2014
Lin Sanqi hummed a little tune and appeared at the headquarters of Lingnantang Company.
Two secretaries, Zhu Xinyue and Yao Zhuohan, immediately ran over from outside. One started making tea while the other started reporting the company briefing.
Lingnantang Company is currently divided into three parts. One is the sales company, which is Lin Sanqi's cash cow. The second is Lingnantang Chinese Medicine Clinic, which has also become the second cash cow.
The third one is Southern Pharmaceutical Factory, which is currently suffering huge losses.
Lin Sanqi frowned when he heard the briefing that Southern Pharmaceutical Factory suffered a huge loss of 20 million last month.
Work secretary Yao Zhuoxian thought the boss was dissatisfied and was very nervous, fearing that the boss would suddenly smash things and curse.
Lin Sanqi picked up the phone and dialed:
"Old Huang, yes, it's me. What happened? How come I only lost 20 million last month?"
Huang Yushu was holding his phone, sweat dripping down his face:
"Director Lin, this is the biggest loss I can imagine. We produced so many anti-tuberculosis drugs but can't sell them. Moreover, I also tampered with the accounts to magnify the losses."
Lin Sanqi knew that Huang Yushu was a nerd and had not yet changed his mindset from being the director of a school-run factory to being a "profiteer businessman". How could he be so conservative even when making false accounts?
If Lingnantang loses 20 million a month, how long will it take for the losses to continue? Nanfang Pharmaceutical Factory has shouldered the heavy responsibility for the "losses".
"Okay, Lao Huang, I'll come to the pharmaceutical factory at noon, just wait."
After hanging up the phone, Huang Yushu felt dizzy. Previously, the pharmaceutical factory was criticized by school leaders for not making any money, but now it was criticized by leaders for making too little loss.
Is it that I cannot keep up with the pace of the times, or has this society become crazy?
Lin Sanqi put down the phone and said to Zhu Xinyue:
"Xiao Zhu, please ask General Manager Lin and Director Yin to come over later."
“Okay, boss!”
The young secretary went out wearing a tight skirt and twisting her perky and firm little butt. Lin Sanqi secretly glanced at her a few times and quickly looked away.
After a while, Lin Tianhua and Yin Lianyi entered the office one after another. Personal secretary Zhu Xinyue made tea and went out. Work secretary Yao Zhuohan opened his notebook and began to prepare to take notes.
The boss's ideas are all wild and imaginative. He says whatever he thinks and forgets it as soon as he says it. This is when the secretary's role is reflected, to find out the gaps and fill them.
"Uncle Shi, Lianyi, come on, I'll take you somewhere, and I'll ask you to help me make some decisions."
Lin Tianhua was already used to Lin Sanqi's wild imagination, so he smiled and nodded, "Okay, where are we going?"
"To the Plaza de Mayo."
May Square is a shopping mall located in the southwest corner of Shilou Village. Lingnantang Chinese Medicine Clinic is also located in this place, but it is an independent small building.
Everyone thought that there were only two underground floors in Plaza de Mayo.
In fact, there are 4 underground floors in May Square. The third and fourth underground floors have been contracted by Lin Sanqi and are blocked, so they cannot be seen from the surface.
Then the two-story underground parking lot, covering an area of 80,000 square meters, was secretly transformed into an indestructible warehouse with constant temperature and humidity.
This warehouse was personally selected by the clan leader, Uncle Lin.
Firstly, the old warehouse was not big enough. As Lin Sanqi brought in more and more miscellaneous things, the original warehouse of 10,000 square meters was far from enough.
Secondly, choosing an underground garage is also for the purpose of preventing theft.
The warehouse has only one exit, which is behind the Lingnan Hall Chinese Medicine Clinic.
The exit is where the Shilou Village Protection Team is located. The security team of the Chinese Medicine Clinic can also provide support at any time. It is less than 2 kilometers away and can be said to be a very safe place.
Of course, all the walls, ceilings and floors of the underground garage have been reinforced. They are all made of 2-meter-thick concrete with several layers of steel plates buried inside.
It would be completely impossible for ordinary thieves to succeed by digging tunnels.
Lin Sanqi would regularly come to sell a batch of ginseng, cordyceps, jade and other goods. Of course, this only accounted for a small part of his goods, and most of them were still hidden in the space.
Even if the May Square warehouse was gone, Lin Sanqi wouldn't be seriously hurt. At most, he would be heartbroken for a few days.
Yin Lianyi knows her boyfriend quite well:
"Hey, what good stuff did you get?"
Lin Sanqi picked up his phone and stood up. "Let's go. You'll see when we get there. I'm going to make a fortune again this time."
