In the early 1985, the official exchange rate of one dollar was exchanged for nearly three dollars. Of course, because foreign exchange was in short supply at that time, the price of the black market must have been much higher.

But the fourth brother is doing it right. Her brother made net money from foreign countries, so the fourth brother is also clear about these things.

After the translator communicated with the bearded foreigner named Kevin, the bearded man suddenly felt a little embarrassed: he actually asked the child to despise him.

I originally wanted to try it out, whether I could get a bargain, but now it seems that there is no chance: even children know the value of yew, let alone those adults.

So he shrugged: "Little boy, I'm joking with you. You are very cute, a child who loves labor."

After saying something, the little brother smiled: "Of course, my brother said that if these yews grow for decades, each one would be worth more than 100,000 yuan!"

Well, Kevin is now more sure that the people here do know what they are doing. It seems that the islander named Mitsui is right.

But he was also sure that there are indeed resources for yew here, which is also good news for his pharmaceutical company.

Kevin still did his homework on the Chinese system.

Their company wanted to enter the Chinese market, but he was selected as a pioneer. He had read a lot of Chinese information, and even spoke some Chinese.

He knew that this country was an official society and officials had great power, so it was best to start with the official.

At this time, Liu Qingshan also rushed over after hearing the news. Grandpa mute walked slowly in front of him, as if he was strolling in the garden, but in fact, Liu Qingshan trotted all the way to catch up with his master.

When he got closer, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned: Didn't he meant that two old gentlemen, old Chinese doctors, why are there foreigners?

Have even foreigners started to learn Chinese medicine? Haha, can’t they take their pulse?

Master Yang quickly introduced: "Mumbling brother, Qingshan, this is Mr. Song from the Hong Kong Federation of Traditional Chinese Medicine. He comes from a medical family and is a master of the field of traditional Chinese medicine in Hong Kong."

"Mr. Song is particularly good at acupuncture, and is known as Song Yi's needle."

The old man with a long hair and a young face gave a very old-fashioned bow and said modestly: "Song understands some medical skills, but he dare not call him a master."

Although he is humble, he has a sense of arrogance between his eyebrows, and he is obviously very conceited about his medical skills.

Master Yang turned to another fat and fat old man and then introduced: "This is Director Fan of the Hong Kong China Dietary Association. He devotes himself to studying medicinal food and is good at making soup with medicinal materials. He is known as Fan Yi Tang."

"A general minor problem, drink a bowl of medicinal soup for the old man to cure it."

Director Fan also happily bowed his hand, looking easy-going: "I'm over the award, I'm actually a cook."

Both of them speak awkwardly Mandarin.

“Welcome to two masters.”

Liu Qingshan also bowed to the two according to the etiquette taught by the mute master.

Since you can make a name for yourself in Hong Kong, you must be a little more capable.

The mute grandfather just nodded to the other party with a silly smile.

Mr. Song was slightly displeased and frowned slightly: This is so rude to the master and apprentice. The apprentice actually performed the same kind of rituals with us. Then his master has become our elders?

However, Director Fan was still happy, and even held Liu Qingshan's hand and chatted enthusiastically. It seemed that he really planned to make friends with his peers.

After seeing the gifts between the two sides, Liu Qingshan nodded at Zheng Hongqi and called him "County Magistrate Zheng". In such a formal occasion where there are outsiders, he certainly would not call Brother Zheng.

Zheng Hongqi also smiled and introduced to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, this is Director Wang, who is responsible for investment promotion in the province, and he specially accompanied two international friends to visit. This is Mr. Kevin of Pfizer, and Mr. Brian, is Mr. Kevin's assistant."

Liu Qingshan immediately understood a little. Although the other party came together, they were two small groups.

Of course he knew that it was a behemoth in the pharmaceutical field. Why did they send people?

Liu Qingshan can't remember clearly when Pfizer entered the domestic market, but it should have been around 1990s, and now it seems to be ahead of schedule?

Liu Qingshan's heart moved: Could it be that it was also for the yew?

After shaking hands with each other, they walked to Mukeling, and everyone chatted while walking.

Director Fan strolled forward and praised:

"There are no good mountains and rivers. It is far away from the hustle and bustle, and the grass is full of vitality. It is really a good place for health preservation. If you can build a house here, this life will be enough."

Liu Qingshan smiled and pointed to the woodcut in front: "Then how about we build a wooden house for Mr. Fan?"

But this fat and fat old man shook his hand happily:

"It's too late, it's too late. I've been rolling in the world for so many years, and I've been covered in vulgarity."

"If I really want to live in seclusion here, I have to get sick if I hold it in my mouth. I can only envy you, haha."

Liu Qingshan really admires Mr. Fan. Living real and being open-minded is enough to live long.

The old Mr. Song remained silent all the way, looking quite cold.

When approaching the wooden house, the fragrance of tea eggs came over. It was Li Tieniu, who was cooking tea eggs for the children.

Big Bear also grinded around the stove outside, and was often beaten with feet, followed by a shout: "It's not cooked yet, you can only eat two eggs at that time!"

It’s not enough to have no limit. The big bear’s belly, a hundred tea eggs, isn’t enough for it to eat half full.

