I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 1041 Traditional Chinese Medicine and Chinese Medicine Market!
It's rare for Yang Ming to come to Panjiayao.

Not planning to go to other places in the afternoon, Yang Ming, A Zhu and the others continued to walk around Panjiayao.Although there is no unified Panjiayuan antique market yet, there are streets nearby for a few days.

In this era, it is really interesting to visit this kind of antique market.

Even if Yang Ming just looked at it all the time.

All the way to a street vendor in front, Yang Ming found that all the items here were related to stamps.

The most important use of stamps is of course to send letters, especially in an era when domestic communication is not very developed, sending letters is a way for many people to communicate.

In addition, there is another one that has a collection function.

However, Yang Ming felt that apart from his personal interests, stamp collecting was incomparable to other calligraphy and paintings as collectibles.

After all, there are as many things as stamps that are printed manually or even by machines.

When Yang Ming was looking at it, the old street vendor said, "Sir, we have monkey tickets here, which were made by the great painter Huang Yongyu."

Monkey ticket?

Yang Ming squatted down to look, and found that it was indeed a Gengshen year monkey ticket issued in 1980.

He remembered the monkey ticket from 1980, which was still well-known later.

However, Yang Ming knew that the early hype really raised the price to a high level, even as high as one million RMB, but later it was a price without a market.

It's just that group of people who are frying and frying.

Yang Ming doesn't like collecting stamps, so naturally it doesn't have much value to him.

"Master, I think this stamp is very beautiful." Ah Zhu said in a low voice.

"You can buy it as a souvenir if you like."

In Yang Ming's view, it has commemorative value only.

Ah Zhu knelt down and asked, "Boss, how much is the monkey ticket?"

"Ten dollars a piece."

The face value of the monkey ticket is eight cents.

However, it is not cheap to sell 10 yuan RMB a piece now.

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Guan Jiahui and others all bought some back as souvenirs.

In Tang Yun's opinion, this stamp is real, but it's hard to say how valuable it is for collection.

leave here.

Continue to go forward.

Yang Ming saw that many people were setting up stalls there to sell ancient books.

In fact, ancient books are worth more.

Yang Ming knows that many orphan copies of ancient books in China have flowed into the East, even Europe and the United States. In China, even if there were reservations, most of them were not kept in the 60s and 70s.

It seems that there are many ancient books sold here, and there are all kinds of them.

Yang Ming also couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

However, when he picked it up and looked at it, apart from the fact that these books looked very old, most of them were in traditional Chinese characters, and many of them were illegible.

"Sir, these are ancient books handed down from our ancestors." Said the middle-aged man who was also wearing sunglasses, a Tang suit, and a long necklace.

He could tell at a glance that the identities of these people in front of him were not simple, and he might be buying their books.

"Are you sure it's all true?"

"Sir, these books of mine are all true. There are also Tang, Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the Republic of China."

"60s, 70s, how did you preserve it?"

"Sir, I certainly have our means of preservation."

Yang Ming squatted down to read, and found that most of these so-called ancient books should not be of high value.

However, he noticed that there was a book related to the records of ancient Chinese medical folk prescriptions.

It's just that he didn't know which name recorded it in ancient times.

Regardless of whether it is an ancient book handed down from ancient times or printed later, Yang Ming thinks this ancient book is good.

"I want this one."

"Sir, this one is 15 yuan."

Yang Ming didn't negotiate the price either. After Lin Xiuzhi gave the money, the Tang suit owner took an old newspaper to cover the ancient book for Yang Ming.

When leaving here, Tang Yun said: "Boss, I can be 100% sure that this was printed some time ago."

Printed some time ago?

Maybe?
Yang Ming did remember.

In his previous life, even after he graduated from university, the textbooks he kept from elementary school were still protected like new books.

In other words, if ancient books know how to protect them, it is normal to keep them for hundreds of years.

. . .

The current Panjiayao is indeed not small, and the nearby streets are all engaged in these businesses.

At 17:30 in the afternoon.

Yang Ming and others wandered around Panjiayao for more than an hour, but did not stay any longer.

When getting into the car, Yang Ming said, "Let's go to Quanjude for dinner."

Mainly He Chaojue, Alina hasn't been there yet, so I can take them to Quanjude for dinner.

After dinner, go to Wangfujing for a circle.

Came to Quanjude by car.

At this time, it was almost time for dinner, and there were more people outside.

Most of the people who come to Quanjude to eat are foreigners and foreign tourists, while Yanjing locals seldom come here.

Tang Yun took Yang Ming and others inside.

Soon, the general manager of Quanjude was very enthusiastic when he learned that Sir Yang was coming, and took Yang Ming and others to a separate box.

About half an hour or so.

It was delivered according to Quanjude's roast duck and matching set meal.

In fact, it is roast duck and various side dishes.

In Yang Ming's opinion, the price is still very cheap.

However, for many ordinary people in China, the price of Quanjude is really not low.

When Yang Ming came to Yanjing, he had eaten there before. During state banquets, Yanjing Roast Duck was served every time, and the Oriental Mandarin Hotel also had it.

However, the taste may still be a little different.

. . .

At 19:45 in the evening.

Finished dinner here at Quanjude.

Yang Ming asked Lin Xiuzhi to pay the bill and leave here, and take a car back to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel.

Just after returning to the Oriental Mandarin Hotel, Yang Ming went up to take a bath, and then took out the ancient Chinese medicine prescription books he had begged from Pan Jiayao to read.

Most of them, Yang Ming couldn't understand them.

However, for Yang Ming, the value is no longer here.

Instead, it reminded him of a very important thing.

Chinese medicine.

In the past few years, the rich in Xiangjiang have died of heart disease or cancer. In Yang Ming's view, these rich people are not without money, nor are they without timely treatment.

Instead, they invited a very professional western doctor or a private hospital to see them, and finally left.

However, on the other hand.

Yang Ming knows that Chinese medicine still plays an important role in many cases.

Maybe some Western medicine can't cure well, but Chinese medicine can cure it well.

In addition, Yang Ming also knew that when he went to Dongyang, he found that Dongyang attached great importance to Kampo medicine, which is actually ancient Chinese medicine.

Even Yang Ming still remembered that many Chinese medicine markets were also monopolized by Dongyang.

In the early 21st century, Dongyang has already occupied 90% of the world's traditional Chinese medicine market, and the domestic market is only 2%.

Dongyang's grabbing Chinese medicine patents was even more "excessive". In the later "World Patent Database", Dongyang Kampo monopolized more than 70% of Chinese medicine patents, while domestic Chinese medicine patent applications were pitifully small, accounting for only 0.3%.

Yang Ming also knew that many Kampo prescriptions in Dongyang entered Dongyang in the 80s and 90s.

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