The profit from 20,000 plasters can reach at least 2,000 yuan!
Two thousand yuan is no small sum; it's enough to keep all the departments in their town running normally for several months!
Xiao Changqing and the old dean thanked Yu Mingxiang excitedly, then turned around and began to whisper among themselves.
Given the nature of Yu's Pharmacy, they simply wouldn't dare to try and poach military personnel.
Not only were they hesitant, but they also felt a certain psychological burden about generating revenue through the Yu family's pharmacy, so...
After discussing it, Xiao Changqing and the old dean, father-in-law and son-in-law, unanimously decided to hand over half of the profits!
As for where it should be handed over, it will naturally be to the department under the Yu Family Pharmacy!
Therefore.
After Yu Mingxiang signed the cooperation agreement with them, the two of them eagerly took the agreement to the telegraph operator to send a telegram.
Yu Mingxiang was left speechless.
He watched the two men pull the telegraph operator away, his face full of confusion.
You said you'd send a telegram, and you actually did?
In those days, telegrams were no longer the primary means of communication; they were only used in formal occasions or emergencies.
Her pharmacy's cooperation intention is not a formal occasion, nor can it be considered an emergency, right?
Yu Mingxiang left the town hospital with her son, looking puzzled.
Xiao Changqing said he didn't know when the approval from above would come through, and told her to go about her business first. He said he would bring the deposit to sign a formal contract with her as soon as the approval came through.
Yu Mingxiang naturally had no objection to this.
Since they were already in town, she took her son to the train station, hoping to try her luck and see if she could catch up with her daughter.
As the year draws to a close, the usually quiet train station is now busier.
Yu Mingxiang and her two sons, wearing thick fur hats and with their hands tucked into their sleeves, waited for more than an hour in the cold wind outside the station.
Watching the people coming and going at the station, Yu Mingxiang eagerly awaited their return.
If she hadn't run the pharmacy, perhaps she would have already been unable to contain herself and gone directly to find her daughter.
After all, in this life they were sent-down youth, not the relegated intellectuals.
During non-farming seasons, they can apply to return to their hometowns to visit relatives or go out to work.
But now that it's mid-December, Yu Mingxiang dares not make any rash moves.
She went to find her daughter, afraid that she would miss her on the way.
But if she didn't go looking for her, and it was already this late and her daughter still hadn't returned, she, as a mother, was truly uneasy, always worried that something bad might have happened.
In the twelfth lunar month in Northeast China, your breath freezes instantly.
Although the mother and her two children were dressed warmly, they still started stamping their feet from the cold after standing outside the station for more than an hour.
Finally, Qin Xiangdong couldn't hold back any longer and said in a trembling voice, "Mom, shall we go back first?"
“We’ve never met my sister, and we don’t know Ji Zichen. Even if they come back, we might not recognize them. Besides, it’s almost noon, and it’s inconvenient for my sister-in-law to go to the front yard to cook when she’s home alone with Tuanzi.”
Upon hearing this, Yu Mingxiang was speechless.
After a moment's thought, he nodded and took his two sons back to the oxcart.
When the oxcart headed towards Hedao Village, it was in Beijing, a thousand miles away.
In an office, two men in their sixties were arguing heatedly over a budget of a thousand yuan.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the office door.
"Report! There's an urgent telegram from Baishan Town!"
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