Lin Ping'an taught the blood transfusion method to everyone in Taiyuan Hospital, and settled his worries. As for serving in Taiyuan Hospital, according to Batu, it was just a fishing job, so it was okay not to go.
But since he told everyone that he would return to Ming Dynasty in the future, he really had to start making money.
There is no hope for the clinic, because you can't make much money by practicing medicine. You only need to have people like Batu to guard you. If you want to make a lot of money, you have to start a business.
But what to do?
As a modern person, Lin Ping'an felt that he had many choices, but he couldn't make up his mind for a while.
He was not too anxious about this. After all, there was still so much money left in Dorgon's favor. If he saved it a little, it would be enough for his family to live for two or three years.
But he was not in a hurry, but someone else was.
Sylvia Lin came from a merchant's family. She had heard about it since she was a child and had a talent for doing business. She saw Lin Ping'an wandering around in the clinic all day long, seeing a doctor when he had something to do, drinking tea when he had nothing to do, and she suddenly became anxious.
She thought for a long time, and finally plucked up the courage to say to Lin Pingan:
"Master, you also said that if we want to return to Daming, we will need a lot of money. How can you earn money if you are doing nothing in the clinic all day long?"
"Don't worry, don't worry, I'm just thinking about it."
Lin Pingan said with a smile: "The main reason is that the direction is undecided now and I don't know what to do."
Upon hearing this, Sylvia Lin couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and said: "There is no use just thinking about it, you have to actually do it."
"Then you should come and listen, what should we do?"
Lin Ping'an became interested for a moment and asked with a smile.
"There's a lot that can be done."
Sylvia didn't delay, and clasped his slender fingers and said, "The chicken essence made by the young master can be sold, and the refined salt can also be sold. By the way, if our hot pot is sold, it will definitely be very good." You’re popular, you can do so much, why don’t you do nothing?”
During these days, Lin Ping'an also learned about Sylvia Lin's life experience from casual chats, and couldn't help but joke:
"It seems that Miss Yun Shu is a good business person. In that case, come on."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
Sylvia Lin was not polite at all. He stretched out his palm towards Lin Ping'an and said, "Bring me five hundred taels of silver. I'm going to open a restaurant specializing in hot pot."
"Do you really want to open a restaurant?"
Lin Pingan asked in surprise.
Sylvia Lin nodded: "This is what you said, you can't go back on it."
It seems that I have found a treasure... Lin Ping'an didn't expect that the girl he accidentally found turned out to be a strong woman. He suddenly felt like an unexpected joy. He said to Sylvia Lin:
"In that case, I'll leave this matter to you."
He thought for a while and asked deliberately: "But if we lose, so what?"
"Let the young master do whatever you want!"
Sylvia Lin puffed up his chest and said, looking confident.
Lin Ping'an thought for a while and said: "Let's do this. We still have three thousand taels of silver at home. You can use it as you see fit. Don't lose it all. Otherwise, we will have to drink from the northwest wind."
Sylvia smiled and said very confidently: "The young master underestimates me. How can I be so stupid? When the time comes, the young master can just count the money."
Having said this, she thought for a while and then said: "Master, can you take me to a dental shop tomorrow? We first need to find a place to open a restaurant."
Lin Pingan nodded: "Let's go find Shen Laicai. He sold me this big house."
the next day.
Lin Ping'an brought Sylvia Yunshu to Yahang. Shen Laicai looked at the two of them and called out very enthusiastically: "Mr. Lin, is there anything I can do for you?"
Before Lin Ping'an spoke, Sylvia Lin beside him said first:
"My young master wants to open a restaurant, and I would like the shopkeeper's help in finding a better location."
Upon hearing this, Shen Laicai looked Lin Ping'an up and down, and asked hesitantly: "Mr. Lin, are you kidding me, are you two going to open a restaurant?"
"Any questions?"
Lin Pingan said: "The restaurant should be big, the bigger the better."
