Goldfinger is a bit strange

In early 1985, the official exchange rate for one U.S. dollar was nearly three yuan. Of course, because of the tight foreign exchange at that time, the price on the black market must have been much higher.

But Xiao Laosi’s calculation was correct. Her brother had made a net profit from foreign countries, so Xiao Laosi also knew all about these things.

After the translator communicated with the bearded foreigner named Kevin, the bearded foreigner suddenly felt a little embarrassed: he was despised by the children.

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

So he shrugged his shoulders: "Kid, I'm kidding you, you are very cute and a child who loves to work."

After saying this, the little old man beamed with praise: "Of course, my brother said that if these yew trees grow for decades, each one can be worth hundreds of thousands!"

Well, Kevin is now more sure that the people here are indeed knowledgeable. It seems that the island native named Mitsui is right.

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

Kevin has done his homework on China’s system.

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

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

At this time, Liu Qingshan also came after hearing the news, and the mute grandfather walked in front slowly, seemingly strolling, but in fact, Liu Qingshan trotted all the way to catch up with the master.

When he came closer, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but was slightly startled: Didn't he say that it was two old gentlemen and old Chinese doctors who came? Why are there foreigners?

Could it be that even foreigners have begun to learn Chinese medicine? Haha, can they feel their pulse?

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

"Mr. Song is particularly good at acupuncture and is known as Song Yizhen."

The silver-bearded old man with white hair and a boyish face made a very old-fashioned salute and said humbly: "Song knows some medical skills, but I don't dare to call him a master."

Although he spoke modestly, there was a sense of arrogance between his brows, and he was obviously very conceited about his medical skills.

Master Yang turned to another plump old man and introduced: "This is Fan, the director of the Hong Kong Island Chinese Diet Association. He devotes himself to the study of medicinal diets and is good at making soups with medicinal materials. He is known as Fan Yitang."

"Common minor ailments can be cured by drinking a bowl of medicinal soup from the old man."

Director Fan happily held his hand in his hand and said with an easy-going look: "Thank you, I'm actually just a cook."

Both of them speak Mandarin rather awkwardly.

"Welcome both masters."

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

Since they can make a name for themselves in Hong Kong Island, they must have some real abilities.

The mute grandpa, on the other hand, just nodded to the other party with a naive smile.

This made Mr. Song slightly displeased and frowned slightly: This master and disciple are so rude. The disciple actually treated us as equals. Doesn't his master become our elder?

Director Fan, on the other hand, was still cheerful. He even held Liu Qingshan's hand and chatted enthusiastically for a few words. It seemed that he really wanted to have a friendship.

After the two parties had finished the ceremony, Liu Qingshan nodded to Zheng Hongqi and called him "County Magistrate Zheng". In such a formal occasion with outsiders, of course he would not call him Brother Zheng.

Zheng Hongqi also introduced Liu Qingshan with a smile: "Qingshan, this is Director Wang who is responsible for investment promotion in the province. He specially accompanied two international friends to come for inspection; this is Mr. Kevin from Pfizer, and this is Mr. Brian. , is Mr. Kevin’s assistant.”

Liu Qingshan immediately understood that although the other party came together, they were two small groups.

Of course he knew about Pfizer. It was a behemoth in the pharmaceutical field. Why did they send people here?

Liu Qingshan doesn't remember exactly when Pfizer entered the domestic market, but it should have been around 1990. It seems to be earlier now?

Liu Qingshan thought: Could it be that he also came here for the yew trees?

After shaking hands with each other, they walked to Mukoleng, chatting while walking.

Director Fan walked forward and praised:

"The beautiful mountains and rivers are not enough. It is far away from the hustle and bustle, with lush vegetation and strong vitality. It is really a good place to maintain health. If you can live here in a house, this life will be enough."

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

But this fat old man waved his hand cheerfully:

"It's too late, it's too late. After living in the world of mortals for so many years, I have become tainted with vulgarity."

"If I were really asked to live in seclusion here, I would have to suppress my illness. All I can do is express envy, haha."

Liu Qingshan admires Mr. Fan very much. He lives a true life and has this open-mindedness, which is enough to live a long life.

Mr. Song, on the other hand, remained silent all the way, looking rather aloof.

As we approached the wooden house, the aroma of tea eggs wafted over. It was Li Tieniu, cooking tea eggs for the children.

Big Bear was also grinding around the stove set up outside. He was kicked in the face from time to time and scolded: "It's not done yet. You can only eat two eggs by then!"

There's no limit. Just the bear's belly, with a hundred tea eggs, isn't enough for him to eat half full.

The big bear grunted, and then ran down the mountain happily. It had already seen Liu Qingshan, so it might as well eat two pieces of candy first.

He rolled and crawled forward, shocking the guests. The big bear was now much larger than an ordinary black bear, and it was so scary to be swaying around.

"It's okay. My master raised him since he was a child. He doesn't hurt anyone."

Liu Qingshan explained while taking out candy from his pocket.

Kevin was the quickest to adapt. They, foreigners, kept all kinds of pets. Not to mention black bears, there were also people who kept cougars, tigers, crocodiles and the like.

