Chapter 7 On the first day down the mountain, I earned a wife
Click! Click!
Outside the Pearl International Airport, countless flashlights flashed, recording the woman walking out of the lobby in front of her.
Wearing sunglasses and a black coat, she walked out.
Zheng Guoli, the leader of the city's industry and commerce, immediately greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Song, welcome."
"Leader Zheng, long time no see."
Song Wanshuang took off her sunglasses. There was no smile on her face, and she was as cold as an iceberg.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this iceberg face: According to the data, Song Wanshuang was already over 40 years old, but there was no sign of age on her face, she looked like she was in her thirties.
Is this fake?
Some journalists were confused, but they could also feel her domineering temperament - a woman with such temperament, in addition to taking only five years to manage an unknown investment company into the world's top.
"Step aside, we are an international daily."
"We are still Time Magazine, get out!"
Some reporters got into an argument at a good location.
Zheng Guoli's men on the side looked at this scene with emotion: There are only a handful of businessmen in the country who can make reporters from these two major newspapers quarrel over a camera slot.
Among women, Song Wanshuang is probably the only one.
She rarely appears in public, but recently she announced in a high profile that she would return to China and declared in the newspaper that she was here for revenge.
revenge?
What grudge?
Countless media outlets have speculated on this.
Reporters were frantically vying for position, also for a chance to interview Song Wanshuang, so that they could ask: Ms. Song, you are already the top person in the world pyramid, who else needs you to take revenge in a big way?
who?
Is it worth it for you?
These questions were not asked after all, because after Zheng Guoli received Song Wanshuang, the latter got into the car and drove away.
Not even a straight face to those cameras.
However, the brief contact with her made reporters feel her courage.
On this day, all the news compiled by the media used this word to describe Song Wanshuang: Queen.
Watching the news flashing on the screen, Shen Hongyan smiled bitterly and called into the phone: "Sister Shuang, they are almost describing you as a monster."
"How to describe it is their business."
Song Wanshuang, who was on the other end of the phone, said in a lazy voice: "Forget about me, Hongyan, how is your illness?"
Shen Hongyan's expression froze and she smiled bitterly: "A doctor came today and he really cured my disease."
"real?"
Song Wanshuang's tone suddenly rose, and then she became a little confused: "This is a good thing, why do I sound unhappy when I hear your voice?"
"You don't know, I made a statement before..."
With a bitter laugh, Shen Hongyan told her about seeing a doctor and finding a husband and what happened today.
Hearing her briefly mention that a country doctor favored her, Song Wanshuang laughed: "Really? Then when I finish my busy work for a while, I will definitely go and check on you."
"Don't take it seriously. I have no feelings for him. He is not my Prince Charming."
When Shen Hongyan was talking about this, someone over there got through Song Wanshuang's phone number.
It's a business matter.
Now Song Wanshuang has a lot of things to deal with every day, so she must be very busy.
Shen Hongyan was also very considerate: "Sister Shuang, go ahead and get busy. Anyway, you have returned to China and we can contact you when you are free."
"Okay, then I'll hang up."
After Song Wanshuang hung up the phone, Shen Hongyan pursed her lips.
Before, she was trying to break the truth and planned to marry anyone who could cure the disease.
But she was really hopeful, but she didn't want to.
She had made a fool of herself in front of Yang Bei, and her pride couldn't accept marrying him.
"Why did I agree to seek medical treatment and find a husband in the first place?"
Shen Hongyan grabbed her hair a few times in a frenzy: "No, I have to find a way to break off the engagement!"
As his mind was spinning, President Shen thought of Yang Bei dressed like a country bumpkin. He took out his phone and dialed a number quickly: "Xiaoqian, open an account for me. Deposit fifty instead of one million in it."
She wanted to use money and sent Yang Bei away.
Yang Bei didn't know what she was thinking, so he followed the young man arranged by Mr. Shen to a hotel and checked in.
"On my first day down the mountain, I made a wife and a mobile phone. How do I use this thing?"
After coming out of Shen's house, the little brother first took him to buy a mobile phone and install a card, and then took him to the hotel to get a room.
