A doctor who travels through two eras

In a compound on Fuxing Road in Beijing.

Lin Sanqi sat in Leader Jing's office. The atmosphere of their conversation wasn't very pleasant, not because the two were arguing, but because the sky over Beijing was overcast.

Leader Jing, smoking a cigarette, glanced at the two envelopes on the table:
"Comrade Sanqi, what's in here?"

Lin Sanqi doesn't smoke, but he smiled and said while holding his teacup:

"I know you have a tough time during the Lunar New Year, so here I am giving you red envelopes. Inside are two checks, each worth $2 million. One is for your military, and the other is for the country. You can decide how to use them."

When Leader Jing heard about the money, he didn't show the expected excitement. He simply took out the check, glanced at it, and gently put it down.

"Comrade Sanqi, you truly live up to your reputation as a 'timely rain,' offering $4 million in one fell swoop. To be honest, it really solved my immediate crisis. Unfortunately, it's far from enough."

This is a large country of 960 million square kilometers, and the amount of funds and materials needed is enormous, far beyond what a few hundred million or even billions can solve.

Lin Sanqi pouted:

“You face urgent problems every year, and there isn’t a single year that’s easy. Since you know it’s urgent, why do you still keep causing trouble every year? Wouldn’t it be better to just focus on production and construction?”

Upon hearing this, Leader Jing chuckled and scolded:
"You bastard, aren't you one of us? You're acting like you're an outsider. By the way, there's something I need to tell you. After the Spring Festival, a group of cadres will be heading south to Bao'an County."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sanqi was stunned for a moment, and now it was his turn to frown:

"Sir, what does this mean? Could you explain it to me?"

Leader Jing gave a wry smile:
"Does this even need an explanation? It's just the literal meaning. The official explanation is that a group of politically reliable and ideologically steadfast comrades have been sent to Bao'an County to assist you in its management."

"Mix in sand?"

Lin Sanqi thought to himself that his worst fears had come true, but he was no fool, so he shook his head and said:
"I reject!"

Leader Jing had known Lin Sanqi for many years and knew his temperament, so he patiently advised him:

"You can't refuse this. After all, Bao'an County is a national Bao'an County, and Bao'an Pharmaceutical Factory is a national pharmaceutical factory. It's not your private enterprise, Lin Sanqi."

"You could manage it all by yourself during the early stages, but now that it's on track, it needs to be integrated into the system. Your opposition—are you trying to create an independent kingdom? That kind of thinking is unacceptable."

Lin Sanqi continued to shake his head:
"I still refuse. I don't agree with the idea of ​​an independent kingdom. Bao'an County has a large number of young people working there, mostly transferred from various ministries, and they are mostly engaged in management work. I haven't sidelined them."

And don't think I'm unaware. How many of my tens of thousands of workers are from special departments? The reason I haven't exposed them is because I have a clear conscience and I'm not afraid of you mixing in your lies.

But this time you're going to send a large number of cadres south to Bao'an County, which is a bit of a cross line for me.

If I'm not mistaken, these people are all going to become workshop foremen or factory managers or something, right? Once they gain control of the Bao'an County Pharmaceutical Factory, will I, as the person in charge, be out of a job?"

Leader Jing smoked his cigarette, remaining silent; silence was the best answer.

Lin Sanqi put down his teacup, leaned back in his chair, and sneered:

“My bottom line is that you can send financial personnel into Baoan Pharmaceutical Factory to supervise all financial expenditures and income, so that you know that I, Lin Sanqi, have not embezzled a single penny.”

(Lin Sanqi no longer needs to be greedy; his 30% stake is enough for him to live comfortably.)

"However, these financial personnel have no management authority, only supervisory authority. As for the other management personnel from the pharmaceutical company, there is no need for them."

Currently, all the management personnel in Bao'an County are former factory directors and workshop foremen who were laid off from major pharmaceutical companies across the country. In addition, there are a large number of professional and technical personnel with overseas experience.

This group of people has excellent skills, high quality, and strong professionalism. Their management skills are perfectly suited to their profession, which makes the pharmaceutical factory highly efficient.

If an inexperienced person were to manage things, it would only make things worse. What I fear most is an inexperienced person leading an expert; in that case, they wouldn't help but only create more chaos.

Leader Jing sighed heavily and said:
"What you're saying, how could I not know? Comrade Sanqi, I can't change the fact that it's not too late for these things. As for me personally, I'm still sitting in this office, and I don't know when I'll bow down and step down. Maybe I'll have to go to Bao'an County with you to beg for a meal then."

Lin Sanqi's expression turned somewhat cold:

"Commander, we're old friends. You should know what kind of person I am. I hand over billions of dollars every year, all of which is real money. I can honestly say that I have done right by the country and the people."

I provided all the machinery and equipment for the pharmaceutical factory, I paid for the construction costs, and I even went to great lengths to find the staff. All you provided was a piece of land, and you took 90% of the profits. I've been more than generous.

If anyone is still dissatisfied after doing this and wants to take the remaining 10% of my profits, then I have nothing to say. I can only say that you have no sense of contract and want to take the hen that has laid eggs as soon as possible.

