Siheyuan: Traveling through Cai Quanwu, pretending to be Uncle Shazhu

"I guarantee with my personality that there is nothing wrong with the items, but the specifications are only one foot four."

"You also know that if this thing is too big, it will be difficult to keep it in your own home."

Master Lei patted his chest and vowed that there would be no problem.

After hearing Master Lei speak out the specifications, Cai Quanwu knew that the thing should be fine.

Being able to tell the specifications means that Master Lei has seen it today.

As for the specifications, he doesn't care. It's not like building a palace. As long as it can be used, there is no need to pay so much attention to it.

As for what Master Lei said about small things that are easy to preserve, just listen.

Cai Quanwu prefers small sizes that are easy to get out. The larger these things are, the heavier they are and the harder they are to carry.

"How much is the quantity? How much does it cost per piece?" Cai Quanwu asked the focus of the conversation tonight.

This time Master Lei did not answer, but looked at Jin San aside.

Jin San and Master Lei looked at each other and said, "Master Cai, there are probably more than three hundred gold bricks left in this batch. If you want them, you can take them all away for fifty cents a piece."

After hearing Jin San's words, Cai Quanwu thought for a moment and said, "Master Jin, it's okay to take them all away, but your price is a bit high."

"Nowadays, a green brick only costs a few cents, but yours is dozens of times the price of a green brick."

"Master Cai, what's the price in your mind?"

Of course, Jin San knew that he could not get the price he offered, and the other party would definitely make a counteroffer.

Cai Quanwu was really confused by Jin Sanwen. You said other things can be compared, but this thing is incomparable.

This thing would have fetched a sky-high price in the peaceful and prosperous times.

Who told this to be used in the palace?

Now let him shout out the price, I really don't know how much is appropriate.

However, doing business means asking for high prices and paying back the money when you get there.

"Thirty cents a dollar, I want it all."

"Pay a deposit of 100 yuan first. After the things are moved, count the quantities and settle the balance in one go."

Cai Quanwu quoted a price.

"Okay, just do as Master Cai said."

Jin San thought about it for a moment, nodded and agreed without haggling.

There is no way, this thing is different from other things, it is not easy to sell, and most people don't have the spare money to buy this thing.

It was hard to find a buyer. What would my daughter do if the sale went south because she insisted on a high price?

Seeing that Jin San agreed, Cai Quanwu got up without hesitation and went to the room to get the money.

He took out the money from the room, came to the table, and said, "Master Jin, let's be a villain first and then a gentleman. You have to give me a receipt later."

"This is what it should be." Jin San didn't object.

After hearing what Jin San said, Cai Quanwu handed him the money, and then said, "Master Jin, count the money."

Jin San took the money and clicked it again. After confirming that there was no problem, he looked at Cai Quanwu, as if to say, where is the pen and paper?

"Yu Yu, bring your pen and notebook." Jin San looked at himself, and Cai Quanwu probably knew what he meant.

When He Yuyu brought a pen and paper, Jin San gave Cai Quanwu a receipt.

After the matter was done, several people were in a much better mood and had more topics to talk about.

As they chatted, they came to the subject of Jin San’s daughter’s illness.

"Master Jin, what's going on with your daughter?" Cai Quanwu asked curiously.

In Cai Quanwu's mind, in this era, so much money is needed to treat a disease, and it must not be a simple cold or fever.

But the final result was beyond Cai Quanwu's expectation.

"The fever has been high and has not gone away. The doctor has tried many methods, but the fever cannot go away. The reason has not yet been found."

Jin Sansan said very frustrated.

Hearing that the high fever persisted, Cai Quanwu asked, "Didn't the doctor give you antipyretic medicine?"

Cai Quanwu regretted asking this, because he remembered that ibuprofen, the miracle antipyretic medicine of later generations, had not yet been released.

Fortunately, I didn't directly say why I didn't take ibuprofen.

Otherwise, the circle will not be round.

"The doctor prescribed medicine, but it had no effect." Jin San said with a frown.

"oh oh."

Cai Quanwu was perfunctory.

It’s not easy to discuss this topic further because it’s not that Cai Quanwu refused to save someone.

I don't have any ibuprofen, but I can't get it out.

If you take it out for others to use, your medicine must have a source.

Although the country does not have many exchanges with foreign countries, it is not closed to the outside world.

If there was such a miracle drug abroad, the news would have been all over the place.

Where do you get things that are not available abroad?

Thinking of this, Cai Quanwu sighed.

I thought, this is in China. If I were abroad, I would find some people to reverse-engineer ibuprofen.

It would be strange to have a finished product but not be able to develop it before the father of ibuprofen.

The Chinese are not good at research and development, but they are very good at reverse engineering.

Even if you don’t see any mushroom eggs, you can push them out.

When the time comes to register a patent, you will have nothing to worry about for the rest of your life.

Alas, it’s a pity that I can only think about it in the country.

Afterwards, several people chatted for a while, and Master Lei and Jin San said goodbye.

Cai Quanwu did not persuade him to stay. It was late and everyone had to work tomorrow.

After sending Master Lei and Jin San to the door and exchanging pleasantries, Cai Quanwu turned around and came back.

"Uncle, what you bought from Master Jin were gold bricks?"

Silly Zhu asked after seeing the person leaving.

"Yes, what's wrong?" Cai Quanwu looked at Shazhu and said.

"It feels too expensive. A gold brick actually costs 30 cents." Shazhu complained.

When Si Zhu said it was expensive, Cai Quanwu said jokingly: "The things used in the palace must not be cheap, otherwise how can the palace be made different?"

Seeing what Silly Zhu wanted to say, Cai Quanwu took the lead and said, "Okay, Zhu Zhu, stop talking. You won't understand even if you say it."

"Anyway, this thing is worth the price."

Seeing that Cai Quanwu was not allowed to speak, Shazhu muttered in his mouth.

"I don't understand. I think you're just being taken advantage of."

Cai Quanwu didn't pay attention to Silly Zhu's muttering, said hello, returned to the room, and closed the door.

The more Cai Quanwu thought about the idea that just came to his mind, the more feasible it seemed to him.

You can't reverse engineer it yourself, but the country can.

Send the finished drug and molecular formula anonymously to the country, and let the country find someone to develop it.

After all, I have been the successor of communism for decades, so I still have this awareness.

Instead of giving cheap money to foreign companies, it is better to give it to the country.

Mushroom eggs can be made in China, and Cai Quanwu believes that making ibuprofen should be a piece of cake.

Thinking of this, he just did what he said. Cai Quanwu had a thought and entered the rental house.

He found several versions of ibuprofen from the room and unpacked them. Cai Quanwu took out the pills one by one and wrapped them in a tissue.

After finishing it, Cai Quanwu found a piece of paper, copied down the molecular formula of ibuprofen, and then wrote the uses and efficacy of these medicines underneath.

After doing this, Cai Quanwu put the things away and prepared to take them out to find an opportunity to send them out.

As for exposure, Cai Quan was worried about everything, so he stuffed it in the mailbox by himself in the middle of the night, who knew who had sent it.

There are no cameras all over the streets now.

Moreover, the paper and pen I used were not what should be available in this era. It was impossible for the police to find me through these things.

As for handwriting, Cai Quanwu is not stupid. He just used his left hand to write.

Besides, it’s impossible for the country to compare the notes of everyone in the entire Forty-Nine Cities just for this matter.

The more I think about Cai Quanwu, the more feasible it becomes.

Although I am not like other time-travelers who can invent this and that, and then beat Britain and the United States, it is still okay to provide some samples.