 50-year-old wild ginseng, while what Mao Ruizhe offers is 50-year-old garden ginseng. Although they are both ginseng and look the same, their therapeutic effects are very different. Guess whose products the rich will buy?
So Mao Jinzhe is the kind of short-sighted person who, after a little success, loses his mind. He thinks he has the best personal ability and the most business, so he wants to go it alone, or he wants to blackmail his boss into giving him a high salary, or even shares?
This kind of person is just daydreaming. If you want your business to be successful, either your products are irreplaceable or your connections are unmatched. Both are indispensable. What do you think Mao Jinzhe has?"
Yin Lianyi was a little dissatisfied after hearing this:
"Tongruicheng is currently the largest Chinese herbal medicine sales company in China. They should have plenty of Cordyceps King, right? Given their size, getting wild ginseng shouldn't be a problem, right? If Mao Jinzhe also has these two top-tier herbs, do you think he can do it?"
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi became even more confident.
"Do you know how much wild ginseng was dug up in Northeast China last year, according to public data?"
"How many?"
"Six kilograms?"
"6 kilograms? Are you kidding me???"
"Hahaha," Lin Sanqi was in a good mood, stroking his girlfriend's hand and laughing:
"That's 6 kilograms, and all of it is wild ginseng under 50 years old. There's not a single piece of first-class quality. This is the current state of the market. The most recent king ginseng was dug in 2008, 200 years old, and weighed just over 200 grams.
So where do you think Tong Ruicheng or Mao Jinzhe get their wild ginseng? If we give him all 6 kilograms, how many can he sell? Compared to our Lingnan Hall, Tong Ruicheng is not even worthy of carrying our shoes.
Yin Lianyi continued to refute:
"I remember you once saying that wild ginseng in China isn't sold publicly after it's harvested. Instead, it's taken directly from the place of origin by the biggest investors. That means the actual production is far more than 6 kilograms."
Lin Sanqi stopped and pinched his girlfriend's cheeks:
"Yes, I did say that, but as you said, the best wild ginseng is taken away by the richest or most powerful people. Do you think Tong Ruicheng or Mao Jinzhe can compete with these people at the top of the pyramid?"
Yin Lianyi asked with a half-smile:
"How can an ordinary person in a village in the city compete with those at the top of the pyramid?"
Lin Sanqi coughed lightly:
"I have partners at the very top. As for where I get my ginseng and cordyceps, I can only say that most of them come from abroad, so they can't restrict me with domestic capital."
As they walked, they slowly arrived at Shuanglong Bridge, and beyond that was the territory of Pingle Village.
Lin Sanqi stopped walking and said, "Alright, I won't go over there. If I run into my old school enemies, I'll definitely get beaten up!"
Yin Lianyi waved her hand: "I know, this is our village's territory. Even if I'm a three-year-old child, I'm not afraid of getting lost. You go back."
As she walked onto the bridge, she suddenly turned around and asked:
"Thirteen o'clock, our two villages are enemies for generations, and we haven't intermarried for over a hundred years. If you want to marry me, are you mentally prepared?"
Lin Sanqi turned around and asked in surprise, "When did I say I wanted to marry you?"
"Ah, thirteen, I'm going to kill you, you Lin Shimei~~~"
"Help! People from Pingle Village are beating people up!"
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The next day, Lin Sanqi woke up in his room in Yide Mansion.
Yide Mansion was originally compensated by the Zhou family to the Lin family. Now, because the Lin family’s new house has not been built yet, the whole family lives here.
The 200-square-meter apartment is actually not worthy of Lin Sanqi's current wealth.
But the same thing goes, for ordinary people living in urban villages, Yide Mansion is definitely a luxury house.
Lin Sanqi came out of the room and found that only his mother and younger sister were at home, so he asked curiously:
"Where's Dad?"
Wang Wenjuan said with a smile as she served the porridge:
"Your father has gone to the ancestral hall to work. This year he is a red vest, so naturally he has to do more work. Our family has been prosperous for so many years, and this year we have finally turned things around. Haha, now grandma is missing a big grandson, otherwise her merits would have been fulfilled."
Lin Sanqi drank his porridge and jokingly said:
"Don't worry, mother. I will marry a few more concubines and give you eight or ten grandchildren. You can take care of them slowly."
As a result, Wang Wenjuan really started to think seriously:
"Oh, that's right. You said that our family is so rich now, and it's a waste to have only one child at most. Then you can secretly go abroad to have children, two in each country, and try to expand our Lin family."
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao were completely shocked after hearing this and stuck out their tongues.
"Brother, your company is on holiday too, let's go to the flower market today."
Lin Sanqi nodded:
"Not only do you have to go to the flower market, but after this year, you and Mom have to throw away all your living habits and attitudes. For example, replace all your clothes with international brands and hire a few nannies.
Also, I've installed a fresh air system and a constant temperature system in my new house. From now on, we can run the air conditioner 365 days a year, keeping us warm in winter and cool in summer. We no longer have to squeeze into one room and use one air conditioner."
Lin Bingqiao nodded repeatedly:
"Yes, we'll have one air conditioner per room in our house from now on. Hmm, I can turn it down as low as I want. Mom, please don't always set it to 28. It's so hot."
