A doctor who travels through two eras

Thinking of this, Leader Zhou made up his mind:
"Comrade Xiaolin, how about it? Now you have a direct understanding of the strength of our Moutai Distillery. Tell me which Moutai liquors you like and how much you want. We can discuss it."

Lin Sanqi thought, only children have to make choices.

"Leader Zhou, I'm asking for a lot of money. My personal idea is that I will buy all the Moutai you have in stock and clear out the inventory. You can calculate the exact amount in US dollars or bottles of penicillin today to see if I can take it."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the warehouse was shocked and you could hear a pin drop.

Of course Lin Sanqi took all of them. Even if it was the 1960 "Golden Wheel" domestic Moutai produced last year, the auction price for a bottle would be 92 yuan a few decades later.

Last year in 1960, Moutai Distillery produced a total of 180 million bottles. With such a huge number, I am afraid that the inventory will definitely not be small in a few decades.

God knows how those capitalists drove up the prices. As a "new capitalist", Lin Sanqi really admires these old men when he has nothing to do.

Let me put it this way, all Moutai liquors, no matter what year, are treasures as long as you have the ability to travel through time several decades later.

Of course, the price is not calculated in this way. Lin Sanqi cleared out his inventory at the Moutai Distillery today. He has several thousand to tens of thousands of tons of aged Moutai in his hands. If he releases them, the Moutai market will collapse immediately.

He is not stupid, nor is he short of money, so he may not necessarily cash out.

But when the time comes, will these decades-old Moutai be the best gift to give to others? Can they impress people?

Which level of cadres can withstand such temptation?
If you give money directly, some intellectuals with a sense of pride may not even look at it, but if you give aged Maotai as a gift, it’s a different story.

Look at the former deans of Huadu Medical University. They knew it was wrong to accept Moutai, but they couldn’t get over the psychological barrier and finally accepted it anyway.

If you accept my wine, are we friends? If we are friends, and I ask you to help me with something in the future, will you also do your best?

Then, after you solved one problem after another for Lingnantang Company, you found that high-aged Moutai liquor was delivered again, bottle by bottle, box by box, and they asked you if you would help them in the future?

Thinking of this, Lin Sanqi became happier and greedier.

Leader Zhou and Director Yuan were equally delighted when they heard Lin Sanqi say he wanted them all.

Don’t say that aged Moutai is the soul of their Moutai Distillery and is not for sale. This kind of nonsense can only deceive outsiders.

These aged Moutai were all produced by the private distilleries of the Lai, Wang and Hua families. What special feelings do the people of Moutai have after liberation?
As for Moutai produced after liberation, it is just a commodity in the eyes of workers. What's so precious about it?
You should know that the Moutai in 1961 was far from the "national liquor" that it later became. If you were to calculate its rank, it was at most one of the top ten famous liquors in the country. Fenjiu, Luzhou Laojiao and Xifeng were all at the same level.

Even within GZ province, there is another Dongjiu that is also listed as one of the top ten famous wines.

But who knows about Dongjiu except old drunkards? Decades later, without capital speculation, Dongjiu has no "financial value" and Lin Sanqi would not even want it for free.

So even though Leader Zhou and Director Yuan were ecstatic in their hearts, after looking at each other, the two old foxes immediately reached a tacit understanding.

These stocks of aged Moutai are my brothers, sisters, loved ones and friends. You want me to sell them?
Need more money!
Director Yuan said with some embarrassment:

"President Xiaolin, the Moutai liquor in our warehouse is the result of our hard work over decades. It contains the hard work of generations of Moutai people. We are selling it like this. We are really, really..."

After hearing this, Leader Zhou showed a dissatisfied expression:
"Old Yuan, I have to criticize you for this. The country is in such a difficult situation, foreign exchange is so precious, and people are dying because of lack of medicines or a minor illness. Which of these things is not more important than Maotai?
Now that Dean Lin has this need, we have to grit our teeth and contribute our beloved things no matter how hard or difficult it is. For the sake of the country and the people, what's wrong with us being wronged a little?"

Director Yuan is still performing hard:
"But Mr. Zhou, our Moutai is too precious. If we sell it all, what will we do if the central leaders need Moutai in the future? What about those foreign leaders who come to visit and want to drink Moutai?
Our retired workers came back to ask me, "Director Yuan, where did our wine go?" How should I answer? Then I would become the eternal sinner of Moutai Distillery. I really can't bear to sell it..."

