Chapter 52: The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has been interrupted
“Five million!!!”
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao suddenly held each other's hands tightly, feeling as excited as if they had won the lottery jackpot.
Poor two poor kids, they had never heard of so much money in their lives.
Lin Musen said calmly:
"Why are you so excited? We still have to pay taxes on the 5 million. If we use our Chinese medicine clinic's account, we have to pay business tax, urban construction tax, education surcharge, local education surcharge, and personal income tax. The amount over 100,000 yuan is taxed at 35%. Do the math, how much is left of the 5 million?"
Lin Sanqi's heart was bleeding. These were all red bills, er, all his money.
No wonder so many celebrities are evading taxes, such as Bing and Lun. This is also...
This is too much!
Paying taxes is the obligation of every citizen. Tax evasion is illegal. We must be aware of and proud of being taxpayers! The more taxes we pay, the more glorious it is. (Heads up, save your life!)
Lin Musen felt sad when he saw his son and daughter with excited faces. As a parent, which one doesn't want to give their children the best material conditions?
"Okay, okay, our family suddenly has some money now, and Daddy is going to fulfill one of your wishes. Tell me, what do you want to buy?"
Lin Bingqiao was the first to raise her hand:
"Dad, my brother promised to buy me the latest model of a Far Eastern smartphone. Can I make this request?"
Lin Musen laughed:
"Buy one. Not only you, but all four of us in the family should get one each. One of the latest models. Dad will also buy you an additional new laptop!"
"Wow, Dad is the best, I love Dad the most~~~"
Lin Sanqi curled her lips and thought that women who knew how to act coquettishly had the best life.
Lin Musen looked at his son again: "Qizi, what do you want?"
Lin Sanqi shook his head: "I don't have much to spend. You decide how to spend the money, Dad."
Lin Musen looked around and came up with an idea:
"I'm going to split this money in half. Qizi, you take one million. From now on, you can decide what to buy. Do you understand what I mean?"
Lin Sanqi understood immediately that if he wanted to travel to the year 1959, he would have to prepare a lot of supplies, and he must have working capital on hand to purchase at any time.
"Also, I want to use the remaining money to renovate our house. The current decoration is still the one your mother and I wore when we got married. It's been more than 20 years and it's already out of date. Now that we have money, we should enjoy ourselves."
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao nodded like kowtow machines.
A well-decorated home is not only a matter of appearance, but also a matter of substance. A comfortable living environment depends on the magic of money.
Lin Musen thought for a moment:
"It's a pity that after paying taxes, I don't have enough money left. Otherwise, I would like to renovate my Chinese medicine clinic. This is the inheritance left by our ancestors. Even though Chinese medicine is in a downturn now, I want to protect this family business. Of course, if any of you are willing to inherit our family business, I would also be very happy."
Lin Bingqiao quickly ducked her head: "Dad, I'm not interested in Chinese medicine. Give it to Lin Sanqi. He's the son who will inherit the throne."
Lin Musen looked at his son hopefully:
"Qizi, your parents over there are famous Chinese medicine practitioners, and you'll be exposed to more Chinese medicine practitioners after you start working. And those old Chinese medicine practitioners are all at the level of great masters. Why don't you learn more?"
Lin Bingqiao was immersed in the joy of the fruit machine and didn't hear what her father and brother were talking about.
Lin Sanqi scratched his head after hearing this.
"Become a Chinese medicine doctor? Dad, you opened a Chinese medicine clinic, but it's just a lonely place. Apart from the old neighbors, how many young people come to the Chinese medicine clinic for treatment? No patients, no money. Take the Western medicine clinic in Pingle Village. It's always full of patients receiving IV drips. That's how it makes money."
Lin Musen almost slapped this unfilial son to death:
"You're just ignorant. Who told you that Chinese medicine doesn't make money? Do you know how much revenue Ruijuntang, Hong Kong's largest Chinese medicine clinic, generates in a year? They've opened up the entire supply chain of Chinese medicine, and their annual profit is at least HK$3 billion.
The key isn't just making money, but connections. Ruijuntang's chief physician, Mr. Ye Shengrui, has a reputation for being a figure of great renown, from the Chief Executive to the four great families and even the common people. It's safe to say he's a transcendent, godlike figure.
Lin Sanqi was stunned when he heard this:
"Is this true? A traditional Chinese medicine clinic can make over 3 billion yuan in profit a year? Why would you even need a bicycle? Ordinary Western medicine hospitals don't necessarily have profits that high."
Lin Musen gave another example:
"Let's not talk about distant past, just take the home of Mr. Shi Jinmo, one of the four famous doctors in Peking, before liberation. Do you know how wealthy he was? His mansion alone has 99 rooms. Just imagine the scale of this, it's almost comparable to Prince Gong's Mansion."
Lin Bingqiao was stunned when she heard this:
"99 rooms, one-tenth of the Forbidden City? My goodness, how could Mr. Shi sleep in all of them? How many concubines would he need to have to fill up this huge house?"
Lin Sanqi listened thoughtfully.
After liberation, all the famous traditional Chinese medicine practitioners in Peking went to work at the Kuanjie Chinese Medicine Hospital. I don't know which one of them was Mr. Shi Jinmo, let alone if his 99 rooms are still there. I'd definitely visit if I get a chance.
Lin Musen suddenly thought of something and looked at his son with shining eyes:
"Qizi, this Mr. Shi died in 1969. Calculating the time, he was most likely working at the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 1959. You should go and look for him quickly. If you can become Mr. Shi's disciple, our ancestral graves will be filled with smoke."
Lin Sanqi had a bitter face:
"Dad, studying Chinese medicine is too hard and tiring. I've been studying Western medicine for five years and I'm already exhausted. Learning Chinese medicine is really even more difficult. As a human being, happiness is the most important thing. Is it really necessary to work so hard? What's this about ancestral heritage and national treasures? Listen, is this something that we young people today can shoulder?"
If other Chinese medicine practitioners heard this, they would surely summon thunder to kill this guy who didn't know how to cherish.
The 1950s and the early 1960s were the era when China produced the last batch of "great masters". Once the opportunity was missed, it would be gone forever. There was actually a gap in the inheritance.
During this period, every old Chinese medicine practitioner had his own exclusive secrets, and the prescriptions they kept secret were truly treasures of Chinese medicine.
Now that there is such a good opportunity in front of Lin Sanqi, he is truly the typical example of someone who enters a treasure mountain without realizing it, and sees a true Buddha without bowing down.
(End of this chapter)
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