In the underground warehouse of Plaza de Mayo.
Yin Lianyi looked at the boxes of bottles and jars, as well as the piles of Ming and Qing furniture, but she didn't feel any excitement.
But Lin Tianhua and Lin Musen, who came to watch the fun, opened their eyes wide:
"Qizi, are these antiques real?"
Lin Sanqi patted his chest and said:
"They're all real, but the collection here is mainly Ming and Qing dynasty antiques. There's also a boutique section over there. Anyway, I think the antiques I have are probably no worse than those in museums."
Yin Lianyi opened a circle and admired it for a long time:
"Sanqi, is this painting valuable? It's a grayish painting, and only the red sun adds a touch of color."
Lin Sanqi didn't know much about antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, but there was an invoice in the box, so he took it and looked at it:
"This is Tang Yin's 'Cold Mountain Moon Over the Shore,' from the Ming Dynasty."
Lin Tianhua took it and was delighted when he saw it: "If this is an authentic work, then it must be valuable. Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings are sold for hundreds of millions of yuan."
Lin Musen took out a red rectangular jade stone from the artifacts:
"Qizi, this is bloodstone, right? The blood content is over 90%, right?"
Lin Sanqi pointed to the invoice below and said, "The blood content of Changhua chicken blood stone is over 90%, so it should be quite precious."
Lin Musen sighed, "It's more than precious. This kind of bloodstone is very rare nowadays. I'll take it and have someone carve a seal for it. I'll put it on the prescription. It will definitely look awesome."
Lin Sanqi took out a piece of yellow jade that shone brightly from the box beside him.
"Dad, this is Tian Huang stone, it's at the chicken-fat yellow level. This piece alone can be sold for 10 million. You can use it to carve a few more seals."
Lin Musen took it with a smile and said happily:
"Okay, then I'll carve a few more for fun. Anyway, I see that you have three boxes full of this kind of jade, so you won't be short of one or two pieces."
Lin Sanqi thought that he had not taken out all of it yet, and that was calculated in tens or hundreds of tons.
Lin Tianhua toured for a long time before asking, "Qizi, what's your plan for showing us these antiques?"
Lin Sanqi looked at these "junk metals" and said helplessly:
"These are all debt repayments. As you can see, there's no artistic talent in our family. My dad is the only one who understands a little bit, but not much. Lianyi and I don't understand anything at all, and I don't think our children would like these antiques."
Yin Lianyi blushed and secretly glanced at her future father-in-law.
"So, I'm planning to sell all of these antiques off bit by bit. I'll just keep the fine pieces to display in the clinic. Having things from a dead person is a bit unlucky."
Most of the antiques and curios, except for the cultural relics that have been passed down in an orderly manner, are dug out from graves and displayed openly in the living room. Isn't that the same treatment as the dead?
For example, Tang Sancai.
Many fake intellectuals like to put a Tang Sancai in the living room or office. In fact, this thing is a funerary object for the dead. Living people don’t use it. It’s so unlucky to put it next to you!
"Sold it?"
Lin Tianhua felt it was a pity, so he advised:
"As the saying goes, 'In troubled times, gold is valuable; in prosperous times, antiques are valuable.' Our country's economy is growing strongly, and there are more and more wealthy people in the country. Antiques are a popular collectible and will appreciate in value in the future. Are you sure you want to sell?"
Lin Sanqi chuckled and told a story:
"Uncle Shi, these antiques are actually useless in a real emergency. They can't be eaten or used. Just look at this Tang Bohu landscape painting. I'm afraid of getting a fungal infection even if I wipe my butt with it.
See those 15 wooden boxes over there? They're filled with precious cultural relics, each one worthy of being a first-class artifact. Yet, even with so many treasures, they only earned three jobs in 1961.
There is also a scroll in the large blue and white porcelain vat over there. It is full of circles of Qi Baishi. The one that paints shrimps is the best. Qi Baishi, who especially loved to marry wives, has 22 paintings in it. Do you know how much they are worth?
Haha, back then, his last concubine was so hungry that someone offered her 500 kilograms of rice in exchange for this antique. Tell me, what's so good about this antique? What's so precious about it?
So don't think antiques are treasures; they're just speculation by the rich. When times get tough, they're completely useless. So my advice is to take advantage of the current surge in hot money and sell them quickly."
(Readers know that hot money came to a screeching halt in 2019, and then the global economic crisis began, and the collecting market began to crash. Even Ma Modu, the No. 1 in the domestic antiques industry, was in arrears and could not pay wages.) (End of this chapter)
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