With his enthusiastic attitude and the ability to understand most local dialects, Gao Mingcheng's business is booming.
On the first day of the medicine fair, most of the medicinal materials he brought had been sold.
In the evening, Gao Mingcheng took stock of the remaining medicinal materials and today's income, and then said to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi: "There are not many medicinal materials left, and you know the price. As for how to sell the goods, you should also know, right?"
Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi both saw the stack of money, but their eyes were very clean, and neither of them had a trace of greed.
When Gao Mingcheng asked, Gao Zhuang nodded quickly and said: "Well, we've seen it for a while! Brother Mingcheng, it's really interesting here! There are so many people, and there are many people I have never seen before! The clothes they wear it's beautiful!"
The corners of Gao Mingcheng's lips curled up, knowing that Gao Zhuang was talking about people from ethnic minorities. They were used to wearing their own national costumes. This was a very strange thing in Gao Zhuang's view.
"As long as you know how to sell goods, tomorrow you two will be responsible for setting up a stall to sell goods. I want to go shopping everywhere." Gao Mingcheng handed over the task of looking after the stalls to Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi. The two of them acted cautiously as if they were given a heavy responsibility Nod in agreement.
After deciding what to do tomorrow, Gao Mingcheng put the money away and prepared to rest.
Today, most of the goods were sold, and the original investment has been fully recovered, and some profits were made. In addition to the stack of money stolen from the train, Gao Mingcheng now has a huge sum of 6,800 in his hand!
This money can be used to build a quite luxurious house in their village!
Of course, for traders, money is alive and needs to flow, so that money can make money. Therefore, Gao Mingcheng plans to go shopping tomorrow to buy some rare medicinal materials in their county and bring them back to be sold again.
The three of them got up early the next morning and had breakfast at the Yaodu Hotel. Then Gao Zhuang and Huang Dazhi took the medicinal materials to set up a stall, while Gao Mingcheng wandered around.
Yesterday, he was thinking about selling medicine, so he only took a few quick glances and did not take in the excitement of the entire medicine meeting.
Today he had a whole day to walk around. On this day, he stopped at the door of several medicinal shops, observing their transactions and reading their words.
I also communicated with an old Chinese medicine doctor who set up a stall to treat patients, and had his pulse taken, and the result was a diagnosis of good health.
In the process of talking with people, Gao Mingcheng gained a deeper understanding of the Medicine Fair. It turns out that the Medicine Fair evolved from the temple fair of Yaowang Temple and has a very long history, which can be traced back to the Han and Jin Dynasties and was established in the Tang and Song Dynasties. It flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties and lasted for 1,800 years.
"During the Tang Dynasty, our camphor tree became an important transit point for medicinal materials from the north to the south. There was a special trading place for medicinal materials, known as the 'Medicine Market'. Young man, judging from your accent, you are also from our area. How do you deal with these things? , but you don’t understand?” The white-haired old Chinese medicine doctor looked at Gao Mingcheng with a puzzled look on his face.
The Zhang Gang is extremely powerful, and the reputation of the Medicine Fair is also extremely loud. People in Zhangshu are proud of it, and their history is readily available.
But Gao Mingcheng spoke in camphor language, but all his questions were in layman's terms.
Gao Mingcheng smiled sheepishly, suddenly changed to the accent of his hometown, and said: "I am from Fuzhou, old gentleman, do you understand what I say?"
Zhangshu is not too far from Fuzhou, and the accents of the two places are not much different. Gao Mingcheng traveled all over the country in his previous life and was used to communicating with people, so it was easy to learn the dialects of other places.
The old gentleman was stunned for a moment, let out an ouch, and said, "I can understand a little bit, Fuzhou... I know Linchuan there, it's the hometown of talented people! Are you from Linchuan?"
Gao Mingcheng shook his head, he was next door to Linchuan! So far, there has not been a single college student in the village, so we dare not take advantage of the reputation of the hometown of talented people.
"Old sir, are you accepting apprentices?" Gao Mingcheng asked. He liked that medical book very much when he remembered the many beauties. He was also very familiar with various traditional Chinese medicines near the village.
It would be good if many beauties could have the opportunity to study with a famous teacher, study systematically, and then open a medical clinic in the future.
"No more! I have three apprentices, and they are too old, so I won't take them any more!" The old man had a good temper. He seemed to like Gao Mingcheng, so he said: "Young man, you want to study medicine? I think you are a good person. You are smart and know about medicinal materials. If you are willing to learn, I will let my eldest disciple accept you."
Gao Mingcheng was momentarily moved, but still refused. In fact, he didn't understand medicinal materials. All his medicinal materials were dried. After arriving here, he realized that there are many methods for preparing medicinal materials, and each method is different. There are some corresponding techniques.
For example, he didn't understand anything about moisturizing medicine, guillotine, blade, planer, water-flooding pills, grinding grooves, blasting, etc.
He doesn't understand medicinal materials, not to mention pharmacological meridians and the like. With his qualifications, if he were to learn Chinese medicine, he doesn't know how long it would take him to succeed.
But time flies by, and he doesn't want to waste time on things he doesn't understand and isn't very interested in.
This medicine fair made him money, but what he wanted was to buy more medicinal materials in the future, and then carry out preliminary processing and sell them here, so that the price would be higher.
After saying goodbye to the good-natured old Chinese medicine doctor, Gao Mingcheng continued to walk forward. He saw many stalls selling elixirs, pills, and medicinal wine, so he went to take a look.
When others saw this, they only thought about whether they needed it, but when Gao Mingcheng saw this, he thought it would be great if he could get a prescription for the finished medicine.
In his mind, he thought of the history of the 'Tai Tai Oral Liquid', as well as the popular Ongli No. 1, Sanzhu Oral Liquid, Sun God, Chinese Turtle Essence, etc. that were all the rage in the 1990s. They once created sales myths one after another. disappeared, and the leaders behind it also fell from the altar.
But, after all, I made a lot of money!
It seems good if he follows their path and then stops in time when necessary, but here comes the problem. First, he has to have a reliable prescription, secondly, he has to have a factory, and finally he needs A lot of money goes into advertising, sales, etc.
Thinking of this, Gao Mingcheng suddenly felt that the money in his pocket was too little.
The original prescription for "Taiwan Oral Liquid" was bought by someone else for 90,000 yuan, but he... didn't even have 10,000 yuan!
Forget it, who doesn’t have a dream of getting rich suddenly?
He had better finish the rough processing workshop of medicinal materials first!
He will come to the medicine fair next year!
Gao Mingcheng was full of ambition when suddenly a black box was pointed at him, and a man smiled and said: "Young man, are you here to buy medicine or to sell medicine?"
Gao Mingcheng looked around and saw someone carrying a camera, filming the drug exchange and interviewing some random passers-by.
And Gao Mingcheng was the lucky one who was interviewed.
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