"Mr. Jiang's price is very fair, but we are all friends, so there is no need to be so outrageous. Let me give you 50, 8.5 million," Lu Weizhi said.
He knew that Jiang Zhihao had noticed his little thoughts, so he simply gave up 500,000 yuan as compensation.
Anyway, when we purchased these two medicinal materials, we only spent a few thousand yuan. In total, the price has increased thousands of times, so we will definitely not suffer any loss.
However, Jiang Zhihao waved his hand and said: "The agreed nine million is nine million, Mr. Lu, you're welcome."
Lu Weizhi wanted to exchange 500,000 for a favor, but he really underestimated Jiang Zhihao's emotional intelligence.
Not to mention 500,000, even 5 million, Jiang Zhihao didn't want to owe a favor because of money.
For him, money is the easiest to earn and the least important.
A trace of disappointment flashed in Lu Weizhi's eyes. This was his best chance to get a favor. If he missed it, he would never have it again.
Jiang Zhihao didn't say much to him, simply transferred the money and got the two herbs.
In fact, Murong Lanyi didn't use much of this stuff, and most of it could be used as a family heirloom.
Even if future medicinal materials are successfully cultivated, truly old medicinal materials are still very valuable.
After buying the medicinal materials, Lu Weizhi originally wanted to chat more with Jiang Zhihao to deepen their relationship.
But Jiang Zhihao declined because he had a dinner party in the evening.
Although Lu Weizhi is also a master of traditional Chinese medicine and will become a visiting professor at the University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the future, in Jiang Zhihao's view, this person is too scheming and does not meet his standards for making friends.
Lu Weizhi was even more disappointed, but he couldn't say anything, so he could only leave it at that.
After Jiang Zhihao left the pharmacy, a more senior clerk came up to him and asked curiously: "Mr. Lu, who is this person? Are you being too cruel by driving away all your nephews?"
"You know nothing!" Lu Weizhi glared at him and said, "His methods are beyond your imagination. Even I have to look up to him. Not to mention a distant relative who is out of reach, even if he is my own son.
If he offends him, I can't possibly protect him!"
Several people around him were stunned when they heard this. Lu Weizhi was already a master of Chinese medicine. He wanted to look up to someone. How high would that be?
After leaving the medicine store, Jiang Zhihao originally planned to let Murong Lanyi prepare the ointment first.
But Murong Lanyi said that the secret recipe would take at least a week or two to make, and Jiang Zhihao couldn't store nearly 10 million medicinal ingredients in a hotel, so he could only take it directly to the restaurant Lan Kehan mentioned.
According to Lan Lao's idea, it is best to get together with old friends at home.
They are too famous and have special status, so traveling is always inconvenient.
But Hou Zhensheng feels that times have changed, and it is no longer the time when everything was full of danger.
What's more, old people like them may not live for a few years. Why don't they go out and breathe fresh air while they can move around? What are they waiting for?
There is nothing wrong with this idea, at least Jiang Zhihao agrees with it.
No matter how famous you are, you have to do what you should do. Otherwise, your identity will become a burden and it will lose its original meaning.
Since they arrived at the hotel relatively early and Lan Kehan and others hadn't arrived yet, Jiang Zhihao and Murong Lanyi sat in the lobby and waited.
While waiting, Jiang Zhihao and Murong Lanyi exchanged some information about medical skills.
To be precise, Murong Lanyi was curious about why a master of Chinese medicine respected Jiang Zhihao so much.
Jiang Zhihao picked it up and told her what he knew. Murong Lanyi showed a surprised expression for the first time.