Upon hearing this, Sylvia Lin frowned immediately. She secretly tugged on Lin Ping'an's sleeves and whispered:
"If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. The shops in Shengjing City must be very expensive. We don't know how the business will be when we first open it. If you make it so big at the beginning, there will be fewer customers and it will look deserted."
"But didn't you just ask me to count the money at home?"
Lin Pingan said a little aggrieved.
"It seems that you are really a fool and don't understand business at all."
Sylvia Lin didn’t know what to say.
The two of them murmured, and Shen Laicai also listened to it and thought to himself: "It seems that Mr. Lin really doesn't know how to do business, but this woman seems to be like that."
So he said: "What this girl said is very reasonable. Mr. Lin might as well start small. There is no need to make it so big at the beginning. I will not be responsible for losing money by then."
Lin Ping'an shook his head and said: "The bigger the better, the restaurant not only has a place to eat, but also a place to sing and dance."
After hearing this, Sylvia Lin finally couldn't help it anymore and shouted angrily at Lin Ping'an:
"Master, if you don't understand, just stop talking, okay? We are a restaurant, not a theater. We have so many stages to perform, who will watch it?"
"Don't you understand this?"
Lin Ping'an laughed and said, he patted Sylvia Lin, "Listen to me, you will definitely have unexpected effects when the time comes."
"The money is yours anyway, don't blame me if you lose."
Sylvia Lin helplessly shook his head.
After leaving the matter to Shen Laicai, the two of them wandered around the restaurants in Shengjing City before returning home.
As soon as she entered the door, Xiu'er led Lin Wan'er and ran forward and whispered:
"Master, Mr. Fan is here to see you. He has been waiting for a while."
When Lin Ping'an walked into the room and took a look, he was immediately surprised. He quickly raised his hands and shouted, "Master Fan, why is it you?"
The man in the room was Fan Wencheng. He nodded at Lin Ping'an and said with a smile:
"Little brother, no matter how big or small you are, you and I are both Han Chinese. If you think highly of me, you might as well call me Brother Fan."
Lin Ping'an didn't expect Fan Wencheng to be so approachable, and he immediately felt a good impression. He asked Sylvia Lin to bring tea, and then he noticed that there was a man in black standing behind Fan Wencheng.
"Brother Fan, what do you want from me?"
Lin Pingan asked curiously.
"It's nothing serious, I just came to see you."
Fan Wencheng said casually, pointing to the man behind him: "By the way, the blood exchange method is very useful for Dajin. Sibeile is very happy and asked me to bring you a personal reward."
After saying that, he pointed at one of them and said: "His name is Qisha, Sibeile will let you be your bodyguard."
Lin Ping'an was stunned and asked: "Shengjing City is so safe, I don't seem to need anyone to protect me."
Fan Wencheng shook his head: "I think you, little brother, are all Han people here. Although Shengjing City is safe, it is mostly Manchus. You may not understand many of the rules. And you are young. Seven Kills is good. Let him do it." It’s most appropriate to protect you.”
Lin Pingan looked at the man behind Fan Wencheng and saw that the man named Qisha was about 27 or 28 years old and had a cold face. Even when Fan Wencheng introduced him, he did not look at Lin Pingan seriously. One glance.
"What does Huang Taiji mean by sending me this person?"
"Are you really here to protect me?"
"Stop it!"
Several thoughts flashed through Lin Ping'an's mind, and his eyes couldn't help but flinch.
Seeing Lin Ping'an like this, Fan Wencheng laughed and said, "Is it possible that my little brother looks down on this person?"
This is true, how dare I? Lin Ping'an knew that he couldn't refuse, so he quickly said: "Thank you Sibeile and Brother Fan."
Fan Wencheng stood up, patted Lin Pingan, and said with some seriousness:
"Little brother, there is no need to thank me. Sibeile is kind and generous, so don't let Sibeile down."
After saying this, he bowed his hands to Lin Ping'an and left.
Watching Fan Wencheng's back disappear outside the gate, the house suddenly became quiet.
Everyone looked at Lin Pingan.