Lin Sanqi covered his forehead with his hands after hearing this. Since the fresh air constant temperature system has been installed, why is it necessary to install air conditioning in every room? It turns out that poverty limits imagination.
Wang Wenjuan looked at her son and daughter lovingly, feeling happy:
"We were poor before, and there was nothing we could do. Now your brother is making money. Do you think I'm stupid? Don't you know how to enjoy the blessings? Do you just have to endure the hardships? Next year, hire a few more housekeepers to cook, wash clothes, and clean. I'll have them all. I'll also enjoy the blessing of having a son."
Lin Sanqi nodded: "Yes, the nannies are all graduate students, beautiful women, no older than 30, and 36D!!!"
This time it was Wang Wenjuan and Lin Bingqiao's turn to roll their eyes.
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That night, Lin Sanqi quietly came to the Lingnantang Company's dedicated cold storage warehouse, transferred all the materials, and returned to 1961.
In the office of the director of Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Dean Shen stood up and held the microphone tightly:
"A lot, how much? How much supplies did you get?"
Lin Sanqi could only read the list one by one:
"30 jin of pork, 2 jin of sugar, 2 jin of tea, 5 jin of rapeseed oil, 5 bottles of canned yellow peaches, 20 jin of melon seeds, a box of apples, and a pair of cotton-padded jacket and trousers."
Dean Shen slammed the table and said, “Is this the weight for one person?”
"Yes, everyone in our hospital has a share, whether it's a branch or the main hospital, whether it's a regular or temporary worker, everyone is equal."
"How many copies did you get?"
"I rounded up the number to 1,000. Our headquarters, branches, and retired employees total 512 people. We can also give some of the remaining copies to leaders at all levels or to our sister units."
"Okay, okay, very good. Don't expose yourself now. I'll send someone over right away."
Dean Shen was a little worried when he put down the phone. Logistics and transportation are quite inconvenient these days. The Chinese Medicine Hospital does not have enough trucks, so it can only borrow from other units. Then everything will be exposed.
Now everyone's eyes are green with hunger. If the sister units knew that the Chinese medicine hospital had made a fortune, they would drive the cars back directly without leaving a penny for you.
If not our sister units, who else should we look for?
Dean Shen sat there thinking, and suddenly it occurred to him that if we were to say that we would not take a single needle or thread from the masses, then it would be our people's soldiers. If the transportation was left to them, not a single melon seed would be missing.
Thinking of this, Dean Shen quickly picked up the phone and called out again.
"Hey, old boss, I'm here to ask for your help. Can you support me with more than ten trucks? It will only take me half a day."
If Dean Shen is a man of eight hundred thoughts, then Leader Jing is one thousand six hundred thoughts. Think about it, if he needs to borrow a large truck during the New Year holidays, he must be transporting something.
Think about it again, the Chinese medicine hospital now has a big harvest from the farm and timely rainforest Panax notoginseng, so the only possibility is that the Chinese medicine hospital has obtained a large quantity.
"Haha, Xiao Shen, it's not difficult to borrow a car. Well, well, but I need to know what you want to do. After all, gasoline is public, and you can't use it casually."
Dean Shen sighed inwardly, knowing that he could hide it from anyone except his old boss (even if he wanted to, he couldn't).
"Old leader, this is what's going on. Lin Sanqi has secured a batch of New Year's goods, which are now stored in the Tanggu Port warehouse. I'm not sure it's safe to ask anyone else for help, so I'm asking you for help."
Leader Jing gave a wicked smile, but remained calm on the surface:
"Oh, New Year's goods, um, can you tell me what they are?"
Dean Shen knew that he would definitely have to pay protection money, but he hoped to pay less so that he could be mentally prepared.
"Report, we are preparing to give each person 30 kilograms of pork, 2 kilograms of sugar, 2 kilograms of tea, 5 kilograms of rapeseed oil, 5 bottles of canned yellow peaches, 20 kilograms of melon seeds, a box of apples, and a pair of cotton-padded jacket and trousers."
Leader Jing was amazed when he heard this:
"Chen Guoming, I congratulate you on getting rich, but your old boss is still eating sweet potatoes, and your mistress keeps talking about wanting to eat braised pork and canned yellow peaches. Sigh..."
Dean Shen was also very upset:
"Old leader, we are a family and we should keep our distance. I will not miss you even if I miss anyone else. So, I will come to your house in person tomorrow and bring you New Year's gifts to wish you a happy new year."
Leader Jing raised a finger, then thought it was wrong and added another:
"Send 200 copies over here. Bring them along when you return the truck. This is an order. No room for negotiation. Goodbye!"
The phone was hung up decisively, and Leader Jing opened the door and yelled:
"Comrades, we can have a prosperous new year~~~"
Leader Shen's heart was bleeding as he held the microphone. He had originally wanted to keep some for the employees after distributing it, so that he could save it and eat it slowly later. But now, there probably won't be anything left.
Jing leads the General Logistics Department and is also in charge of the health departments of the whole country and the entire army.
The General Logistics Department has a share, would the Ministry of Health like to send a big one?
Since these two superior departments have sent them, should each agency in the capital also send a copy?
Don't send them back and forth. These 1,000 New Year's gifts won't be enough for internal distribution among the staff. Dean Shen is so worried... (End of this chapter)
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