He played with this familiar yet unfamiliar thing for a while, and found that clicking on many things cost money.
Where to do it?
He looked for the old man when he came down the mountain.
But the old man was wearing shabby clothes and only took the cloth to the mountain to find an old widow to make a new one during the Chinese New Year. How could he be rich?
He dug up the floor in the old man's room and found a crumpled ten-dollar bill.
What can you do with ten yuan?
After eating the plain noodles, it’s gone. At most, add an egg!
"It seems like I have to find a way to make money myself."
After Yang Bei got his hands on a mobile phone, he quickly looked for a part-time job to see if there was a doctor's profession.
But after searching around, every hospital requires a doctor to be certified.
There is only one traditional Chinese medicine hospital called Nanshan Medical Center, which recruits medicine boys who are familiar with traditional Chinese medicine. They pay 2,000 yuan per month, including food and accommodation.
It wasn't much, but it allowed Yang Bei to add an extra piece of ham when eating vegetarian noodles. Yang Bei looked at the map for a long time with the wish of being cheap. After memorizing the route, he took a shower and went to sleep.
When he came out of the hotel early the next morning, the receptionist looked at him with a strange look: Who allowed Yang Bei to dress like a beggar and stay in their five-star hotel?
And I got up very early, it's just five o'clock now, and the sky is bright.
The receptionist didn't know that this was a habit Yang Bei had developed in the mountains. He always had to go into the mountains early in the morning to collect herbs and practice breathing.
Jiangbei Buxiao, Nanshan Medical Center is more in the suburbs. Yang Bei walked for two hours before arriving at a morning market street.
Across this street is Nanshan Medical Center.
It's past seven o'clock now, when the morning market is officially busy.
There are people selling breakfast and vegetables on both sides, but most of them sell medicine.
Chinese medicine shop, small street stall.
Because it is close to the medical center, many herbal collectors from mountain villages will deliver the collected medicinal materials early in the morning.
Nowadays, most traditional Chinese medicines can be cultivated on a large scale, but some still have to be collected in the mountains. This is what these medicine collectors do.
But those are the customers of large pharmaceutical factories. The medicinal vendors on this street are the source of purchases for ordinary Chinese medicine clinics.
The merchants and hawkers spread the coarse sacks on the ground, forming a stall, with some snakeskin bags on them, most of which contained common medicinal materials such as Angelica dahuricae and Codonopsis pilosula.
These herb collectors are unskilled, and the medicinal properties of the herbs they collect vary.
As Yang Bei looked along, he felt a little pity: he saw several medicinal plants, which would be most effective as long as they were cultivated for a few months, but they were picked in advance and placed here.
"Huh?"
Just halfway through, Yang Bei suddenly stopped and turned to look at a stall behind him.
Lying quietly on the stall was a medicinal herb.
It looked very inconspicuous. At first glance, it even looked a bit like coriander sprouts. It had become wrinkled due to drying and was mixed with other Codonopsis pilosula. But Yang Bei was shocked and walked over calmly.
Sungrass.
It is cold in nature and has strong medicinal properties. It is very rare. Yang Bei has only seen the introduction in the old man's medical book.
He picked it up and opened the skin and smelled it. After confirming that he was right, he became excited in his heart, but remained calm on the outside.
The vendor setting up the stall was a dark-skinned man, selling dried Sichuan peppercorns and bargaining with others on the price.
He picked up the grass, looked at it, and asked, "How much do these Codonopsis pilosula cost?"
"eleven."
The swarthy man smiled and said, "Boss, if you really want it, I'll give you ten dollars."
"Okay, take two taels."
Personally, he couldn't buy much medicinal materials, so he picked up the Radix Asparagus and Codonopsis pilosula together, weighed them two taels, found the crumpled ten-dollar note and handed them over.
At this moment, a tricycle rode by Yang Bei's side, blocking the view of the car behind him. As soon as he got the change, a girl's exclamation came from behind: "Get out of the way, get out of the way quickly -"
Squeak!
With a violent braking sound, a Santana collided with Yang Bei: Bang!