Chapter 50 My family members are unclear
Half an hour later, just when everyone in the ancestral hall was getting impatient, Lin Sanqi finally arrived.
And not only Lin Sanqi, but also Lin Bingqiao came together. The brother and sister carried a pile of wooden boxes and walked into the ancestral hall carefully.
Lin Musen was delighted to see his son and daughter coming:
"Qizai, you're here."
Lin Sanqi carefully placed several boxes on the table, then wiped the sweat off his face and said:
"Grandpas and dads, I picked some wild ginseng from my home and brought it to you. This one is 20 years old, this one is 30 years old, this one is 40 years old, and there are also 50 years old, 60 years old, 70 years old, and 80 years old.
Oh, and by the way, the wild ginseng in my younger sister's arms is the most precious. Experts estimate it's over 150 years old."
After saying that, Lin Sanqi raised his eyebrows at his father.
The father and son had a tacit understanding. Lin Musen thought his son must have urgently transferred a batch of ginseng from 1959 to fill the void, so he pretended to complain:
"Ah, kid, I asked you to just bring one wild ginseng, why did you bring so many? Look how tired you are."
Lin Sanqi also pretended to smile innocently:
"It's all my fault for not hearing you clearly. I thought Fifth Uncle and the Hong Kong guests wanted to see wild ginseng from different years, so I took the initiative to bring a few more."
Lin Musen waved his hand:
"Alright, forget it now. You and Bing can go out first. The adults are here, so you kids have nothing to do with it."
"Okay then, Grandpa, Fifth Uncle, Mr. Wu, Dad, let's go out first!"
After walking out of the ancestral hall, Lin Bingqiao was stunned. Although she was just a high school girl, how could a child from a family of traditional Chinese medicine not understand the value of wild ginseng?
"Brother, am I dreaming? When did our family hide so much ginseng? How much can it sell for?"
Lin Sanqi shrugged. "How should I know? My dad runs a Chinese medicine clinic, so isn't it normal to have ginseng?"
"But my dad is so rich, why is our family still so poor? Everyone else has an iPhone, but I only have a smartwatch."
Seeing his aggrieved younger sister, Lin Sanqi felt bad too.
If it weren't for the purpose of monitoring Lin Bingqiao's daily commute to and from school, the Lin family might not even have bought her a smartwatch. While other girls were showing off the brand of their phones and the model of their iPads, Lin Bingqiao had nothing.
The little girl is sensible and never asks for anything.
But it was precisely because of this understanding that Lin Sanqi felt even worse. When he was in college, he went to the movies, went to restaurants, and stayed in a hotel with his girlfriend. Which of these things didn't require money?
But the Lin family only has so much money, and with more brothers, there will naturally be less for sisters.
Lin Sanqi touched his sister's head:
"Isn't it easy to ask for a phone? I'll take you to the mall tonight and give you the latest iPhone 15!"
Inside the ancestral hall, Uncle Lin, Lin Heming, and Master Wu were all shocked by the eloquence of the Lin family father and son.
How could they just casually produce a bunch of wild ginseng, ranging from 20 to 150 years old? What kind of family is this? Are they trying to reach the sky?
Lin Heming's family has hundreds of millions of assets, and they have to work hard to buy a hundred-year-old ginseng. But in this Shilou Village, Lin Musen is being sold like a carrot?
This completely subverts people's three views.
Uncle Lin was also shocked.
As the clan leader and village chief, Uncle Lin knew the economic conditions of Lin Musen's family. He couldn't understand how his nephew's family became rich overnight?
Could it be that Lin Musen had been pretending to be poor all along? Playing the pig to eat the tiger?
I can't figure it out and I don't want to think about it anymore. The village-level assets of Shilou Village are over 10 billion. As the chairman of Shilou Property, Grandpa Lin naturally wouldn't be jealous of his nephew's few ginseng roots.
He came here today just to be a witness and support the Lin family.
"Asen, open all the ginseng boxes and let Master Wu from Hong Kong identify them."
"Okay, Grandpa!"
Lin Musen opened the boxes one by one, revealing the wild ginseng inside, which instantly dazzled the eyes of the Hong Kong people.
Master Wu ignored etiquette and pounced on it, then carefully examined it:
"This, this is a pair of 20-year-old wild ginseng."
“This 30-year-old is right too.”
…
"Wow, this 50-year-old wild ginseng is even better than our store's treasure. It's amazing."
Master Wu picked up a 48-gram piece of 150-year-old wild ginseng and examined it up and down with a magnifying glass...
Half an hour later, Master Wu straightened up, clasped his fists towards Lin Musen, and said sincerely:
"Mr. Lin, it's Mr. Wu's fault for not being a good doctor. These ginsengs you have are absolutely authentic and of the highest quality. Please forgive my ignorance. I've only seen this century-old premium ginseng once, and I'm so inexperienced that I almost wronged Mr. Lin."
You suddenly took out a hundred years of your life, and it was in such good condition that the other party didn't dare to appraise it.
But if you take out the ginseng one by one according to the year, you can clearly see the growth process of the ginseng.
It’s like you haven’t seen someone for 50 years, you might not recognize them at first glance.
But if the other person takes out photos of himself from the age of 10 to 50, and you watch him grow up slowly and his appearance and temperament change little by little, you can be sure who he is.
The key is that there are only a few people who can produce so much authentic special wild ginseng in one go. To be honest, there are only a few people in the whole of Huadu and the whole of Hong Kong who can do this.
If Master Wu still doubts Lin Musen's ability at this time, then there will be problems with his medical skills and ethics.
The most Versailles person at this time was Lin Musen. He had been holding his breath before, but now he was breathing smoothly and his face looked better:
"No, no, Mr. Wu is a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in Hong Kong. We are half colleagues. As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting, haha."
Lin Heming also had a sunny turn and quickly came out to smooth things over:
"Okay, okay, our Lin family is known for producing talented people. Asen is truly remarkable for his ability to make a name for himself. So, Master Wu, what do you think of 150-year-old ginseng..."
Lin Musen didn't want to sell 150 pieces of ginseng. This amount of wild ginseng was very rare in 1959, let alone now. It would be difficult to get it later.
"Uncle Wu, this 150-year-old bottle has been reserved..."
Lin Heming felt sorry when he heard it, so he looked at another 115-year-old bottle:
"Then this one..."
Master Wu spoke frankly:
"Last year, a 30-gram, century-old wild ginseng was sold at auction in Hong Kong for over 3 million yuan. Although Lin Sheng's wild ginseng weighs 3 grams less, it is of better quality. If it were to be auctioned, it would probably fetch more than 3 million yuan."
Speaking of money, the atmosphere on the scene was a little weird.
It is human nature that sellers want to sell at a high price and buyers want to get a lower price.
Business is a process of bargaining and compromise.
At the critical moment, Uncle Lin was still powerful and made the final decision:
"Since we're family, Arsen will take a bit of a loss. Consider last year's auction price: 3 million!"
(End of this chapter)
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