Lin Sanqi's mouth twitched, thinking, "Is your performance a little too exaggerated? Do you want to go to the Central Academy of Drama in Dongmianhua Hutong, next to my house, for further studies?"
However, many local leaders who were unaware of the truth were deeply moved and sighed.

Minister Li had already walked away by now, following a staff member to visit the wine stored in the wine cellar. He would pick up a bottle from time to time to comment on it, as if he didn't care about anything else.

Only Dean Shen quietly touched Lin Sanqi's back with his fist, reminding him that this was a "trap" and he should not be sold out.

Lin Sanqi coughed lightly, indicating that he had received it, and then said with a smile:

"Leader Zhou, Director Yuan, and Director Li~~~"

Lin Sanqi deliberately shouted loudly, telling the old lady, "Don't hide anymore. I'm going to negotiate the conditions now."

"Leaders, this is what I think. The country is indeed in a difficult situation, and you in Guizhou are in an even more difficult situation. It is my duty to help you. This is my personal understanding. Besides, we are not businessmen, so there is no need to bargain.

So, I will pay 600 million US dollars, plus external targeted support for 10 bottles of penicillin in Guizhou, in exchange for all the stock of your Moutai factory, including the stock before and after liberation, up to the 60s, without a single bottle left.

I don’t care whether I made a profit or you lost money in this transaction. Anyway, this is my condition. If you agree, I will trade immediately. If you don’t agree, I will only purchase 10 US dollars of Moutai and go home. "

With a "pop", the "prop" Moutai liquor in Director Yuan's hand fell to the ground, and he was stunned.

Lin Sanqi was so distressed that his teeth were broken:

"Oh my goodness, Director Yuan, how could you break my Moutai? This is Green Beauty."

Green Beauty is the nickname of the Jinlun brand Moutai produced in 1957. The auction price of a bottle is at least 97 yuan. Not to mention the wine, this white porcelain bottle alone can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan! "

Director Yuan’s brain had gone blank at this time: My Moutai, your Moutai, whose Moutai is it?
At the critical moment, it was the leader who had the courage. After a brief pause, Leader Zhou immediately waved to the secretary in the distance:
"Xiao Wu, draft the transfer documents immediately. Comrade Lin Sanqi will trade all the Moutai stocks in the Moutai Distillery for 600 million US dollars + 10 bottles of penicillin. Minister Li, is there any problem with the central government clearing out the Moutai stocks?"

Minister Li nodded: "My superiors instructed me to give Comrade Lin Sanqi as much as he wants, without any restrictions."

Leader Zhou turned around and stared at Lin Sanqi and said, "Comrade Lin Sankai, a gentleman's word is as good as his bond. You can't go back on your word!"

Lin Sanqi patted his chest:
“Don’t worry, leader. The $600 million is in the account of the People’s Bank of China. It has never come into my hands. So you can rest assured about the money. The other 10 bottles of penicillin are also easy to deal with.

When you deliver the Moutai liquor to Wusong Wharf in Shanghai, we will exchange the money and the goods, which is fair and just. Minister Li will be a witness on behalf of the Central Committee. "

"it is good!!!"

Leader Zhou laughed out loud:
"President Lin is a straightforward person, so let's make it a deal. Maotai Distillery has its own exclusive dock, and we guarantee that all the stored wine will be delivered to Shanghai within half a month. Don't worry, I, Zhou, guarantee with my party character that not a single bottle will be missing, and all will be packed up."

Leader Zhou must be happy. As I said before, without decades of capital speculation, Moutai would at most be just a first-class domestic liquor, not even the top one.

Therefore, if all the Moutai produced in several wine cellars were added together and used for export, it is estimated that the value would not reach 200 million US dollars.

Now Lin Sanqi has given 600 million US dollars, plus 10 bottles of penicillin. This is definitely a super premium. When the central government and local governments split the money, Guizhou can definitely have a good New Year this year.

Director Liu Shengli of the Digital Hospital is a soldier, and soldiers are straightforward. Seeing Lin Sanqi being so forthright, he particularly admired her:

"Well, Xiaolin, well done. This is definitely a contribution to the country. But it's a pity. I came to the Maotai Distillery with you and wanted to drink until I was drunk, but you sold everything. There's nothing to drink!"

Several department heads also expressed regret.

Lin Sanqi also laughed out loud after hearing this, and was in a very happy mood:
"Everyone, rest assured. We have plenty of wine and meat. So, Director Yuan, can you help me get two oxen and slaughter them right away? Also, how old is this jar of Moutai? Oh, it says 53 written on it with lime powder. Then let's open this jar of wine and drink it all!"

