Practicing business and practicing medicine

Ouyang Ziye didn't care. In Bian Mu's life, he was completely insignificant. However, Huang Boxi couldn't help it. The old man was becoming more and more respectful to him. He had made an appointment in advance, so he couldn't keep the old man waiting for a long time. .

So, Bian Mu took out his mobile phone and called Huang Boxi.

"You can reserve a table first. I'm going to prepare some 'medicine introduction' for Teacher Ouyang outside right now. The stuff is a bit old and it will cost some money. He will have to reimburse us afterwards, right?" Bian Mu called Huang Boxi on the phone. Hello.

"Report it! There's no need to say that! There is no upper limit, just wait and see!" Huang Boxi responded with a smile on the phone.

"You are really concerned about his affairs, so I will continue to look for it. If you two get there first, sit down and drink some fruit tea. It must be fruit tea!"

"Yeah! No rush! Just look for it slowly!" After saying that, Huang Boxi hung up the phone.

In an inconspicuous corner, Bian Mu dug out a bronze mirror under several fake calligraphy and paintings. It was an imitation of the Han Dynasty. It was round and very thick. He was very expert in controlling the thickness of the mirror surface. The nose of the mirror was made in an ancient style and the knobs were strict. According to the standards of the Han Dynasty, all the details have been handled quite well, and there is no deliberate old-fashioned look. It has become somewhat interesting after being left in the dust for many years.

He picked up the imitation Han Dynasty bronze mirror with both hands and looked at it carefully for a long time. Bian Mu couldn't help but look at the male shopkeeper a few times. The whole shop was almost spotless. The shopkeeper himself was very clean all over. He is a very smart and capable businessman, so...why does this corner look like it hasn't been cleaned for a long time? !

"Oh... maybe this is also a new way to make things look old, or... it's also a marketing method? Let the so-called fake experts come over and think they have picked up a big mistake? It's possible! This industry is very deep, no less In our Chinese medicine practice," Bian Mu thought to himself.

The shopkeeper ate the dumplings quietly and calmly, as if he didn't pay special attention to Bian Mu.

"Boss! How much does this Han mirror cost?" Bian Mu asked loudly.

"My friend put it here for consignment. If you like it, give him 500! It's not easy for him, so he can't lose money to you." The male boss responded with a smile.

Bian Mu hangs out with Uncle Yang from the "Hua Tian Ghost Market" all day long. Bian Mu is not too amateur in the antique shop. To be honest, his psychological price is at least 1,000 yuan. This is a serious bronze mirror of 800 yuan, although it is a modern craft product. , the craftsman who imitated this old thing is by no means an ordinary person.

Bian Mu already had some special talent for "divine vision". As soon as he got hold of this bronze mirror, he felt that it was something unusual. He could take it away for 500 yuan, and he suddenly felt a little surprised.

"Sorry! Can I wipe the surface with a cloth? I don't know anything. Will making this request break any of your rules?" Bian Mu said politely with a smile.

"Others are really bad, but you are a distinguished guest, so please do it!" The shopkeeper, who had almost finished eating, replied while starting to put away the cups, plates and lunch boxes.

"Thank you for your trust!" After saying that, Bian Mu found a rag beside him, which was half wet and half dry, and wiped it gently with his hands.

There is a secret mark on the back of the bronze mirror, "Kui Yang Yue Jian", and there is also an old mark in the shadow on the back of the mirror, two lines of Chinese poetry, five characters and ten words, which roughly means "the autumn moon shines on everything, and the nine states are so different". Li style, every word shows great effort.

"That's it. It's a shame to give 500. Let's discuss it, give a similar price and leave quickly!" Thinking of this, Bian Mu put the rag back to its original place, took the imitation Han bronze mirror in his hand and walked to the man. The boss is at the counter.

"500 is just the cost of materials, and wages may not even be included. You can add a little more, but you can't make your friend feel cold." Bian Mu said with a smile.

The bronze mirror was gently placed on the counter by Bian Mu. The male boss straightened it slightly and responded with a smile: "Don't tell lies in front of a real person. I recognized you as soon as you walked in. Doctor Bian is Right? Haha... The craftsmanship of high imitation old mirrors is indeed valuable. However, he has a close relationship with me. The base price he set is 500. I really want it from you. I don’t mean anything else. We have heard about you in your daily life. Some, nothing more, just a little respect.”

"Thank you both for looking at me so highly. In the past two years, the crafting fees have been quite expensive. Otherwise... I will accept your wishes. I can't give you too little money. To be fair, let's count it as 1,000! I'll take it It’s also given as a gift, and it’s considered a medicine introduction.”

"Oh... Doctor Bian is indeed not an ordinary doctor. 1,000 is just a joke. My friend's life is not going well, so let's add 200! Your place is overcrowded every day, and your income is much higher than ours after all. That's it! I'll pack it for you."

"For good luck, 800! If you lose 100, it will be easier for the three of us to meet again in the future, right?"

"That's okay! It's better to be respectful than to obey orders. You are open-minded, and we can't be too stingy." After that, the male boss found a rather exquisite wooden box and carefully packed it for Bian Mu.

Oops! After sorting it out like this, let alone a gray person like Ouyang Ziye, even if he was carrying this thing to present it to Nie Yixiong, he would still be able to do it. Thinking of this, Bian Mu planned to make friends with the male boss in front of him.

"Can you add your contact information?" After paying the bill, Bian Mu said with a smile.

"I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it!" Overjoyed, the male boss quickly took out his mobile phone and added Bian Mu's contact information to his mobile phone.

The male boss's surname is Rao, a local, and he has always admired Bian Mu.

After being polite, Bian Mu said goodbye to Boss Rao, hurried out of Shumo Alley, took a taxi and went straight to the "Gan-Shaanxi Taste" flavor restaurant.

The hotel was much larger than Bian Mu imagined. There was private room 303 on the second floor. When Bian Mu inquired all the way and walked in, Huang Boxi and Ouyang Ziye had already drank several pots of fruit tea there.

"I'm so sorry! I was delayed on the way and kept the two teachers waiting for a long time." As he spoke, Bian Mu placed the non-woven bag in his hand on the dining table.

Huang Boxi stared at the bag and looked at Bian Mu with his eyes.

Bian Mu smiled knowingly and said that it was the thing on the table that he found specially for Ouyang Ziye, which was why Shanshan arrived late.

At this moment, Huang Boxi felt relieved, and a look of joy suddenly appeared on his face. He greeted twice loudly, and a young waiter hurriedly walked in from the door. Huang Boxi began to order.

Ouyang Ziye was even worse than Bian Mu imagined. Since the last meeting, he had lost at least ten pounds. What was even more troublesome was that the hair on his head had become much thinner, and the symptoms of hair loss were already quite obvious. .

His eyes were dull. When Bian Mu came in, Ouyang Ziye just smiled politely and said hello casually, without showing much joy in his eyes.

It seemed that Ouyang Ziye was really ill.

Ouyang Ziye didn't have any appetite anyway, everyone was busy, who had the time to bother with him. Thinking of this, Bian Mu smiled and said to Ouyang Ziye: "Teacher Ouyang, I have some medical experience recently, should we discuss it?"

"You are now a famous doctor. If you don't want to discuss anything, you can just give me some advice." Okay! Ouyang Ziye was obviously in a bad mood, and he was weak when he spoke.

Naturally, Bian Mu didn't have the same experience as him. He smiled, took the non-woven cloth, opened it, and took out the ancient wooden box.

It was only at this moment that Ouyang Ziye's eyes showed a rare bright color.