Chapter 51 Don’t Get Rid of Money
Lin Heming was also straightforward. He knew that he had misunderstood his nephew before. If he fiddled with the price again, he might anger him, which would be counterproductive.
There is no problem selling century-old ginseng, and it doesn't have to be sold to him, a Hong Kong native.
Thinking of this, Lin Minghe nodded happily:
"Okay, then let's make it 3 million. Asen, Uncle Wu really wants to thank you this time. This wild ginseng is of great help to my business."
Lin Heming wanted this century-old wild ginseng as a gift to someone.
His company happened to be competing for a big business, and if it went well, the profit could reach tens of millions. The key was to be able to get in touch with the wealthy client.
When he learned that the old lady of Party A was celebrating her 100th birthday, he wanted to buy her a hundred-year-old wild ginseng to curry favor with her.
The other party is one of the four major families in Hong Kong, so naturally they cannot use fake ginseng, otherwise it would not be a gift, but a fatal offense.
However, there is no century-old wild ginseng for sale in the Hong Kong market. The wealthy keep it for their own health.
So when Lin Heming heard that someone in his hometown village in the mainland was selling wild ginseng, he invited Master Wu to take a look. Although there were some minor setbacks, the result was ultimately a happy one for everyone.
Under the witness of Grandpa Lin, Lin Musen and Lin Heming signed the transfer agreement.
Then 3 million was immediately transferred into Lin Musen’s account, and Lin Heming also got the ginseng.
Lin Musen appears calm on the surface, but he is actually very excited inside. All he wants to say is: We are rich, we are rich!
3 million is definitely a huge sum of money for the Lin family, a sum that they had never dared to dream of before, although it still cannot buy a house in the center of Huadu City.
The transaction was completed and both parties drank tea for a while. Lin Heming looked at the wooden boxes of ginseng on the table and his mouth was watering with envy.
Chinese people are superstitious about ginseng, and this concept is deeply rooted.
"Ahem, Asen, I see you still have quite a lot of ginseng here. I wonder if you could buy me another one? I don't have high requirements, just one that's 50 years old."
Before Lin Musen could speak, Master Wu beside him couldn't wait to say:
"Yes, Doctor Lin, I would also like to purchase your 80-year-old ginseng on behalf of Miaochuntang. I can take it back and use it as a treasure of our museum, haha."
There are many Chinese medicine clinics in Hong Kong and the competition is very fierce.
Whether a Chinese medicine clinic is famous and powerful depends not only on the quality of the doctors, but also on which clinic has more, better and more authentic medicinal materials in stock.
After all, good medical skills are useless if the medicine is not good.
Medicine and healthcare complement each other.
Many Chinese medicine clinics will display their treasured medicinal materials in bright cabinets, which is actually a way to show off their strength.
For example, at the Ruijuntang Chinese Medicine Clinic in Hong Kong, as soon as you enter the door, you can see a 120-year-old wild ginseng placed in the center, and various precious medicinal materials next to it. It is unique in Hong Kong.
This established Ruijuntang’s reputation as the number one Chinese medicine clinic in Hong Kong.
Whether it is the four major families or the ten wealthy families, even many foreigners are clients of Ruijuntang. It is no exaggeration to say that they make a fortune every day.
Laymen only know that Western medicine makes money, but in fact, compared with real Chinese medicine, it is nothing.
So after Master Wu failed to purchase the 150-year-old ginseng from Lin Musen, he set his sights on the remaining 80-year-old wild ginseng.
It is from the 1980s and is also a rare treasure, enough to become the treasure of a small or medium-sized medical clinic.
Lin Musen didn't care about the other ginseng except the 150-year-old ginseng. His son bought them in bulk anyway, and the price was just a few kilograms of tea.
But southerners are born to do business, and they will never be as generous as northerners who wave their hands and say: We are all brothers, take it, no matter how much money there is.
So Lin Musen pretended to be embarrassed:
"Hey, this, I was originally going to treasure these ginsengs. After all, Master Wu is an insider and knows that wild ginseng is extremely rare nowadays. Not to mention 100-year-old ones, even 50-year-old ones are almost unavailable. If you miss out, it will be hard to get them again..."
Lin Musen is from the south, but Lin Heming and Master Wu are not? They naturally understand your tricks.
Lin Musen meant that ginseng is rare and can be sold, but you have to pay a premium. Don't take advantage of it in the name of being a relative.
Grandpa Lin also understood the meaning, but as a witness, he naturally did not interrupt.
Besides, even if I want to help him, I will definitely help Lin Musen, after all, he is within the fifth server.
In his eyes, the relatives in Hong Kong with assets worth hundreds of millions are also younger brothers. He controls much more village-level assets than Lin Heming, so he is naturally confident.
Master Wu smiled and nodded, then continued:
"Doctor Lin is right. This kind of authentic wild ginseng is becoming increasingly scarce, so please, Doctor Lin, part with it. So, I'm offering 1.5 million for this 1980-year-old wild ginseng, and 500,000 for the 1950-year-old one that Mr. Lin wants. What do you think, Doctor Lin?"
It is especially valuable because it is rare. A difference of ten or twenty years in age can double or triple the price.
Lin Musen was also a doctor, so he naturally knew that the price was good enough, so he didn't add any more money.
"Okay, then this 50-year-old bottle will belong to Uncle Wu, and this 80-year-old bottle will belong to Miao Chun Tang."
Lin Heming burst into laughter after hearing this. He didn't sign any contract and asked his secretary to transfer the money immediately.
Master Wu made a phone call, and soon Lin Musen received a transfer text message on his mobile phone, and the 2 million was in his hands.
The total amount is 5 million, which is a huge number that Lin Musen would never dare to imagine in his life. Although he didn't drink dragon boat wine today, he was already a little drunk.
When Grandpa Lin saw his nephew's expression, he knew that Lin Musen was about to get carried away, so he quietly picked up the bamboo whip and snapped it.
Lin Musen felt pain and asked, "Ouch, Grandpa, why did you hit me?"
Grandpa Lin hummed:
"Keep your head clear. Making money isn't easy. Don't get carried away when you have money. Qizi hasn't even started working yet, so getting married and buying a house is still a dream, right? Your daughter is still in school, and your Chinese medicine clinic is struggling. You'll have a lot of money to spend in the future. You're just sitting there with this little money? You're a loser!"
Lin Musen came to his senses instantly after hearing this, and a rare blush appeared on his face:
"Grandpa is right!"
After saying that, Lin Musen quickly placed a 30-year-old ginseng on the table: "Uncle, this is my filial gift to you. I'll be leaving first~~~"
Grandpa Lin took the ginseng, took a look at it, and threw it away casually, but still with a smile on his face.
The old man is not short of money, what he wants is the respect of the villagers.
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao had been waiting outside the ancestral hall. When they saw their father coming out, they hurried to greet him.
Lin Sanqi asked excitedly, "Dad, how is it?"
Lin Musen looked down upon his son with a very Versailles look:
"The ginseng is sold, and you're so excited about such a small amount of money? Humph, look at your lack of ambition. Let's go home and talk about it!"
(End of this chapter)
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