Lin Sanqi went to the pharmacy first to take a look.
The pharmacy currently only sells four secret prescription medicines, so the workflow is not very complicated.
Ever since Uncle Lin Wu took over the sand and gravel business, the second son of the Lin family, Lin Duzhong, has temporarily taken on the role of pharmacy manager.
Lin Sanqi was not afraid that he would embezzle money. After all, the factory records, inventory records, and sales records were all complete. The daily statistics were just a comparison of the three accounts, and even a missing pill could be found.
Lin Duzhong was standing on a table with an aluminum speaker, conducting loudly:
"Line up, line up, everyone line up. The guy in the flowered shirt, if you glare at me again, I'll throw you out of Temple Street."
"Everyone, please prepare your money. We sell a maximum of 10 pills of all our secret formula medicines per person. If you have more, please don't ask."
"Those who have bought medicine, hurry forward. Don't stop and don't try to get back in line. I'm watching you."
More than a dozen clerks were busy at the counter inside the pharmacy.
There were people selling medicine, collecting money, and carrying things, and everyone was busy and happy.
Fortunately, this is Hong Kong, and the Lin family's pharmacy is profitable enough, so two air conditioners are installed inside, which are constantly blowing out cold air, so the working environment is not bad.
Lin Duzhong was sharp-eyed. When he saw his younger brother not far away, he immediately jumped off the table and asked a waiter to take over his position to direct the queue.
"Qizai, you're back."
Looking at his second brother whose smile had become much more sincere, Lin Sanqi couldn't help but sigh in his heart: It is true that poverty breeds cunning schemes, while wealth breeds conscience.
When he was in Peking, this second brother was always thinking about how to take advantage of others. He was as stingy as Grandet and did things very selfishly. This was also the reason why Lin Sanqi disliked this brother.
But after arriving in Hong Kong, he no longer had to worry about food and drink, and he could get a regular income from the clinic, so the second brother began to change his ways.
Even if he doesn't reform himself, at least he does things in an orderly manner, which shows that he still has working ability. After all, he is still the son of Doctor Lin Kushen.
"Second brother, you've worked so hard. The employees have air conditioning in the store, but you, the manager, are basking in the sun on the street."
Lin Duzhong chuckled twice and said casually:
"I'm the sales manager of Lingnantang Pharmacy now. I manage over 20 people. I'm an official now, so of course I have to get things done. Don't worry, little brother. With me around, the employees won't be able to slack off."
Lin Sanqi thought, well, this second brother is still a bit obsessed with power.
Looking at the situation on the scene, the employees in the pharmacy have no chance to be lazy. If they are a little slow, they will be scolded by the consumers who buy medicine.
"Brother, how are the daily sales now? Are there any problems with production capacity?"
Lin Duzhong had a plan in mind, and at this moment he patted his chest and said:
"Every day, all the medicines we bring from Lizhi Wo are sold out. For example, the best-selling medicine for cutting off the blood flow sells 1,000 pills a day.
Let me tell you, Duan Xueluo is not only a must-have medicine for Hong Kong gangs in fights, but it is also a medicine that must be prepared for obstetrics and gynecology departments throughout Hong Kong and even throughout Southeast Asia.
In the past, Hong Kong people would give their daughters a few pieces of fish maw as a gift, as they were afraid of heavy bleeding during childbirth. Nowadays, Hong Kong people's dowries always include a box of "blood-stopping medicine" as a precautionary measure for emergency use.
The sales volume of Pian Zai Huang is also 1,000 pills a day. It has now become a must-have tonic for Chinese people in Hong Kong and throughout Southeast Asia, especially those who often socialize. They must take one pill before drinking.
The third best-selling product is Aoaojiao, which has a daily supply of 800 pills. Originally, this product should have the largest sales volume, but there is currently a shortage of raw materials.
Wow, little brother, let me tell you, Aoaojiao is a good medicine. The prostitutes on Portland Street and Shanghai Street next door to us are very smart. We sell it for 20 Hong Kong dollars per pill, and they sell it to customers for 50 yuan per pill.
Damn, these women make more than us. I'm thinking about raising the price.
As for Angong Niuhuang Wan, the current daily sales volume is 500 pills.
Oh, by the way, there is already a Western medicine hospital negotiating with us, wanting to cooperate with us for some kind of brain resuscitation treatment in neurosurgery, but I haven’t agreed yet.
The total daily sales of these medicines is fixed at 61,000 yuan, not a penny more or less.
At the end of each day, we would deposit the money into the nearby HSBC Bank. I handed over all the accounts to my third brother and his wife. Don't worry, little brother, with my brother around, no one would be able to take a penny."