“Okay~~~”

When a group of old drunkards heard this, they thought, they could eat meat and drink unlimited Moutai at the same time. Is there anything more refreshing than this?
That night, Guizhou dispatched 30 200-ton cargo ships to the Renhuai Moutai Distillery Wharf and began transportation operations overnight. For several consecutive days, all 6000 tons of Moutai Distillery inventory were packed and transported to the Hejiang Wharf on the Yangtze River. At the Hejiang Wharf, they were then transferred to three large cargo ships and shipped downstream via the Yangtze River to Shanghai.

Lin Sanqi did not leave with the health system team by train, but instead followed a cargo ship down the Yangtze River.

On the one hand, it is to "escort the ship" as the client's father, and on the other hand, it is to appreciate the majestic and spectacular scenery of the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, which can no longer be seen after decades.

In order to ensure the safety of Moutai liquor along the way and prevent any accidents, Lin Sanqi also specially showed the letter of introduction from the Central Military Commission and asked the Zunyi Armed Forces to send 50 soldiers with guns to help escort the entire journey.

Of course, after arriving in Shanghai, Lin Sanqi gave each soldier 100 yuan in labor fees.

What Lin Sanqi didn't know was that when he cleared out the wine cellars of the Maotai Distillery, according to the course of history, the wine cellar that stored the Maotai before liberation was guarded by the armed police decades later, and ordinary people would never see it.

Even this national treasure-level Moutai, before it became famous, was sold to a smuggler.

When Lin Sanqi "transported" all the Moutai back to the capital, it was already July and the weather was already very hot and humid.

Even the soft sleeper trains these days don’t have air conditioning. The passengers rely entirely on the electric fans above their heads. The iron carriage is like an oven, which directly roasts the Panax notoginseng into sweet potatoes.

When Lin Sanqi returned to Dongmianhua Hutong, he found that his parents, Pan Ye, and two nephews and nieces were all there.

Lin Sanqi put down the jar of wine in his hand, hugged his nephew and niece who ran over first and kissed them each, especially Lin Zhenzhen. Although his second brother and sister-in-law were not that good, his eldest niece was still cute.

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When Pan Ye heard that her husband had returned, she rushed out of the house. It had been a month since they had been separated from each other since they were newlyweds, and it was impossible not to miss him.

"Sanqi, why did you come back just now?"

Lin Sanqi hugged his little wife and kissed her on the face:
"I have no choice. I have to run around to make money to support my family. But fortunately, this trip was very fruitful and I came back with a lot of rewards."

Pan Ye had an advantage, which was that he didn't ask too many questions about a man's career, so he happily reminded:
"I have called my parents to live in my house."

At this time, Jin Caifeng also heard her youngest son's voice and ran out quickly. When she saw her son and daughter-in-law hugging each other, she smiled knowingly and went back into the house.

Lin Kucan was taking a nap and opened his eyes when he heard the voice: "I seem to hear Qizi's voice."

"Well, Qizi is back and seems very happy. I guess that batch of Moutai must have brought him a lot of benefits."

"Alas, this guy emptied the Moutai Distillery and spent $600 million without blinking an eye. It's really like the waves behind are pushing the waves ahead. We, the waves ahead, are all going to die on the beach."

After President Shen returned to the capital, he told Doctor Lin about Lin Sanqi's heroic deeds in Guizhou, so the old couple also knew about Moutai.

Just then, the door opened and Lin Sanqi rushed in:
"Dad, Mom, I'm back. Wow, the air conditioner is still cooler after all."

In Dongmianhua Hutong, in Lin Sanqi's house, a high-power electric wire was specially pulled in with special approval from the higher authorities.

Lin Sanqi installed air conditioners in the bedroom, living room, study, guest room and dining room in one go.

This air conditioner was purchased from Hong Kong. It is a desktop unit. It is very convenient to install on the windowsill and has a good cooling effect. In short, it is more than enough to cool a small room.

At the same time, Lin Sanqi also bought several refrigerators, washing machines, and even a color TV imported from the United States, although he could only watch news programs on one TV station every day.

But at least we entered a modern society in 1961.

The Lin family's house is a private house with a separate entrance and courtyard, so it has good privacy. They are not afraid of being seen by others when installing these appliances. Of course, many years later, it is unknown whether these appliances will become Lin Sanqi's "evidence"...

Pan Ye was a filial daughter-in-law. She used the excuse that living alone at home was too lonely and unsafe, so she brought her parents-in-law over from the Gege Mansion.

