Master Doctor in the City

After the two came over, Ye Chen stopped staying with Xu Peipei. He was going to see Ling Die at the Chinese Medicine Factory.

Ye Chen came out of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and drove in the direction of the Chinese Medicine Factory.

It was still early, and he drove to the parking lot inside the Chinese medicine factory and found that many employees on the three-shift night shift were preparing to return to the factory to work.

Nowadays, because there are a lot of damp-removing medicated oil and damp-removing ointment in various provinces, the output of damp-removing medicated oil and dampness ointment produced every month can satisfy the domestic and foreign markets.

However, Ling Die is responsible for these. He is not very clear about the specific situation. As for the quick hemostatic powder produced for the military, he does not know what is going on now?

Now Ye Chen went to the security training ground first. As he entered, he didn't see Li Feiyi and Bao Yutang, but only saw the hundreds of people training themselves.

Ye Chen saw that Li Feiyi and Bao Yutang were not here, so he did not stay. When he called Ling Die, Ling Die had already returned to his welfare house.

He thought that the other party was in the president's office, and now that the other party went back to his welfare house after get off work, Ye Chen seemed a little embarrassed to go there and asked, "Can I go up?"

"You've been here several times, what's the embarrassment."

Ling Die said.

Although the Chinese medicine factory had rumors about her and Ye Chen, Ling Die ignored them.

Now Ye Chen went to the welfare house where Ling Die lived, went upstairs to the door, and rang the doorbell at the door. When Ling Die came out to open the door, she realized that it was Ye Chen and let Ye Chen in.

She has found it strange recently that she has not seen Ye Chen for some time, and she has no idea what Ye Chen is doing.

"Are you busy recently?"

"Take care of patients at the Chinese Medicine Hospital."

Ye Chen said.

Ling Die already understood, no wonder she hadn't seen Ye Chen's figure recently.

"Are you well?"

Ye Chen has given Ling Die acupuncture and moxibustion several times, and has given her aura. Now Ling Die no longer feels pain in her head, neck, or shoulder.

This shows that Ye Chen's treatment effect is still very obvious.

"It's okay, it's been fine lately."

Ling Die said.

Seeing Ye Chen sitting here, Ling Die went over to pour him a glass of water and asked, "Aren't you here to ask this?"

Ling Die thought that Ye Chen was just coming over to ask her if she was healthy?

"Of course not, I have important matters to discuss with you."

Ling Die was surprised, asking her to discuss something important.

"How about the military's hemostatic powder?"

"Those who have passed the trial drug trial have achieved very good results. The military inspection has passed, and mass production is now required. The production line has been expanded to specifically produce hemostatic prescriptions for the military. As for the branches of Chinese medicine factories in other provinces and cities, they are now mass-produced for removing dampness. Medicinal oils and damp-removing ointments can meet market requirements at home and abroad."

"I'm going to let the Chinese medicine factory reduce one-third of the production line here, and let that one-third of the production line be used for drug testing."

Ling Die knew that Ye Chen still had a lot of prescriptions, but before, because the market for Qushi medicinal oil and Qushi ointment were not satisfied, they could only produce these two Chinese patent medicines as much as possible.

But now the Qushi medicated oil and Qushi ointment are a new generation each year, and now the Qushi medicated oil has been changed from Qushi medicated oil No. 1 to Qushi medicated oil No. 3, the effect is even more obvious, and the production cost is on the contrary reduced , So the company's net profit will increase a lot.

It can be said that the traditional Chinese medicine factory is an accelerated money printing machine, printing all the time.

"Not bad."

Ye Chen said.

Ling Die is in charge, so Ye Chen really doesn't need to spend time here.

"Then you said there is something important to tell me?"

When she saw Ye Chen staring at her, she didn't know why, Ling Die was a little shy, and thought Ye Chen wanted to say something else.

For a while, Ling Die knew that he didn't know how to choose. If Ye Chen really said it, how should he answer?

"What are you nervous about?"

Ye Chen asked.

"Aren't you talking about important things?"

"That's it. A few days ago, my friend wanted to drink a drink. I went out and bought it for her. Because I was ill, I couldn't drink it randomly, so I made a bowl of herbal tea for her. She thought it was good with the canned herbal tea sold in the market outside. , So I want to see this herbal tea recipe, can it be produced?"

When I heard that this was the case, Ling Die finally felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief. However, she was a little disappointed. She thought that Ye Chen was talking about what she thought. He didn't expect that it was not at all, but a business.

"Herbal tea? The herbal tea market is very competitive now."

Ling Die said.

Nowadays, there are a lot of herbal teas in the traditional market. As for those herbal teas that can be bottled, as well as Wanglaoji, Jiaduobao, etc., in Lingdie’s view, although the profit of this herbal tea is also very high, the competition is fierce. In the case of Chinese medicine factories, there is almost no need to worry about profit when producing those proprietary Chinese medicines.

If you produce herbal tea, you don't know what the market will be like then?

"I believe that if my herbal tea formula is better sold in the market, the effect will be more obvious."

Ye Chen said.

"If that is the case, the domestic market will be tens of billions, and there may be more abroad."

Ling Die said.

For her, although herbal tea is regarded as a drink, she also regards it as a kind of Chinese patent medicine soup. The selling price may be much cheaper than other Chinese patent medicines.

"Then what do you think?"

Ling Die thought for a while and asked.

"If you have money, you can make money together. Or call the Xu family, Li family, Liu family, Lu family, Sun family, Gao Meilin, etc. together, and proceed according to the model of your Chinese medicine hospital."

"You are at a loss this way!"

Ling Die said.

Ye Chen knows very well that he is not short of money at all, and he may enter the ancient martial world by then. For him, money is more and more a constantly changing number in the bank card.

However, it would be different if they could join the Xu family and make money together.

"I am not short of money now."

"If you think that way, I agree with you."

Ling Die said.

"At that time, you will be given one percent of the shares, and the shares will be given to you from my personal."

Ye Chen said.

"Really? I still don't want it."

Ye Chen gave everything that should be given to her, and gave it to her now. Ling Die was afraid that she would accept too much, but it would be bad.

Now Lingdie wants money and money, shares and shares, and powers, which is definitely hundreds of times better than any professional manager in the world.

She felt that she was very lucky to meet a boss like Ye Chen. Moreover, for her now, the money seems to be enough.

The annual salary, coupled with the annual dividends of the Chinese medicine factory now, has made her live very well.