Liang Chuan was very worried. This store was his last hope. If he couldn't receive the last few medicines here, he would have to let Zheng Ruoying rub it when he went back.
The short young man didn't look very happy because of the customer. He just said calmly: "Just now, these medicines like yours are new in the store."
Liang Chuan was stunned for a moment, then suppressed his inner ecstasy and said softly: "If there are any, I want them all!"
"You come with me." The young man from the drug store said to Liang Chuan. Liang Chuan followed him into the storage room of the pharmacy. An indescribable mixed gas hit his face. I don't know if it was the smell of Chinese medicine mixed with hundreds of medicines. Liang Chuan could still stand the smell in the lobby of the pharmacy. , the smell that entered the inner room simply made stars fly in his head, and he quickly covered his nose.
Entering the warehouse, Liang Chuan's eyes were really opened. The warehouse behind the house was ridiculously big. It felt like it was hundreds of square meters. Except for one corner that seemed to have traces of fire, the other places where there were empty kisses were filled with medicine. .
On the cabinets on the floor, on the shelves, and on the beams, there were piles, piles, and hangings of medicinal materials as far as the eye could see. They were piled up in a disorderly manner. It looked very spectacular, but even a layman like Liang Chuan could see it. , they have no rules at all in storing these medicinal materials. They just pack them in sacks and pile them wherever there is land. There are countless fragments of medicinal residues scattered on the ground. Just by clearing away these medicinal residues on the ground, it is estimated that a lot of side medicines can be recovered.
The short young man led Liang Chuan to search in the mountain of medicinal herbs. He rummaged through this pile and dug through that pile. Then he took down the medicinal herbs stacked on the shelf and looked through them before he found them. The first medicine was Motherwort, the whole plant.
"There are not many whole plants. Fortunately, our store also uses a large amount. We have bought a lot of motherwort in the past. I will give you these whole plants. The rest are cheaper than the rats and ants in the store." The short young man spoke. He has an old-fashioned feeling and a tone that looks down on the world of life and death, just like an old Chinese medicine doctor, which is incompatible with his appearance.
Liang Chuan found a bag and picked out the bad motherwort, leaving only what he needed. The short man knew that the remaining ones were not easy to sell. He looked at Liang Chuan and opened his mouth slightly, then closed it again. His eyes were stagnant and his mouth was silent.
Liang Chuan glanced at him inadvertently, then looked at such a large medicine warehouse, and thought: "Well, you should be the owner of this store, right?"
The short young man raised his head and said, "Exactly, I am Zhuang Xiang. My late father, Zhuang Jun, was nicknamed 'Zhuang Medicine Cabinet' by the people of Qingyuan."
Liang Chuan quickly put down the medicine, saluted Zhuang Xiang, and said, "I'm sorry, it's Xiaozhuang's medicine cabinet. No wonder you Zhuang's medicine shop has a huge amount of medicinal materials. The little brother who brought me here also praised me." If you can’t find the medicine in Haikou, you don’t have to look for it elsewhere, that’s really the case!”
Zhuang Xiang said bitterly: "This was true before my father passed away. Since my father passed away, there was a fire in the store, then my mother remarried, and now she is involved in a lawsuit. I am afraid that this drug store is not far away from closing. .”
Liang Chuan listened to what he said and thought, no wonder this guy has such an expression of despair. Who would have such an expression when he has so many things to do? He can only understand it now.
"Brother Xiang, please forgive me and accept the change. Things in life are very unsatisfactory. Failure is the mother of success. Setbacks are the ladder of progress. Don't be downcast. Cheer up and run your drug store well. That's the right way!" Although Liang Chuan and He has nothing to do with it, but the medicine is in their hands. If it is really closed, where can I buy these medicines in the future?
Zhuang Xiang was full of worries and usually had no one to relieve his troubles. Today, when he met Liang Chuan, he felt enlightened. He repeated Liang Chuan's sentence "Failure is the mother of success" several times, and he suddenly felt enlightened. Feeling so good, he quickly thanked Liang Chuan.
After all, the young man looked more likeable. Liang Chuan saw that he looked much better and continued, "You are the only one who runs such a big store?"
Zhuang Xiang said: "It's a long story, it's hard to explain in one sentence."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Liang Chuan didn't want to ask any more questions at the moment. He just said one more sentence: "Brother Xiang, you have a mountain of medicine in your medicine warehouse. I'm afraid you will consume a lot every year!"
Zhuang Xiang's heart skipped a beat and said: "You are really wise. When my father was here, he would always watch these rats, mosquitoes and moths eating the medicinal materials in the warehouse. He was heartbroken. These medicinal materials were bought with a lot of money every year. Just... This item will lose 30% in a good year, and 40% to 50% in a disaster year. It’s no big deal if you lose the money. These are life-saving medicinal materials. There is only one ship like this at the port every year!”
