Chapter 40 I Want to Buy Hundred-Year-Old Wild Ginseng
In the main hall, Dean Shen looked at his watch and realized that he had been speaking for more than an hour without realizing it.
"Okay, remember everything I said. If you have any trouble at work, just tell me. It's getting late, and I have to go home."
Dean Shen was about to stand up when he was stopped by Lin Sanqi.
"Director Shen...Uncle Shen, I really have something I'd like to ask you. Our hospital has century-old ginseng, and a friend of mine wants to buy some. I'm wondering if any special approval is required?"
Lin Sanqi also studied medicine, so he naturally knew the value of century-old ginseng.
There is an unspoken rule in hospitals. For example, some special medicines, imported medicines, and even precious Chinese medicinal materials are secretly stocked and will not appear on the pharmacy computers.
Ordinary patients cannot buy it. Only if you are a well-known person can you successfully buy the "special medicine".
Of course, if you have connections, you can get these herbs for free, and they can even be delivered to your door.
"Hundred-year-old wild ginseng?"
Dean Shen sat down again, recalled and said:
"There must be some in the hospital, I don't remember how much."
Lin Kucan reminded: "There are five in total."
"Oh, five, that's a small quantity. This stuff is too precious, and our hospital doesn't have a cold storage, so we don't have extra stock. Your friend wants a century-old ginseng, so I'll approve it and sell you one."
After hearing this, Lin Sanqi secretly waved his fist.
"Thank you, thank you Uncle Shen, hehe~~~"
"Why thank me? I can buy it for your friend, but wild ginseng is not cheap. The price varies depending on the grade. A 100-year-old one can cost dozens of yuan per gram."
Lin Sanqi was mentally prepared, so he agreed with a smile:
"Anyway, I'm entrusted with this. If I can afford it, I'll buy it. If I can't, there's nothing I can do about it, right? Uncle Shen, come, I'll take you home."
Dean Shen laughed and said, "Boy, it's just a few steps away and you're worried that I can't find my way home."
The power supply in the capital was quite tight at that time. Except for the street lights on Chang'an Avenue, other places were pitch black at night and there were few flashlights.
The same is true in the courtyard houses. It is dark at night and the residents often pile up miscellaneous items everywhere. It is easy for an unfamiliar person to fall to his death if he comes in.
Lin Sanqi followed Dean Shen into the darkness.
When they arrived at the hanging flower gate between the east wing and the main courtyard, Lin Sanqi stopped Dean Shen and said in a low voice:
"Uncle Shen, wait a minute, this is my hometown tea for you, please try it."
Dean Shen felt a heaviness in his hand, and a paper bag was stuffed into it. He was also an old Chinese doctor, and after two touches, he knew that it was about one pound of food.
"What? Longjing?"
Dean Shen was really shocked, thinking that this kid from the Lin family was even more wild than he had originally imagined. He gave such precious tea by the pound?
He didn't want to take it. He had heard a little about how much a pound of tea sold for on the black market. Something worth dozens of dollars was no joke. If he was caught, he could be sentenced.
But he couldn't bear to give it up. It was tea, especially the rare Longjing tea in the north, which was called tribute in ancient times.
(At that time, Longjing tea was only produced near West Lake in Hangzhou, and the yield was very low. A few decades later, any green tea produced in the vicinity of Hangzhou and Shaoxing could be called Longjing, such as Yuezhou Longjing, Qiantang Longjing, Dafo Longjing, etc.)
Now Dean Shen, who was holding the tea leaves, was in a dilemma. Should he take it or not?
After a mental struggle, Dean Shen gritted his teeth and decided that he wanted the tea, but he couldn't take it for free. Taking it for free would be a mistake.
"Okay, Xiaoqi, thank you uncle. I want the tea, but I have to pay you, otherwise I won't dare to accept the tea."
Lin Sanqi lowered his voice again, almost whispering in her ear:
"Uncle Shen, money is not important. What's important is that I want to buy two hundred-year-old wild ginsengs. Can you please help me?"
It's normal to give gifts when asking someone to do something for you, Dean Shen consoled himself:
"Okay, I'll take care of it. Tomorrow, go get your father a prescription and have him write a serious diagnosis. Then I'll sign it."
Dean Shen has already decided that not only will he grant special approval, but the price will also definitely be more favorable, as long as the government does not lose money.
Lin Sanqi was truly overjoyed at this moment, yet at the same time, he felt somewhat contemptuous of himself. He had finally become the kind of person he hated...
After saying goodbye to Dean Shen, Lin Sanqi did not go home, but came to the tomb-dumping room that served as a storage room and pushed the door open.
When he came out again, Lin Sanqi was already carrying a large sack. The 30 kilograms of tea leaves were neither light nor heavy, so it was most convenient to carry it with him.
If you are really blocked by someone, the worst that can happen is that you throw away the tea leaves and hide in the alley, where you will basically not be caught.
It was already past 8 o'clock in the evening.
Coming out of the alley and onto Beiheyan Street, there are no street lights and no cars passing by. It's pitch dark and you could easily fall down if you're not careful, so no one wants to go out at night.
Fortunately, Di'anmen Street, which is not far away, is a main road and has street lights that can provide some light, but these street lights go out at 10 o'clock in the evening.
In this dim light, there are actually five old men practicing Tai Chi in Huangchenggen Park...
Well, it’s a good thing it was 1959, you could try 1969 instead.
Lin Sanqi took a closer look and found that it was indeed the old man Fu Zuo, so he felt relieved. This old man was his first pot of gold from traffic monetization, and he must not miss it.
"Master Fu?"
"Lin Shanqi?"
The old man ran over excitedly, waving his hands, and the remaining old men quickly dispersed to get some fresh air.
Lin Sanqi was stunned. He wondered if these old men were so skilled, could they be the KMT's opponents? Could this urban drama be turning into a spy drama?
Old Man Fu saw the fear in Lin Sanqi's eyes and felt relieved. He was not afraid of encountering a baby bird, but he was afraid of encountering an old fox.
"Brother Lin, did you bring the tea?"
Lin Sanqi gently put down the sack and opened it. Under the dim street lights, bags of tea were stacked layer by layer, and the fragrance of the tea was emitting out.
Old Man Fu was overjoyed and quickly opened a package. "Wow, Longjing!"
He sniffed it first, then tasted one with his mouth and nodded:
"It's not particularly good, but it's still a precious item nowadays. Brother Lin, you're a good person. You didn't lie to me, an old man!"
After saying that, Old Man Fu took out a large black sword and placed it in Lin Sanqi's arms:
"Count it, 2,300 yuan, is it less? Is it fake money? Let's count it in person when we're doing business."
Lin Sanqi was nervous and began to count the money with shaking hands, while glancing at a few old men not far away.
He was really afraid of being set up by a honey trap, having his tea stolen and beaten to death in the small park. There were no policemen these days, not even a single passerby, so his death would be in vain.
I thought to myself that when I go back this time, I must buy an electric baton and pepper spray for self-defense.
(End of this chapter)
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