At this time, Mr. Song Yizhen, who had always maintained a cold attitude, suddenly showed surprise, twirled his silver whiskers and said:

"I used to have an ancient recipe that required fresh bear bile to be used as medicine. I bought this bear!"

He speaks Mandarin poorly and Big Bear can't understand him. Otherwise, he would have to slap him with a big slap.

Liu Qingshan also glanced at Mr. Song, feeling dissatisfied: I have already said that my master raised him since he was a child, but you still want to steal his love.

The most important thing is to remove bear bile. Do you think people can still survive if they are performing gallbladder removal surgery?

This kind of behavior, at first glance, looks like Wu Dalang flying a kite, his shots are not very good, and I don't know how he got the reputation. Isn't it the same virtue as the later generations of Zhuanjiao?

"Brother Song, it's necessary. The way of heaven is to make up for the excess of the damage and make up for the deficiency. This is not your way of making up for it."

Old Man Fan also waved his hands repeatedly, disapproving of Mr. Song's approach.

"How about 10,000 Hong Kong dollars?"

Mr. Song said proudly.

10,000 Hong Kong dollars, even Director Wang next to him was a little moved. Grasshopper legs are also meat.

Liu Qingshan chuckled: "Old sir, don't ask me. You have to discuss this matter with the person involved. If Big Bear is willing to sell his bear bile to you for ten thousand yuan, I don't have any objection."

"you!"

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

At this time, Director Wang's dexterity showed: "Mr. Song, there are quite a lot of bears in our province. If you need one, we can find one for you in the zoo."

Song Yizhen waved his hand impatiently: "The quality of artificially fed bear bile is too poor, so Director Wang won't bother."

Seeing that the Hong Kong compatriots were angry, Director Wang was naturally angry too. He frowned and scolded Liu Qingshan:

"You little comrade, your ideological consciousness is not high."

Liu Qingshan looked down on this kind of official, who had one face to the outside world but another face to the inside, so he chuckled:

"Director Wang, to my master, this bear is equivalent to the child he raised. Are your children willing to embarrass others?"

These words were so choking that Director Wang snorted twice and began to wonder in his heart how to deal with this boy who didn't know how high the sky was.

After entering Mukereng, Liu Qingshan and Gao Feng prepared tea for everyone.

The tea was a medicinal tea made by the mute grandpa. Others didn't feel anything when drinking it, but Director Fan's eyes lit up:

"Good tea, good tea. There is tea in Guandong. It is called kidney essence. It was the most popular tea at that time."

Liu Qingshan smiled and nodded, somewhat admiring the old man's extensive knowledge.

Director Fan took another sip: "The best thing is that several other herbs are added to this tea, making this kidney essence tea neither arrogant nor impetuous, just like a gentle gentleman, beneficial but harmless."

After saying that, he put down the big rough bowl and clasped his fists at the mute grandpa: "I admire you."

"It's just a villager's technique." Mr. Song, the white-haired boy with a boyish face, had a different view.

Just looking at the rough tea set, he had no interest in taking a sip.

Liu Qingshan just smiled. He thought the current situation was quite interesting: Grandpa Mute, Director Fan and Mr. Song were in three different realms.

This Mr. Song should be the lowest. Although he looks like a celestial being, he is just a skin and a common man on the inside.

Director Fan's level is higher, and he already has a sense of doing whatever he wants.

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

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

He used the word "identification", which implied that he suspected that the wild ginseng was fake.

Because wild ginseng is so valuable, it is not surprising that there were endless counterfeiting methods before liberation.

These days, the mute grandpa has finished the work on the wild mountain. After all, he doesn’t know when the other party will come to pick it up, in case it gets damaged.

So the mute grandpa raised his hand and asked Gao Feng to move the box where the old wild ginseng was stored.

There is not much furniture in Grandpa Mute's place, and there is only one box. In the top grid is the dried old wild ginseng.

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

Director Fan, on the other hand, looked at the box in a daze, and his originally cheerful face gradually became serious.

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

When he first became a disciple, the wooden statue he kowtowed to looked like an old man, riding a tiger upside down. Liu Qingshan always thought he was the master of the mountain god.

"This, this is the statue of Medicine King. You, are you the descendant of Medicine King?"

Director Fan asked in a trembling voice, his eyes wide open, looking at the dumb old man in disbelief, his inner shock written on his face.

The descendant of the King of Medicine?

With a clang, the magnifying glass in Mr. Song's hand fell to the ground.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like a low roar of a god, echoing in the world.

Please download the Aiyue Novels app and read the latest chapters for free without ads. The bloody rain, with sadness, fell into the mortal world.

The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city was full of broken walls and ruins, and everything was withered. Collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with pieces of meat, dust, and paper remained, and it was indistinguishable from each other, which was shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage was stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff had long been soaked into wet red, full of gloom and weirdness.

The turbid eyes seemed to have some resentment, and looked at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure was lying.

This was a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his worn-out coat from all directions, swept through his body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

The website is about to close. Download the Aiyue app to read the latest content for free. But even if the rain fell on his face, he did not blink his eyes, staring coldly at the distance like a falcon.

Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about seven or eight feet away from him, and sometimes vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, the slightest movement would instantly take it into the air.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely submerged its head into the abdominal cavity of the wild dog.

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