Although Liang Chuan has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs running away. There is also a medicine warehouse in the pharmacy. Medicinal materials are like other raw materials. No matter how they are stored, they cannot be stored in such a random way. Nowadays, pharmacies are like military arsenals. They have constant temperature and humidity. The vacuum packaging of medicinal materials is considered low-end, and some are filled with inert gas to kill insects and prevent corrosion.
Liang Chuan said: "I'll tell you a trick and you'll see if it works. If it doesn't, just treat it as my own trick. Don't take it to heart."
Zhuang Xiang said: "Brother, you just have to say it, I'm all ears."
Liang Chuan said: "There are probably several types of losses of your medicinal materials, such as odor, mold, insect infestation, and oiliness. If any problem occurs, the medicine will be reimbursed."
Zhuang Xiang looked at Liang Chuan with a surprised look. This man was like the steward of his own medicine warehouse, and he was very aware of the damage to medicines in the warehouse.
Liang Chuan continued: "This matter of managing the warehouse is the same as your doctor examining a patient. We need to know how many of these medicines are at risk of loss. Only by prescribing the right medicine can we solve this problem!"
Liang Chuan was talking about the principles of medicine. Zhuang Xiang was immediately in awe and said, "Brother, what is your surname?"
Liang Chuan chuckled and said: "My surname is not Gao, my surname is Liang. The cursive character is just Chuan, and Liang Chuan is also."
Zhuang Xiang bowed to Liang Chuan and bowed respectfully and said, "I will help Brother Liang Chuan to find out those medicines first, and then we will have tea in our front hall. The smell here is too strong, so this is not the place to talk."
Although there were only a few medicines, it was not easy for Zhuang Xiang to find them. Just moving the medicines made him look gray and sweaty. He almost turned the medicine warehouse upside down before finally gathering Liang Chuan. I want some medicine.
After filling two medicine boxes and two sacks, I got the remaining four medicines. The other medicines are easy to buy, so Zheng Ruoying can just send someone to buy them later.
Zhuang Xiang shook the dust off his body and said: "The reason why you can't buy these medicines in other stores is because all the pharmacies in the city, including my dealer, have basically sold out, and the rest are just a few prescriptions." What needs to be matched cannot be sold.”
Liang Chuan asked in confusion: "Then what did Brother Xiang give me?"
Seeing that Liang Chuan was suspicious, Zhuang Xiang smiled and said: "After my father passed away, many shops outside owed my family a lot of old debts. Seeing that I was young, ignorant and isolated, some of them simply defaulted on those debts, and some of them were a bit embarrassed. Conscience, I came to ask for money, but I didn’t get the money, so I used these medicines to pay the bill. I thought to myself that having medicines is better than having no money. I can get back a little bit. Most of the medicines in the medicine warehouse were begged from outside. The debt will be paid back by others."
As expected, it is the uncle who owes money, and this has been the behavior since ancient times. It is not easy for good people to survive in any period, because they are morally condemned. Bad people only care about their own comfort, but who care about the floods?
Liang Chuan asked: "Why not just sell these medicines at a lower price?"
Zhuang Xiang originally thought that Liang Chuan was sent by another medicine shop. He was immediately relieved when he heard Liang Chuan's question from a layman. Only a layman would ask such a question, so he explained: "Medical materials are no better than other goods. The most important thing to look at is Medicinal efficacy, if the medicine is not stored well, the efficacy will be worthless. No matter how low the price is, it is impossible for others to buy a bunch of medicinal materials that have no medicinal effect and go back to treat patients. If someone is cured and killed, they may still get infected. There's a lawsuit. Besides, a new batch of medicine is coming to the port soon. These old medicines will probably be cheaper for the rats and ants."
Liang Chuan said: "It seems that the storage process is really important to you."
Zhuang Xiang cut two ginseng slices, added a few wolfberry berries, and made a bowl of ginseng tea for Liang Chuan and said, "I don't feel like drinking tea right now, let's drink this!"
Liang Chuan smiled in his heart and said, no wonder brother, you look so steady and honest, I'm afraid you must have taken this supplement a lot.
That's what he thought in his heart, but Liang Chuan didn't dare to say it. He just said: "Good tea, good tea!"
Zhuang Xiang is also rare. Ever since his father passed away, he has been living alone. The grass is almost growing in this huge shop, and he can't calm down and concentrate on running it. Today, he met Liang Chuan, and he woke up with a few words. The man in the dream, as if he had just woken up from a dream, even took out the old wild ginseng. Not only did he not feel it was a waste, but he also felt that it was worth the money.
Liang Chuan drank very little tea in the store on weekdays. Firstly, it was due to seasonal inspections, and secondly, he really couldn't drink the tea soup with seasonings. He mostly drank herbal tea by himself. Today he drank ginseng tea. The ginseng fragrance was strong, although it was just Two slices, but just by smelling the smell, Liang Chuan felt that the nutritional value of this soup must be higher than that of artificially grown ginseng in later generations.
Seeing that Liang Chuan was still satisfied with his drink, Zhuang Xiang dared to ask, "Brother Liang Chuan, please give me some advice!"
