Practicing business and practicing medicine

In the corridor of the single dormitory.

"Who were you calling just now? It took you so long, your girlfriend?" Tao Wenjie asked with concern as she gently opened the door.

"You haven't rested yet! A colleague from before came to discuss something with me."

"Did you eat at your friend's place?"

"No! Don't we still have egg fried rice? Just eat whatever you want."

"Ahem! I thought you just ate it there, but I cleaned it up, so I had to work hard for you to make it again."

Bian Mu and Tao Wenjie never eat leftovers. Usually, no matter how much is left or how expensive the ingredients are, after they are full, they usually just throw away the rest of the food.

"Hey! Just order some quick-frozen dumplings. It's getting late. You should take a rest!" Bian Mu urged with a smile.

"You should go to bed early! If your colleague was in trouble and needed my help, just let me know!"

"How dare you! She is just an ordinary Chinese medicine doctor and she doesn't dare to work for you. Good night!"

"Tch! There are some things that you really might not be able to do without me! Come on! Rushing is not a business, good night!" After that, Tao Wenjie closed the door, turned off the lights and went to rest.

…

The quick-frozen dumplings in the refrigerator are not the ones sold in supermarket freezers. They were made and saved by Bian Mu and Tao Wenjie when they had nothing to do. Bian Mu is good at cooking. After they are cooked, the texture is similar to freshly made dumplings.

There were probably more than forty meals cooked in two plates, and I randomly mixed some dipping sauces with it. While eating, I checked the various data information about "Qingchi Pharmaceutical" that was opened on my laptop.

VOL (trading volume), KD indicator, MACD, DMI, Bollinger Bands, OBV, RSI... one after another, Bian Mu watched very patiently.

Unknowingly, the dumplings had already been eaten, and Bian Muxu picked up a chopstick before realizing it.

As if he still needed a bite, Bian Mu got up and went to the kitchen to poach two more eggs and cook a pack of large-capacity instant noodles.

While guarding the stove, Bian Mu was still thinking about the future trend of "Qingchi Pharmaceutical" when his cell phone rang.

He turned around and walked to the coffee table to see the phone number of the medicine farmer Lao Pei.

"It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet? It's probably something urgent." His thoughts flashed, he picked up the phone, and Bian Mu quickly answered it.

"Uncle Pei! Is there an emergency on the mountain?"

"Hi! Nothing's wrong! I'm going to the city tomorrow to get some medicinal materials. I just remembered to ask you if you want to go to work on Saturday. If you have a normal rest, I'll go over and sit with you."

"I'm a special researcher now. As long as I punch in my card, I'm at work. No one cares about my attendance. Then I'll pick you up tomorrow! I have a special car now, equipped by the company."

"No need! You can find rides everywhere, so where should we meet?"

"Then where will you get off the bus?"

"Of course it's Ningguo Temple. Is it convenient for you?"

"What's the inconvenience? There are six doors over there. Which one should we make an appointment with?"

"Dongjiaomen! There's a shop specializing in bezoars there, so let's go over there!"

"No problem! Then rest early and be careful on the road!"

"Easy to say! Good night!" After saying that, medicine farmer Lao Pei hung up the phone.

Ningguo Temple is just a place name. The original thousand-year-old Buddhist temple was destroyed by war in the war-torn era. Nowadays, the largest local wholesale and retail market of medicinal materials has been built on the original site of Ningguo Temple. It is also ranked among the top three in scale in the country.

Usually whenever he had free time, Bian Mu often wandered there to play. In the past month or so, he had been busy with chores, and he didn't care to go there for a stroll.

…

Ningguo Temple's daily throughput of medicinal materials is quite large, and about 40% of the medicinal materials must be completed before the rooster crows and dawn breaks in the east. As for why this operation is done, Bian Mu has never understood.

That time period was a golden node for ginseng trading.

At dawn, Bian Mu went downstairs and drove straight to Ningguo Temple.

Tao Wenjie, who was awakened by the sound of movement at the opposite door, was still puzzled.

"What's been going on with him lately? He leaves early and comes home late. Something must be wrong! He's been messing around all day long. When the time comes, just go to my uncle's place and report there, and everything will be there. Alas! What does a person's family background say about his own thinking? Habits still have a big impact!" After thinking for a moment, Tao Wenjie turned over and fell asleep again.

…

At the east corner gate of the Ningguo Temple Medicinal Materials Wholesale Market, when Bian Mu arrived, the sky was almost bright.

After wandering around for a while, I came across a small specialty store in Bian Muxiangzhong, "Specialized in Thousand Xin".

"The abbreviation of Magnolia officinalis and Asarum? Then why do you specialize in the bezoar business? How many hands have you passed? It should be..." Looking up at the plaque carved from thick wood, Bian Mu stood there and pondered for a moment.

"Why are you here so early! Have you had breakfast?" I heard Lao Pei's deep and deep greeting from behind.

"I thought the scale of the ginseng trade would have doubled, so I came here specifically to take a look at the excitement, but I ended up being late. Have you already finished the delivery?" Bian Mu smiled and walked towards the medicine farmer Lao Pei.

"Then you came too late. The ginseng trading hall ended around 5 a.m. This was the rule before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Let's go! I still have some bezoars on hand. Go to their house and take the goods out. Let's find a place to drink. Order some morning drinks.”

"I'm driving! I can't drink. I can just find a cleaner store nearby and have something to eat." Bian Mu responded with a smile.

"Hey! Why did you forget this? I'm old and useless. Haha... let's go!" With a smile, the medicine farmer Lao Pei walked into the old store of "Housin Specialty Sales".

"Ouch! Uncle Pei is here! Please sit down!" The person who greeted him was a man in his early thirties. He had a long slicked back hair, shiny black hair, but his hair was thin. It was probably due to poor maintenance and taking supplements blindly.

"My relative's surname is Bian, the 'Bian' of the frontier poet. This boss Zhao, I have been an old friend of his father for decades." As he spoke, Pei, a medicine farmer, found a seat and sat down.

"Have you not had breakfast yet? How about I bring you some buns from behind?" The male boss looked very polite.

"You're so polite! Don't bother. Just put your things away and we can go outside and have something to eat later." Lao Pei smiled and said a few polite words.

"Okay! What good leaves have you brought this time?" the male boss asked with a smile.

Bian Mu thought that the so-called "good leaves" should be some kind of jargon in this market.

"There's just some bezoar left. What's the approximate price?"

"300,000 per kilogram, so it's more than 800 per gram!" the male boss responded with a smile.

"Ouch! It's increased so much! Thank you for helping to inspect the goods." As he spoke, Lao Pei reached out and found a small cloth bag from his arms, and handed it to the male boss.

It was an old-fashioned cloth bag used by elderly drug farmers for daily transactions. After the reform and opening up, this tradition gradually faded away.

Bezoar is a precious medicinal material. Bian Mu saw that the relationship between the two was very close, and some words might not be convenient for him to hear, so he made an excuse to retreat a distance and stood aside, waiting for Lao Pei to finish the transaction so that they could go out. Get something to eat.

After about ten minutes, the drug farmer Lao Pei successfully received the settlement money and greeted Bian Mu to leave the old store.

Bian Mu was just there wondering why Chinese medicinal materials had generally increased in price so much recently.