Chapter 125 Big Step
"You wait!"

The traitor leader uttered a cruel word and ran out of the yard in shame.

"Bah!" Wang Deming spat at his back, "What the hell!"

If you dare to despise me, I will let you know what a stray dog ​​is!

Looking back at the helpless faces of the others, Wang Deming sighed in his heart, and his tone became gentle. He ordered them: "Move it back to where you moved it from!"

"Don't worry, I'll give you the money."

The people in Wobo are all very poor, and there is no need for Wang Deming to delay their efforts to earn a living just for a little money.

The servants looked at each other. The leader, looking at Wang Deming's clothes and the group of people around him, thought that he would not refuse to pay. So he took the lead and carefully moved several pieces of furniture and porcelain back to the inner house.

A flash of disappointment flashed across the face of the short and fat middle-aged man next to him, who was wearing a suit, had short hair and glasses.

Then he walked up to Wang Deming enthusiastically, took out a business card from his briefcase, leaned over slightly and handed it to him with both hands, introducing himself as follows: "I am Ge Maozhai from Wanjuxing, also known as Baofu Ge."

"If there is anything you want to share at home?"

"Or if there's anything you like, come find me!"

Wang Deming took the business card with one hand and took a look at it. This business card was not the small card used in later generations, but a gold-stamped name card with the person's name, store name, location, etc. written on it.

Holding it in his hand, he asked him with amusement, "Which brother of the Ge family are you? Why do you three brothers call yourselves Baofu Ge when you are outside?"

"In the past, there was a man named Ge Lao Er who often came to my relative's house. He also called himself Baofu Ge."

Ge Maozhai showed a look of shame on his face, and he clasped his hands and replied, "My father is the real burden. After my father passed away, the three of us brothers continued to make a living in this business by relying on his reputation."

"But don't worry, the three of us brothers will never disgrace the reputation of our ancestors!"

"Wan Juxing is located on the north side of Zhushi Street. It has two storefronts. You are welcome to visit when it is convenient for you."

"Okay, Baofu Ge is well-known. Although I am young, I have heard of your name for a long time. I will definitely visit you someday." Wang Deming carefully put away the business card, bowed to Ge Maozhai and said in return: "Please come in!"

"Please stay! Gentlemen, I'll see you later!" Ge Maozhai bowed to everyone and left the yard quickly.

Ha Yumin frowned slightly as he looked at Wang Deming's figure, wondering what he was thinking about.
After Wang Deming paid the bill to the people at 2 cents per person, they continued to stroll around the fourth and fifth courtyards of the inner house, while Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong sneaked in at some point.

After the tour, everyone returned to the main hall of the second courtyard and sat down. Ha Yumin took the initiative to ask with concern: "Deming, your house in Suzhou Hutong is going to be a Chinese medicine factory; and the house over here is going to be used for Chinese medicine training and research."

"Then your own residence and the subsequent operating funds"

"Of course, I believe things will get better and better once operations improve, but you can't invest alone in this early stage!"

Ha Yumin looked at Zhao Shuping and the others, who all nodded to him, "Well, I will donate 1000 yuan, and I will also donate all the books in my home here;"

Zhao Shuping followed closely behind: "I have 2000 yuan, Deming, and my family's collection of books; later I will also seek the four famous doctors' collections and support."

"Okay, 1000 yuan too!"

Others donated generously.

"Haha, Deming, this is what we call 'many hands make light work'!"

"We old men are counting on you to show off your skills!"

Wang Deming stood up and clasped his hands to the people sitting in the circle, and said excitedly: "My fellow seniors are united in purpose, and I will definitely live up to your trust! We will carry forward our traditional Chinese medicine!"

"These two are the shareholders of our Chinese medicine factory, Mr. Cha Kuiyuan and Mr. Zhang Shouchong."

"They are also planning to set up a Chinese medicine factory and shop recently. Please tell us about the progress of the Chinese medicine factory." Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong did not expect Wang Deming to directly push them to the front. After a little hesitation, Zhang Shouchong stood up, clasped his fists, and introduced himself: "I am Zhang Shouchong, and I am now the manager of the Chinese medicine factory in Suzhou Hutong."

"This Cha Kuiyuan is the deputy manager. The name of the Chinese medicine factory, "Qianzhong Chinese Medicine Factory," has been successfully registered with the Industry and Commerce Bureau. We are now waiting for the Ministry of Health's approval."

"We have also recruited many experienced people from Tong Ren Tang who are either involved in purchasing or making medicines;"

"Now everything is ready, and we just need the right time. Once the government officially approves our business, we can start large-scale purchases and production, and provide high-quality Chinese medicines and preparations for the many affiliated clinics and TCM clinics of the TCM Association."

"Well, as the saying goes, fortunes are born with misfortunes, and misfortunes are born with fortunes!" Zhao Shuping sighed, "Today's Ministry of Health's TCM Qualification Examination really woke us old guys up!"

"I was feeling depressed when I heard some good news!"

"Deming, I will go to the Ministry of Health immediately to speed up the approval of the Chinese medicine factory."

"Mr. Cha, Mr. Zhang, I'll have to trouble you two to teach us the basics of Chinese medicine!"

"You're welcome! We are also working for the country and the people."

"it is good"

Just as Zhao Shuping said, these old men were all in low spirits when they came out of the Ministry of Health; but when they came out of the yard of No. 18 Qinlao Hutong, all the old men had rosy faces, as if they had drunk two taels of wine and were in high spirits.

Wang Deming said goodbye to everyone one by one. When he came to Ha Yumin, he glanced at Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, pulled Wang Deming a few steps away from the courtyard gate, and asked in a low voice: "Deming, you got these two courtyards from them, right? Why did you ask them to build a Chinese medicine factory?"

“They are.”

"Back then, the old lady from the Tong family sold a green feather pipe for 2 yuan; there were many people talking about it on the street."

"Uncle Yumin, don't worry, I know what's going on." Wang Deming turned around and smiled at Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong, then lowered his head and whispered in Ha Yumin's ear, "I helped them spend their money in the right way, and they are grateful to me."

"Just wait until the Chinese medicine factory is officially operational, and you'll see!"

Ha Yumin turned his head slightly to look at the confident smile on Wang Deming's face, and then smiled lightly after feeling relieved, and patted Wang Deming's arm vigorously, "Haha, good boy!"

"Okay, I'm leaving!"

"By the way," Ha Yumin came back after taking two steps and reminded him, "The medical license won't be issued so quickly."

"There are still several rounds of exams to come, and the Chinese New Year is approaching. I guess the medical licenses will not be issued uniformly until after the Chinese New Year."

"Don't worry about the other things you mentioned today. Let's finish the Rural Doctors Manual first, and put everything else off until after the New Year."

"Also, think about yourself too!"

"Okay! I got it!" Wang Deming nodded heavily.

"Okay, go back. I think those two probably have something else to talk to you about."

Watching Ha Yumin's short and fat figure, wearing a long gown, slowly disappearing at the intersection, Wang Deming felt a warm feeling in his heart and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

I am lucky that there have always been people who care about me.

Exhaling a long breath of white mist, Wang Deming walked back to the courtyard gate and asked, "Did I go to you two to complain?"

"Hey, who cares about them!"

"Zhu Jiajin and Zhang Boju came to visit us several times, and brought people from the Palace Museum with them, including some of our distant relatives."

"This follow-up"

(End of this chapter)