Hello, 1983

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At the beginning of 1985, the official exchange rate for one dollar was nearly three dollars. Of course, because foreign exchange was tight at that time, the price on the black market must have been much higher.

But the little fourth child is right, her brother has made foreign money, so the little fourth child knows all about these things.

After the translator communicated with the bearded foreigner named Kevin, the bearded man was a little embarrassed: he even called the children contempt.

Originally, I wanted to try it out, but now it seems that it will be no use: even children know the value of yew, not to mention the adults.

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

After some remarks, the little old man smiled and said, "Of course, my brother said, if these yew trees grow for decades, each of them will be worth hundreds of thousands!"

Uh, Kevin is more certain now, the people here really know what to do. It seems that the islander surnamed Mitsui is right.

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

Kevin has done his homework on the Huaxia system.

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

He knows that this country is an official-based society, and officials have great power, so this matter, it is best to start with the official.

At this time, Liu Qingshan also came after hearing the news, and the dumb grandfather walked in the front without any hassle.

When he was near, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but be stunned for a moment: Isn't it two old gentlemen, old Chinese medicine practitioners, why are there foreigners?

Could it be that even foreigners have started to learn Chinese medicine, huh, can they feel the pulse?

Master Yang quickly introduced: "Mummy brother, Qing Shan, this is Mr. Song from the Hong Kong Island Chinese Medicine Federation. He came from a medical family and is a leader in the field of Chinese medicine on Hong Kong Island."

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

The silver-bearded old man with a childish face, bowed his hands in a very old-fashioned salute, and said humbly, "Song has a little understanding of medical skills,

Don't dare to call everyone. "

Although the mouth is modest, there is an arrogance between the eyebrows, and it is obvious that he is still very conceited about his medical skills.

Master Yang turned to another chubby old man, and then introduced: "This is the director of the Hong Kong Island Chinese Dietary Association, Fan, who has devoted himself to the study of medicinal diets, and is good at making soup with medicinal herbs. He is called Fan Yitang."

"Ordinary minor problems can be cured by drinking a bowl of medicinal soup from the old gentleman."

This director Fan also happily cupped his hands, with an easy-going look: "I've passed the prize, I'm actually a cook."

Both of them speak a bit awkward Mandarin.

"Welcome to the two masters."

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

Since he can make a name for himself on Hong Kong Island, he must have some real skills.

The dumb grandfather just nodded to the other side with a naive smile.

This made Mr. Song slightly unhappy, and he frowned slightly: This is so disrespectful to the master and the apprentice, and the apprentice actually behaves with us as equals, so his master has become our elder?

On the other hand, Director Fan was still cheerful, holding Liu Qingshan's hand and chatting enthusiastically for a few words. It seemed that he really planned to talk to each other.

After the two parties saw the ceremony, Liu Qingshan nodded to Zheng Hongqi and called "Zheng County Magistrate" in his mouth. In this formal occasion with outsiders, he certainly wouldn't call him Big Brother Zheng.

Zheng Hongqi also smiled and introduced to Liu Qingshan: "Qingshan, this is Director Wang in charge of investment promotion in the province, and he specially accompanied two international friends to visit; this is Mr. Kevin from Pfizer, 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.

For Pfizer, of course he knew that it was a giant in the pharmaceutical field. How did they send someone here?

When did Pfizer enter the domestic market, Liu Qingshan can't remember exactly, but it should have been around 1990, but it seems to be ahead of schedule now?

Liu Qingshan's heart moved: Could it be because of the yew?

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

Director Fan walked forward while praising:

"It's not enough to see good mountains and water. It's far away from the hustle and bustle, the vegetation is flourishing, and it contains strong vitality. It's really a good place for health preservation. If you can live here, your life will be enough."

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

This white and fat old man shook his hand cheerfully:

"It's too late, it's too late, for so many years in the red dust, I have long been stained with vulgarity."

"If you really told me to live in seclusion here, I would have to hold back my illness, and I would only be envious and envious, haha."

Liu Qingshan really appreciates this Mr. Fan. Living a real life and having this open-mindedness is enough to live a long life.

As for the old Mr. Song, he remained silent all the way, with a rather cold look.

When approaching the wooden house, the aroma of tea eggs floated over. It was Li Tie Niu who was cooking tea eggs for the children.

The big bear is also grinding around the stove that is placed outside, hitting two feet from time to time, with a scolding: "It's not cooked yet, then you can only eat two eggs!"

