A doctor who travels through two eras

Chapter 50 My family members are not clear

Half an hour later, just when everyone in the ancestral hall was getting impatient, Lin Sanqi finally arrived.

And not only Lin Sanqi, but Lin Bingqiao also came. The brother and sister carried a pile of wooden boxes and walked into the ancestral hall carefully.

Lin Musen was delighted when he saw his son and daughter coming:
"Qizai, you're here."

Lin Sanqi carefully placed several boxes on the table, then wiped his sweat and said:
"Grandpas and dads, I picked some wild ginseng from my home and brought them here. This one is 20 years old, this one is 30 years old, this one is 40 years old, and there are also 50 years old, 60 years old, 70 years old, and 80 years old.

Oh, by the way, the wild ginseng in my younger sister’s arms is the most precious, and according to experts, it is over 150 years old.”

After saying that, Lin Sanqi raised his eyebrows at his father.

The father and son had a tacit understanding. Lin Musen thought that his son must have urgently transferred a batch of ginseng from 59 to fill the void, so he pretended to complain:

"Ah, kid, I asked you to just bring one wild ginseng, why did you bring so many? Look how tired you are."

Lin Sanqi also pretended to smile innocently:
"It's all my fault for not hearing you clearly. I thought that Fifth Uncle and the guests from Hong Kong wanted to see wild ginseng of different years, so I took the initiative to bring a few more."

Lin Musen waved his hand:

"Alright, it's fine now. You and Bing can go out first. There are adults here, so you kids have nothing to do with it."

"Okay then, Grandpa, Fifth Uncle, Mr. Wu, Dad, let's go out first!"

Walking out of the ancestral hall, Lin Bingqiao was stunned. Although she was just a high school girl, how could a child from a family of traditional Chinese medicine not understand the value of wild ginseng?

"Brother, am I dreaming? When did our family hide so many ginsengs? How much can they be sold for?"

Lin Sanqi shrugged, "How should I know? My father runs a Chinese medicine clinic, so isn't it normal to have ginseng?"

"But my dad is so rich, why is our family still so poor? Others have iPhones, but I only have a phone watch."

Seeing his aggrieved younger sister, Lin Sanqi felt uncomfortable.

If it wasn't for the purpose of monitoring Lin Bingqiao's daily commute to and from school, the Lin family might not even have bought her a smart phone watch. While other girls were showing off the brand of their cell phones and the model of their iPads, Lin Bingqiao had nothing.

The little girl is sensible and never asks for anything.

But it was precisely because of this understanding that Lin Sanqi felt even worse. When he was in college, he went to the movies, went to restaurants, and stayed in a hotel with his girlfriend. Which of these did not require money?

But the Lin family has only so much money, so with more brothers, there will naturally be less for sisters.

Lin Sanqi touched his sister's head:

"Isn't it easy to get a mobile phone? I'll take care of it. I'll go shopping with you tonight and give you the latest iPhone 15!"

Inside the ancestral hall, Uncle Lin, Lin Heming and Master Wu were all shocked by the Versailles of the Lin father and son.

They can just casually take out a bunch of wild ginseng, ranging from 20 to 150 years old? What kind of family is this? Are they trying to go to heaven?

Lin Heming's family has assets worth hundreds of millions, and they have to work hard to buy a hundred-year-old ginseng. But in this Shilou Village, Lin Musen is being sold like a carrot?
This completely subverts people's three views.

Uncle Lin was also shocked.

As the clan leader and village chief, Uncle Lin knew the economic conditions of Lin Musen's family. He couldn't understand how his nephew's family became rich overnight?

Could it be that Lin Musen had been pretending to be poor? Playing the pig to eat the tiger?

I can't figure it out and I don't want to think about it anymore. The assets of Shilou Village are over 10 billion yuan. As the chairman of Shilou Property, Grandpa Lin naturally wouldn't covet his nephew's few ginseng roots.

He was here today just to be a witness and support the Lin family. "Ah Sen, open all the ginseng boxes and let Master Wu from Hong Kong identify them."

"Okay, Grandpa!"

Lin Musen opened the boxes one by one, revealing the wild ginseng inside, which instantly dazzled the eyes of the people of Hong Kong.

Master Wu ignored etiquette and rushed over, then carefully examined it:

"This is a pair of 20-year-old wild ginseng."

“This 30-year-old is right, too.”

……

"Wow, this 50-year-old wild ginseng is even better than the treasure in our store. It's amazing."

Master Wu picked up a 48-gram piece of 150-year-old wild ginseng and examined it up and down with a magnifying glass...

Half an hour later, Master Wu straightened up, clasped his fists towards Lin Musen, and said sincerely:

"Mr. Lin, it's Mr. Wu who is not good at medicine. These ginsengs you have are absolutely authentic and of the best quality. Please forgive my ignorance. I have only seen this kind of century-old special ginseng once. I am inexperienced and almost wronged Mr. Lin."

You suddenly take out a hundred years of your life, and it’s in such good condition that the other party doesn’t dare to appraise it.

But if you take out the ginseng one by one according to the year, you can clearly see the growth process of the ginseng.

It’s like you haven’t seen someone for 50 years and you might not recognize them at first glance.

But if the other person takes out photos of himself from the age of 10 to 50, and you watch him grow up slowly and his appearance and temperament change little by little, you can be sure who the other person is.

The key is that there are only a few people who can produce so much authentic special wild ginseng in one go. To be honest, there are only a few people in the whole of Huadu and the whole of Hong Kong who can do this.

If Master Wu still doubts Lin Musen's ability at this time, then there are real problems with his medical skills and ethics.

The most Versailles person at this time was Lin Musen. He had been holding his breath before, but now he was breathing smoothly and his face looked better:
"No, no, Mr. Wu is a famous Chinese medicine practitioner in Hong Kong. We are half colleagues. As the saying goes, there is no friendship without fighting, haha."

Lin Heming also had a sunny turn, and he quickly came out to smooth things over:
"Okay, okay, our Lin family is known for its talents. Asen is really a man who makes a name for himself without making a name for himself. Then, Master Wu, what do you think of the 150-year-old ginseng..."

Lin Musen didn't want to sell 150 pieces of ginseng. This wild ginseng was very precious in 59, let alone now? It would be difficult to get it in the future.

"Uncle Wu, this 150-year-old bottle has been reserved..."

Lin Heming felt sorry for it, so he looked at another bottle of 115 vintage:
"Then this one..."

Master Wu told the truth:

"Last year, a 30-gram 300-year-old wild ginseng was sold at a high price of over 3 million in Hong Kong. Although Lin Sheng's wild ginseng weighs 300 grams less, it is of better quality. If it is sold at auction, it should be worth more than million."

Speaking of money, the atmosphere on the scene was a little weird.

It is human nature that sellers want to sell at a high price and buyers want to get a lower price.

Business, after all, is a process of bargaining and mutual compromise.

Uncle Lin was still able to deliver the final word at the critical moment:
"Since we are family, Arsen will suffer a loss. Refer to last year's auction price, 300 million!"

(End of this chapter)