The scholar smiled bitterly: "Life is a bit hard, but I enjoy it."
"Enough!" The great-aunt couldn't take it anymore. "You pedantic scholar! Your Confucian way of not competing or fighting is still a disadvantage in today's society. If I'm not mistaken, you're here to pool your money again, aren't you?"
The pedantic scholar blushed and said, "I'm so sorry to have made you laugh at me, Senior Sister."
What? Is Confucianism really that poor now?
On the surface, Confucianism must mean scholars who only know how to read books. But those who came into contact with Peng Jun here must be capable.
At least they know kung fu.
How can someone so capable be this poor?
Even if you were a private bodyguard for a rich person, you wouldn't be this poor, right?
"Zheng Yang! Do you have any business ideas that would be suitable for them?"
"Huh? Master! I don't know anything about what they can do."
"He is knowledgeable in the Four Books and Five Classics and Feng Shui secrets; as for martial arts, his skills are no less than mine."
That's amazing?
"Hey, Mr. Peng! You can't say that. How can we compare to you?"
Whether we compare or not, it's all the same. In today's society, who still cares about the Four Books and Five Classics?
Even if it's a feng shui secret technique, without promotion and fame, wealthy people won't willingly hand over their money.
The pedantic scholar said, "Actually, we can still barely make ends meet thanks to our medical skills."
Medical skills? Is that any good?
Peng Jun: "Nowadays people believe in Western medicine, so what you're doing is just like eating coarse food and wild vegetables."
The pedantic scholar smiled slightly and did not refute.
"We're good at medicine, and we can produce traditional Chinese medicine. Here's what we'll do! I'll invest in a pharmaceutical factory for you. You can choose a few medicines to produce, and I'll help you market them."
"This..." The scholar hesitated, "If you produce and sell medicine without seeing the patient, it may not cure the serious illness, or it may leave residual effects of the medicine."
Every medicine has some degree of toxicity; any residue can be harmful to people.
Um... I admire his conscience, but if everyone thought like him, then all the major pharmaceutical companies should just stop selling.
Sigh! No wonder they live such a hard life, they are so kind.
"I can also invest in opening a hospital for you, is that alright?"
"That must cost a lot of money!"
"You don't need to worry about the money."
The pedantic scholar was still hesitating.
The great-aunt was so angry that she started scolding: "I say, you old pedant! What are you still hesitating about? If you keep being so afraid of everything, your Confucian school will become extinct."
How many young people today would be willing to endure the hardships you've faced?
“Then consider the money that Nephew Zheng received as a loan from us.”
It turns out he didn't want to owe me a favor.
"Whatever you say, Uncle-Master. You don't need to rush to pay back the money. So, where do you want to open a hospital?"
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