No limit is not enough, just the belly of the big bear, a hundred or ten tea eggs, it is not enough to eat half full.

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

Even crawling and rushing to the front, the guests were startled, the big bear, now the size is much larger than the ordinary black bear, it is really scary to sway.

"It's okay, it was brought up by my master, and it doesn't hurt anyone."

Liu Qingshan explained while taking candy from his pocket.

But Kevin adapts the fastest. These foreigners have all kinds of pets, not to mention black bears, even cougars, tigers and crocodiles are also raised.

At this time, the old Mr. Song Yizhen, who had always maintained a high-cold attitude, suddenly showed a surprise, twisted his silver beard and said:

"I used to have an ancient recipe that needed fresh bear bile for medicine. I bought this bear!"

He couldn't speak Mandarin very well, and Big Bear couldn't understand it, otherwise, he would have to slap him.

Liu Qingshan also glanced at Mr. Song, and was dissatisfied: I have already said that it was raised by my master since childhood, and you still stole your love.

The most important thing is to take bear bile. Do you think it is a gallbladder removal operation for people, and they can still live?

This kind of style, at first glance, is Wu Dalang flying a kite. He is not a high-level shot, and I don't know how he got the name. Wouldn't it be the same virtue as the brick house called beast of later generations?

"Brother Song, it's absolutely impossible, the way of heaven is to make up for what's not enough, it's not your way of making up."

Old Man Fan also waved his hands again and again, disapproving of Mr. Song's actions.

"How about ten thousand Hong Kong dollars?"

The Mr. Song said proudly.

At 10,000 Hong Kong dollars, even the director Wang next to him was a little moved. The grasshopper's legs are also meat.

Liu Qingshan said twice: "Old sir, don't ask me, you have to discuss this matter with the parties involved. If Big Bear is willing to sell you his bear bile for 10,000 yuan, I have no problem."

"you!"

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

At this time, Director Wang's flexible wrist was shown: "Mr. Song, we still have quite a few bears in our province. If you need one, we can find one for you in the zoo."

Song Yizhen waved his hand impatiently: "For artificial feeding, the quality of bear bile is too poor, so I won't bother Director Wang."

Seeing that the compatriots on Hong Kong Island were angry, Director Wang of course also got angry. He frowned and scolded Liu Qingshan:

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

Liu Qingshan couldn't despise this kind of official. He had a face on the outside and another face on the inside, so he said twice:

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

These words were enough to make people choked, and Director Wang hummed twice in his nose, and he had already started to think about how to deal with this ignorant boy.

After entering the woodcut, Liu Qingshan and Gao Feng made tea for everyone.

The tea is a medicinal tea made by the dumb grandfather. Others don't feel much when drinking it, but Director Fan's eyes lit up:

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

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

Director Fan took another sip: "The most wonderful thing is that this tea is also added with several other herbs, so that this kidney essence tea is neither arrogant nor impetuous, like a gentle gentleman, beneficial and harmless."

After he finished speaking, he put down the rough bowl and clasped his fist to the dumb grandpa: "I admire."

"It's just the way of a country villager." Mr. Song, who had a childish appearance, had a different opinion.

Looking at the rough tea set just now, he was not interested in taking a sip at all.

Liu Qingshan just smiled. He thought the current situation was very interesting: as far as the three people, Grandpa Dumb, Director Fan and Mr. Song, were in three different realms.

This Mr. Song should be the lowest, despite his immortal appearance, he is just a skin, and he is a layman inside.

Director Fan's level should be higher, and he already has the meaning of doing whatever he wants.

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

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

What he used is "identification", which means to suspect that wild ginseng is fake.

Because of the preciousness of wild ginseng, before liberation, there were endless counterfeiting methods, which is not unusual at all.

These days, the dumb grandpa has already finished the work of Yeshan. After all, he doesn't know when the other party will come to pick it up, in case it is damaged.

So the dumb grandpa raised his hand and asked Gao Feng to bring the box where the old ginseng was stored.

There is not much furniture here for Grandpa Dumb, and the box is only one mouthful. In the top grid 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.

And that Director Fan stared at the box in a daze, and his originally cheerful face gradually became solemn.

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

It was the statue of the wooden man who bowed to him when he was apprenticing. It looked like an old man, riding a tiger upside down. Liu Qingshan always thought it was the head of the mountain god.

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

Director Fan asked in a trembling voice. He stared at the dumb old man with wide eyes, his inner shock written on his face.

Heir of the King of Medicine?

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