Lin Kucan was not an ignorant man. He knew the benefits of air conditioning long before the liberation. Besides, he was not the kind of person who would endure hardship without any effort. Since his son's house had air conditioning, he happily enjoyed it.

Jin Caifeng looked at her youngest son with some distress:
"Look at you. You've been traveling in the south for a month and you're all black. Maotai is just a bottle of wine. Do you really need to escort it yourself?"

Lin Sanqi thought that he had to escort the goods without any intention of harming others, but he had to be on guard against others. If someone stole a few tons of Moutai along the way, the loss would be hundreds of millions.

"Mom, I have a great use for this batch of Moutai, and I must see it with my own eyes. Come on, the two jars of wine in my hand are 50 years old. Dad, Mom, let's taste this top-quality liquor together tonight."

Lin Ku Shen was quite curious, so he opened the bottle cap and smelled it:
"It's really good wine, but unfortunately I'm not used to drinking white wine. Please bring me some rice wine next time you have a chance."

Lin Sanqi nodded quickly: "Okay, I'll take care of the red rice wine."

At this time, Pan Ye came in with a basin of cold well water. While washing his face, Lin Sanqi asked:
"Dad, let me ask you a question. I got a lot of good wine from Maotai Distillery this time. The wine bottles before liberation are still good, and the wine bottles after liberation, including the outer packaging, are still quite new. I want to make them look old. Do you know how to do it?"

In 1961, the packaging of Moutai was brand new. If this kind of wine was kept in modern society, people would mistake it for fake wine, so it had to be made to look old to match the natural aging effect of the year.

"To make Moutai liquor look old? This idea is new. I have heard of fake antiques being aged before, but this is the first time I have heard of Moutai being aged. The method of making it look old is not difficult. There is a great man in our Chinese medicine hospital. It will be a good idea to ask him to do it."

Lin Kucan said it easily, but Lin Sanqi became very curious:
"There are people who are good at counterfeiting in our hospital of traditional Chinese medicine? Who is it? Why haven't I heard of it?"

After all, Lin Sanqi had been the deputy director of a traditional Chinese medicine hospital for a period of time, so he had some understanding of the employees under him. However, he had no impression of it at all at this moment.

Lin Kucan smiled and said:
"This is not something glorious, so of course no one will publicize it. Besides, the counterfeiting of antiques and cultural relics happened before the liberation. It has been decades, and everyone has long forgotten about it. This person is Tang An from the pharmacy, Mr. Tang."

"Tang An? The skinny old man with small eyes who always smiles at everyone he sees?"

Lin Kucan nodded slightly:
"Yes, it's him. I can tell you that Tang An is not a simple man. He was originally an apprentice in a pharmacy. He is best at calligraphy and painting. He was quite famous in the Republic of China for forging seal carvings, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists of all dynasties.

His master was Pan Feisheng, a literary master of his generation, and one of his junior fellow apprentices was even more remarkable, that was Tan Jing, the number one antique counterfeiter in the Republic of China. Their forgery skills were completely able to make the fake look real.

If nothing unexpected happens, many of the antiques and curios in museums or private collections are forged by these three masters and apprentices. Many of the things that passed through their hands were swapped, and the real ones fell into their hands instead.

Both brothers, Tang An and Tan Jing, were smart. Seeing that they were about to be liberated, they realized that they could no longer make a living by counterfeiting antiques.

So before liberation, Tan Jingyuan went to Hong Kong to seek refuge, while Tang An returned to the pharmacy to work as a pharmacist.

After liberation, Tang An naturally went to work at the Chinese Medicine Hospital. I only learned about his counterfeiting by chance. Because Tan Jing is from Dongguang, and our ancestors all came from Guangzhou Thirteen Factories, it was through this relationship that I learned about Tang An’s past.

Lin Sanqi was too lazy to know the past of these counterfeiters.

But Lin Sanqi knew that those who could forge antiques so that they looked real were actually masters themselves. Their skills were absolutely top-notch and the regular army could never match them.

Just like the tomb-robbing master Yao Yuzhong decades later.

He doesn't use any high-tech tools or Luoyang shovel to check tombs. He just relies on his eyes and observes the sky and feng shui to find out where the tombs are.

He could accurately determine the size of a tomb and the location of the main coffin by just measuring with his feet, to the millimeter, so his success rate in tomb robbing was quite high and he was known as the "ancestor" of the industry.

Unfortunately, Yao Yuzhong was eventually arrested and executed, but Tang An retired early and saved his life after the change of dynasty. (End of this chapter)