Happy Hand Village Doctor

Chapter 62 Who else

"Peiyuan cream drink is a mass-produced product for consumers of all ages, and it is not suitable for adding medicinal materials such as Polygonum multiflorum, but..."

Jiang Cheng looked at He Fuhai's thinning head and guessed what he was thinking, and said with a light smile, "If you eat it by yourself, it would be better with Polygonum multiflorum."

As a traditional Chinese medicine, Polygonum multiflorum not only replenishes lean blood, but also has a good tonic effect on hair. It is not impossible for He Fuhai to regain his black and dense hair with Peiyuan ointment.

"Okay! I want it!"

He Fuhai was overjoyed immediately, and immediately raised a placard to make an offer. Although there were several customers with the same needs competing, He Fuhai was determined to win and was rich and powerful, so the price continued to rise. It is reasonable to say that the price of Polygonum multiflorum is far lower than that of the same medicine. For ginseng, even the 50-year-old ginseng plant was slightly higher than the 48-year-old Polygonum multiflorum when the organizer estimated the lot in advance.

"Acceptance, acquiescence!"

After the small hammer was finalized, He Fuhai proudly stood up and cupped his hands around, and swaggered to pay for the box containing Polygonum multiflorum, and brought back the box containing Polygonum multiflorum, leaned over to Jiang Cheng and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Jiang, do you see that it is a genuine product?"

Jiang Cheng observed for a while with the method of looking at the breath, then nodded and said: "I estimate that this medicine is about 130 years old, and the efficacy of the medicine must not be bad."

He Fuhai smiled happily when he heard it, as if he could already see his hair returning to his youthful appearance...

Chen Hang originally wanted to buy a good medicine, but found that many people were familiar faces, so he hesitated for a while and decided to forget it.

A deputy director of the County Housing and Urban-Rural Development Bureau used a lot of money to buy traditional Chinese medicine in public, which will probably attract suspicion and investigation from many people...

After several more rounds of auctions, the main event that Jiang Cheng cared about finally came!

"Next is the final medicinal material we auctioned today..."

As soon as Lin Yinan finished speaking, the booth next to her was slowly split into two halves, revealing an antique rosewood box, which contained a ginseng plant of excellent quality!

"Mr. Jiang, do you think this suits your eyes?" He Fuhai couldn't hide his nervousness. He had already boasted beforehand. If there is still no medicinal material that meets the requirements in the end, wouldn't it be equivalent to slapping him in the face?

The three of them were in the back row, and it was difficult for Jiang Cheng to accurately determine the age of the ginseng on the booth, but since it could be used as the final product, the age of the ginseng would not be worse than the ginseng that appeared before.

Lin Yinan looked around and introduced to everyone with a smile: "This is a century-old ginseng growing in a deep mountain valley. It is said that the spring water next to the place where it grows has the effect of strengthening the body and prolonging life. It can be seen that it How strong is the medicine itself, everyone, don't miss this opportunity~"

The so-called miraculous spring water is naturally exaggerated, but everyone knows the goods. It is really not easy to see a real century-old ginseng these days, so when Lin Yinan quoted a starting price of 50 yuan, everyone quickly responded.

"55!" A young man sitting in the front row was the first to raise his sign, but he glanced at Lin Yinan, wondering whether he wanted to buy ginseng or someone...

"Sixty!" A lady sitting in the fourth row quoted leisurely.

"I give 65!"

"75!"

"Hundred-year-old ginseng is rare, 85!"

"90 million!"

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The people here are clearly unwilling to give up on this century-old wild ginseng, and it has soared to nearly a million in just a few minutes!

But at this time, Lin Yinan's attention was on Jiang Cheng's side. She felt that even He Fuhai who was accompanying him had made a move, and Jiang Cheng, the host and guest, probably didn't come to watch the show.

He Fuhai didn't notice Lin Yinan's gaze, so he turned his head and asked, "Ju Chen, you've been checking the information for a long time, do you have a price list?"

"There is no exact number for ginseng, hundreds of thousands or millions are possible..."

Chen Hang put down his phone and rubbed the sore corners of his eyes. He only had a half-knowledge about medicinal materials and pathology, otherwise he would have mistakenly believed that the problem of lumbar muscle strain was kidney deficiency, and he had taken so many years of wrong medicine.

"Mr. Jiang, what do you think?" He Fuhai rolled his eyes and asked Jiang Cheng again.

"Buying ginseng is like buying jade. Gold has a price and jade is priceless. If the demand is strong, you are willing to pay a high price."

Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Some people buy old wild ginseng for collection or investment, and the acceptable price is low. If they buy it for the purpose of curing diseases and saving lives, they will naturally pay a high price."

He Fuhai took it for granted, and felt that Mr. Jiang's speaking level was indeed a bit higher than Chen Hang's.

While the three of them were talking, the hundred-year-old wild ginseng had soared to 160 million. Now the bidding frequency of everyone has slowed down rapidly, and careful consideration is needed.

Everyone is wondering whether to continue the auction, especially those who intend to resell to earn the price difference began to back off. One of them bit the bullet and raised his card again, offering an offer of 160 million, but the young man who spoke first followed closely behind. Shouted to 180 million!

All of a sudden, the audience was silent, 180 million has reached the value ceiling of this ginseng plant, and there is no profit margin if it is bought and sold again, and it may even lose money.

Lin Yinan breathed a sigh of relief at the moment. Overall, today's auction has been considered a complete success. As a member of the organizer, of course, she did not conduct the auction for free. Each lot can be paid a proportional handling fee. Today There were no unsold auctions, and most of the medicinal materials were sold at a price exceeding the estimated price, which can be said to be quite profitable.

"Who else?"

The young man stood up and looked around, speaking every single word, looking extraordinarily flamboyant.

Chen Hang glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "This idiot is Director Li's son, Li Tianjiao, and he really embarrasses his father."

"Director Li? Which Director Li?"

He Fuhai was stunned when he heard the words, and then he asked in surprise, "Is it the police chief who died in the line of duty a while ago?"

Chen Hang curled his lips coldly and said, "Why did he die in the line of duty? If it wasn't for Li Tianjiao, Director Li wouldn't have put his life on the line..."

"Oh, I was killed, and my son ran out to pretend to be X!"

There was disdain on He Fuhai's face, he couldn't understand this kind of incompetent and arrogant "second generation" the most.

"Li Tianjiao will have trouble sooner or later, with his temper, who can teach him?"

As soon as Chen Hang finished speaking, he heard Li Tianjiao yelling, "There's no one else? Go crazy!"

The appearance of nostrils upturned is simply extremely arrogant.

"Where did this kid get the money..." Chen Hang muttered in doubt.

He Fuhai said casually: "The second official generation must have been left by his father."

"Fart, Director Li, I have been with him before. He is quite clean and honest. How can he have so much money?"

Chen Hang shook his head again and again.

Seeing that no one was making any more offers, Li Tianjiao snorted, put one hand in his pocket and the other hand carried the bag and walked up to the stage. Just as Lin Yinan was about to finalize the hammer drop, Jiang Cheng raised his signboard and wrote lightly: " 200 million."

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