The big bear was humming and then ran down the mountain with joy. It had seen Liu Qingshan, so it might as well eat it with two pieces of candy first.

He rolled and crawled to the front, shocking the guests. Big Bear, now the size of a black bear, is so scary that he is swaying.

"It's okay, it was raised by my master since he was a child and it won't hurt anyone."

Liu Qingshan explained while taking candy from his pocket.

Kevin adapted the fastest. These foreigners have all kinds of pets. Not to mention black bears, even cougars, tigers and crocodiles, some people keep them.

At this time, Mr. Song Yizhen, who had been in a cold posture, suddenly showed surprise on his face and twisted his silver beard with his hands and said:

"I used to have an ancient prescription that needed fresh bear gall as medicine. I bought this bear!"

He spoke Mandarin in a difficult manner, and Big Bear could not understand it, otherwise he would have to slap him.

Liu Qingshan also glanced at Mr. Song and felt dissatisfied: I have said that it was raised by my master since he was a child, and you still snatched love from a knife.

The most important thing is to take bear bile. Do you think it is a gallbladder removal surgery for people and can still survive?

This kind of style, Wu Dalang is flying a kite at first glance, and he doesn't have a good move. I don't know how he got the name. It's not the same as the brick family in later generations, right?

"Brother Song, you must be. The way of heaven can reduce the excess and make up for the deficiency. It is not your method of replenishment."

Old Man Fan also shook his hands repeatedly, disagreed with Mr. Song's approach.

"How about 10,000 Hong Kong dollars?"

Mr. Song said proudly.

Ten thousand Hong Kong dollars, even the Director Wang next to him was a little moved, and the grasshopper's legs were also fleshy.

Liu Qingshan laughed: "Old sir, don't ask me. You have to discuss this with the person involved. If Big Bear is willing to sell his bear gall to you for 10,000 yuan, I have no objection."

"you!"

Song Yizhen glared at Liu Qingshan, his eyes full of displeasure.

At this time, Director Wang's flexible skills were shown: "Mr. Song, we have a lot of bears. If you need them, we can find one for you in the zoo."

Song Yijian waved his hand impatiently: "The quality of bear bile is too poor, so Director Wang will not have to worry about it."

When he saw that his compatriots in Hong Kong were angry, Director Wang of course also wanted to be angry. He frowned and scolded Liu Qingshan:

"You little comrade, you have no high ideological awareness."

Liu Qingshan looked down on such an official. He looked at him with one face to the outside but another face to the inside, so he laughed twice:

"Director Wang, for my master, this bear is equivalent to a child raised by himself. Are your children willing to give others courage?"

This was choking. Director Wang hummed twice in his nose, and he had already started to think about how to deal with this boy who didn't know how to deal with the world.

After entering the woodcut, Liu Qingshan and Gao Feng arranged to make tea for everyone.

The tea is a medicinal tea made by the mute grandfather. Others don’t feel anything when they drink it, but the director Fan’s eyes lit up:

"Good tea, good tea, there is tea in Kanto, called Kidney Essence, which was the thing at that time."

Liu Qingshan nodded with a smile, and also admired the old man's knowledge.

Director Fan sipped again: "The most wonderful thing is that there are several other herbs added to this tea, making this Kidney Essence Tea not arrogant or impatient, just like a gentleman, beneficial but harmless."

After saying that, he put down the rough bowl and hugged the mute grandpa again: "I admire it."

"It's just a rural villager's technique." Mr. Song, who had a handsome face, had a different view.

Just now, he had no interest in taking a sip.

Liu Qingshan just smiled. He thought the current situation was quite interesting: for the three people, including the mute grandpa, Director Fan and Mr. Song, they were in three different realms.

This Mr. Song should be the lowest. Although he looks like an immortal, he is just a skin bag, and he is just a common person.

Director Fan is at a higher level and already has the intention of doing whatever he wants.

The master is the highest, it should be the kind of returning to nature, right?

At this time, Song Yizhen finally couldn't help but ask: "I heard that you found an old ginseng plant. I wonder if you can take it out and identify it?"

What he used was "identification", which means that the meaning of "suspecting the fraud of wild ginseng".

Because of the preciousness of wild ginseng, there were endless methods of fraud before liberation, which was not surprising at all.

These days, the mute grandfather has finished the work of Yeshan. After all, I don’t know when the other party will come to pick it up, and what if it is released.

So the mute grandfather raised his hand and asked Gao Feng to bring the box to store the old ginseng.

Grandpa Mute doesn’t have much furniture here, and there is only one piece of box. In the top floor is the dried old ginseng.

After taking it out, Mr. Song immediately took out a magnifying glass and began to carefully check the authenticity of the old ginseng.

Director Fan was dazed at the box, and his originally happy face gradually became solemn.

Liu Qingshan also quickly noticed this situation. He glanced at the box and found that there was a statue on the floor below.

It was the statue of the wooden man who was bowing to him when he was a disciple. He looked like an old man, riding a tiger on his back. Liu Qingshan always thought he was the old man in the mountain god.

"This is the image of the Medicine King. Are you the successor of the Medicine King?"

Director Fan asked in a trembling voice, his eyes widened, looking at the mute old man incredible eyes, all of his inner shock was written on his face.

The successor of the Medicine King?
Chapter completed!