Lin Sanqi did some calculations in his head: 60,000 a day, about 1.8 million a month, and 20 million a year.
20 million in 1963 was definitely a huge number. The turnover of most companies in the stock market did not reach this number.
At that time, real estate in Kowloon cost only 300 yuan per square meter.
But Lin Sanqi was not satisfied. He had used hunger marketing before because Lingnan Hall was new and had no reputation, so he had to come up with some crooked tricks.
Now that Lingnan Hall has become famous, there is no need to be hesitant. We must expand rapidly while Lingnan Hall has become a well-known brand in Southeast Asia.
"Second brother, I asked Uncle Six and the real estate agency to buy some shops in downtown Hong Kong. How are they doing now?"
Uncle Lin said somewhat embarrassedly:
"I'm not sure about that. Dad doesn't let me get involved in anything other than the pharmacy. If it comes to financial matters, you'd better ask my third sister-in-law or Dad."
Lin Sanqi almost burst out laughing and quickly waved his hand:
"Brother, go ahead and do your work. I'll go see dad."
Lin Duzhong didn't take it seriously. He knew that his father didn't trust him, but he also knew his own limitations.
Now he is the manager of Lingnantang Pharmacy, with a monthly salary of 5,000 yuan. Compared with the monthly salary of 32 yuan when he was an acupuncturist at Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine, Lin Duzhong is already very satisfied.
He also received dividends from Lingnantang Medical Clinic.
Lin Kushen had previously promised that he would take two shares of the clinic's annual dividends, and Lin Hongshen, Lin Kushen, and his three sons would each take one share, which meant that he, Lin Duzhong, could get 14% of the clinic's dividends.
The Lin family knows their own affairs. A 14% dividend is an astronomical figure for people from the mainland.
Lin Duzhong looked at the long line in front of the clinic and was already imagining how much money he would get at the end of the year. He felt that life was very promising.
Lin Sanqi walked into the clinic and found that it was no busier than the pharmacy.
There are 5 medical guides in the lobby alone.
The guides in TCM clinics are all apprentices who have certain knowledge of TCM. They not only guide patients but also introduce them to different TCM specialists based on the characteristics of the patients.
When the pharmacy apprentice has to leave for something, he has to go to the pharmacy to get medicine. Basically, he has to do all the work except sitting in the clinic.
When the staff in the clinic saw the young boss coming, they all stood up and greeted him.
Although the Lin family has never said who the heir is, everyone in the clinic knows that the young master of the Lin family is not the eldest son Lin Gancao, but the youngest son Lin Sanqi.
Lin Sanqi also waved along the way and walked towards a clinic.
Outside Lin Kucan's clinic, there were many patients waiting for their appointments. An apprentice was standing guard at the door, calling out numbers according to the situation inside. Everything was in perfect order.
Lin Sanqi walked into the clinic and called out obediently, "Dad."
Lin Kucan was taking the patient's pulse with his eyes closed. After hearing this, he opened his eyes slightly, then closed them again to think. He was not disturbed at all and did not even show any expression.
The little boy in his teens sitting next to Lin Kucan is Lin Zhuye, the eldest son of his fifth uncle.
His duty is to copy houses for his uncle. In fact, he is also an apprentice, but this kind of apprentice is a core disciple in the sect. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely become a talented person in the future.
Lin Zhuye didn't dare to make a sound, and mouthed, "Brother."
Lin Sanqi knew that when a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner was treating a patient, he could not be disturbed and no noise could be made nearby, so he nodded to his cousin and obediently found a stool to sit down.
He originally wanted to discuss some things with his father during his free time, but he ended up waiting until 12 noon.
The patient was in constant need of food and had no time to even go to the toilet.
Lin Sanqi waited until his cousin closed the toolbox before he handed him a cup of tea.
"Dad, I finally believe where our little house in Huadu and the car came from. With your terrifying outpatient volume, it's hard not to get rich."
Lin Kushen was a famous Lingnan School of Traditional Chinese Medicine practitioner. Before liberation, he once served a patient a small yellow croaker.
Nowadays, the cost of a consultation is 200 yuan, not including the cost of medicine.
If 50 patients are seen in a day, the registration fee will be 10,000 yuan.
In Hong Kong, where the average salary is only 200 to 300 yuan, the registration fee alone is more than 200,000 yuan a month, which is equivalent to buying a house in Hong Kong Island in one month.
This does not include the money earned from traditional Chinese medicine.
Doctor Lin has been working in the mainland for over a decade, earning just over 100 yuan a month. This is truly a waste of his talent. (End of this chapter)
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