"As you know, I'm good at making ointments, so I want to open a pharmaceutical company specializing in this area. There will definitely be a market for it in the future."
Lu Qingyang explained, trying to draw Kong Laoliu's interest back to the pharmaceutical factory project itself.
"Pharmaceutical factory?" Kong Laoliu's eyes were lacking interest just now, but when he heard about the ointment, his eyes suddenly burst into astonishing light.
"Yes, yes, that's it, Brother Qingyang. Your ointment is the real good stuff. It works instantly. It's amazing!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly, "Opening a pharmaceutical factory? Great! That's great! This is the right way! After all..."
He changed the subject and his eyes became extremely eager:
"Brother, we've been friends for a long time, so let's be frank. Setting up your pharmaceutical factory requires equipment, plant, approvals... a ton of hassles. The investment is huge, the results are slow, and the risks are minimal. Why bother?"
He sat down again and crossed his legs:
"If you ask me, the easiest and most profitable way is to sell me the ointment formula! All at once! I'll pay a high price! I'll definitely satisfy you. With that money, you can do whatever you want? Maybe start a textile factory, or something else? How easy would that be? Why bother setting up a factory from scratch and going through all the trouble?"
Lu Qingyang shook his head, knowing that he had always coveted this.
"You're joking. That recipe is the core of my future pharmaceutical factory. Selling it? Of course."
Kong Laoliu also understood his temper and was not angry: "Oh, I understand. It's a family heirloom, so it's normal to sell it. Brother, I'm rude, so I'll drink a glass as a punishment!"
He picked up the teacup on the table and took a big sip.
Putting down the teacup, he rolled his eyes, as if remembering something:
"Brother Qingyang, speaking of foundation... I remember back in the black market, you not only had good prescriptions, but also... I think... you collected some very interesting old items. They were of quite good quality! Like... um... a blue and white bowl? And a jade plaque with very fine carvings?"
"They are just little things, not worth mentioning."
"Hey, Brother Qingyang, you're too modest. I've been in Hong Kong for all these years. Although I haven't learned much, my eyes have definitely been trained! I've seen a lot of things with the big guys. Those things of yours looked ordinary back then, but now I think they are definitely serious and good things. In Hong Kong, there are not many people who like to collect them."
Kong Laoliu stood up and said, "Brother, you're starting a business now and you need a lot of money. Why are you guarding those old things? And you're not going to have children! How about...transferring them to me? Don't worry, the price is absolutely fair. I guarantee it will be higher than anyone else's offer in the mainland!"
I'm familiar with the market in Hong Kong. I can help you convert it directly into hard currency! US dollars! Hong Kong dollars! Or... gold bars, take your pick! With this money, your pharmaceutical factory's startup capital will be mostly solved. It's a win-win situation for us!
Kong Laoliu's abacus was clacking: I could buy the prescription, get those antiques at a low price, and then sell them in Hong Kong for a huge profit!
Moreover, the money came faster. He was sure that Lu Qingyang was in urgent need of funds and would definitely be tempted.
Unexpectedly, Lu Qingyang still shook his head: "If you want it, I will sell it. If you want to invest, I welcome it. I guarantee that you will lose money, but I will sell these antiques."
He has more than just these good things, he also has several other good things, the most valuable of which should be the painting.
However, those are all Chinese antiques. He would never let them be scattered around, and would rather collect them in the space.
The muscles on Kong Laoliu's face twitched. He looked at Lu Qingyang's shrewd appearance, as if he saw the young man in the black market who was holding the ointment and had the same stubborn and fierce look in his eyes.
"Back then, your ointment helped me make my first fortune. I, Kong Laoliu, not to mention going to Hong Kong City to make a living, also made a fortune. I, brother, will always remember this kindness! Although I, Kong Laoliu, look like a gentleman in a suit now, I still value loyalty at heart!"
He patted his chest, making a "bang bang" sound.
"Since you're running this pharmaceutical company now and you're short on cash, and you trust me... well, let me invest some money! It won't be much, but it'll be a small token of my appreciation to you, Old Six Kong! I'll repay your kindness in helping me back then! Whether you make a profit or a loss, I'll take the blame! Just consider it... a personal debt of gratitude!"
He held up five fingers and said a number.
"Brother, don't complain about it being too little! The expenses in Hong Kong are also high. This is all the money I have for my living expenses! You know, I just like to make some quick money. Your factory... your response is too slow. It makes me dizzy just listening to it."
He scratched his slicked-back hair and smiled a bit sheepishly: "I've heard that if you say it's possible, I'll believe you, brother! Back then, everyone else believed in your ointment, but I was the only one who believed it!"
Lu Qingyang's heart moved slightly.
Confucius is truly mercenary and greedy.
But the loyalty he showed at this moment was not fake.
"I, Lu Qingyang, will remember this kindness. This money is a real help for the start-up phase. If the pharmaceutical factory is successful, it will not be possible without your part."
"Oh, don't bother saying that. I don't care. Just work hard and make that factory a success. That will make me proud too!"
"That's for sure."
Lu Qingyang frowned: "But, I still need your help with something."
"What help?" Kong Laoliu was stunned.
"I want you to help me exchange the gold bars into Hong Kong dollars."
"Well, this is a trivial matter. Gold is a hard currency. I'm familiar with a well-established gold shop in Hong Kong. It's a reliable place, and the owner is my lifelong friend! I'll charge the handling fee according to the rules, and I'll definitely not rip you off! I'll also get the best exchange rate for you!"
"Brother Qingyang, this matter is extremely urgent. I have to go to Hong Kong in person to be safe. Telegraph and phone calls are not safe, and exchanging such a large amount of money will take some time to process. If I am too impatient, it will easily lead to mistakes. Do you... trust me?"
The last question was asked very seriously.
Lu Qingyang met his gaze and without hesitation, extended his hand: "I can trust you. I'm at ease with you doing the work, brother. How long will it take for you to come back?"
"Seven or eight days at the fastest, half a month at the slowest! I'll go there myself and come back myself! I'll bring you back a small amount of money! If anything goes wrong..."
He bit his tongue and said, "I, Kong Laoliu, am here to see you with my head!"
"You're too kind." Lu Qingyang shook his head, his tone still calm, "Safety first, I'll wait for news from my brother."
"Although I, Kong Laoliu, love money, I value people even more! Leave this matter to me!"
Before Kong Laoliu left, he left him 50,000 yuan. Even if the gold nuggets were taken away by him, Lu Qing would not have suffered any loss. Therefore, he completely trusted him in this matter.
With these 50,000 yuan, plus my own 30,000 yuan, I now have 80,000 yuan, which is quite a difference.
Lu Qingyang wanted to wait for Kong Laoliu to come back with the money.
He just didn't expect that Fang Zhongwen would find out about his bold move.
Qin Zhenhua told him all of Lu Qingyang's actions.
Fang Zhongwen frowned, thinking that his son had achieved some success in running a textile factory. Unexpectedly, he had even greater ambitions.
Ding Panyun saw her husband's worried look and asked, "What's wrong? What's bothering you?"
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