If some people are really planning to do that, then if they don't want me here, there are plenty of other places that will. I'm ready to leave Bao'an County, and I'll leave the pharmaceutical factory to you."

Leader Jing blinked, puzzled, and asked:

"Wait a minute, you're not one to suffer a loss. You're really willing to hand it over?"

"I'm willing, it just depends on whether certain people are willing!"

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "I have completed my initial capital accumulation, and I no longer need to be subservient."

Six years have passed since he transmigrated here. He has acquired a total of 200 tons of gold through transactions and sales on the black market, but outsiders are unaware of this.

In addition, he also possessed almost all the precious Chinese patent medicines of that era, such as wild ginseng, natural musk, bezoar, and dragon's beard, which he gradually converted into cash, making his wealth immeasurable.

He also possesses a hidden fortune: he emptied out several of the largest antique shops in the country, and even nearly emptied the Palace Museum. These antiques alone are enough to make him a hidden billionaire.

Therefore, Lin Sanqi, who has achieved financial freedom, already has enough confidence and no longer needs to rely on or be at the mercy of anyone.

Furthermore, Bao'an County Pharmaceutical Factory is merely a processing and production base. Currently, the three raw material pharmaceutical factories are limited by insufficient technology and can only provide a small amount of raw materials.

In other words, a large portion of the raw materials for the medicine were supplied by Talin Sanqi during his time travel.

If he cuts off the raw materials, your Bao'an County Pharmaceutical Factory will be paralyzed, leaving only an empty shell. Do you want that?

Lin Sanqi could easily rebuild his factory in Hong Kong or any country in Southeast Asia, resume drug production, and continue exporting. In that case, 90% of the profits would be his.

When that day comes, he can simply use half of his profits, several billion dollars, to cultivate relationships with political and business figures in various countries, and he will continue to be a god of wealth wherever he goes.

At worst, he can come back in 79, waving his dollar checks around, and he'll still be the boss.

Didn't you see those reactionary Blue Army members, those with deep-seated hatred, return after reform and opening up, and they all become patriotic overseas Chinese, receiving a warm welcome?

Leader Jing glanced at Lin Sanqi and smiled indifferently:

"Okay, if you're so adamant, then I'll give you the truth. Anyway, I'm just a messenger, haha. Don't worry, we can't do without you now, you'll be fine."

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, no one would turn down money. As long as he still has value, he is indeed safe.

"By the way, you rushed here right after the National Rural Doctors Conference. Is there something you need? You couldn't have just come to give me money, could you?"

Lin Sanqi's complexion improved at this moment, and he spoke:

"The biggest problem our Bao'an County Pharmaceutical Factory is facing right now is a shortage of skilled workers and workshop management staff. In addition, Bao'an International Hospital is about to open, and there is a severe shortage of doctors."

"As long as my superiors help me resolve the issues of industrial workers and medical personnel, I guarantee I can increase the foreign exchange rate by another 50%, or even double it."

Leader Jing smiled and asked in return

"Didn't you just say you didn't need any more people?"

Lin Sanqi rolled her eyes:

"We lack workers, but we don't lack managers. We need people to do the work, not people to give orders."

Leader Jing stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and asked:
What kind of workers do you need this time?

Lin Sanqi placed an application report on the table:

"The first shortage is in traditional Chinese medicine (TCM) personnel. I won't touch the TCM doctors currently in hospitals, but I want all the national, provincial, and provincial renowned TCM doctors and veteran TCM doctors who have been dismissed and returned to their hometowns. You can send them all to Bao'an County, including their relatives."

The above is the list I got from Minister Li. Just pick the people according to the list.

In addition, I have twelve masters who are considered titans of traditional Chinese medicine. Now that I, the junior disciple, have become successful, I always want to take care of my senior and junior disciples, so I've also made a list, and I want all the TCM doctors on it.

Leader Jing picked up the report and began to read it: "You continue."

"Secondly, I want all the doctors, pharmacists, and technicians who have been sent to the countryside from abroad. Oh, and those who studied at medical universities in the old society, I want to send them all to Bao'an County."

After mentally assessing the situation, Leader Jing asked in surprise:

"If all these people are sent to Bao'an County, plus their relatives, the number will be at least 20. Are you sure you want them all?"

Lin Sanqi thought to himself that 20 yuan would be more or less, since there was a chance to escape the quagmire, and he guessed that his brothers and sisters would also want to go to Bao'an County together.

"I'm sure that now that our Bao'an County Pharmaceutical Factory has been built, and I've also built a lot of new staff housing, we need people to fill in the gaps."

Before liberation, those who could attend university or study abroad were mostly from scholarly families, and their families were also literate, cultured, and even had a skill.

"Once this group of people arrives in Bao'an County, they will be able to drive development in all aspects of the county. We certainly won't just become a pharmaceutical production base in the future; we'll become a comprehensive metropolis, which requires a large number of talented individuals."

"Talent..."

Leader Jing nodded slightly and murmured, "For a country to develop, talent is the most important thing, not just empty slogans."

Lin Sanqi walked to the door, looked around to make sure no one was there, then closed the door again, sat back down, and said softly:
"Commander, you must know my ulterior motives, and you should know that I want these people not out of personal motives, but to preserve the country's strength and maximize the use of their expertise."

So this time I'm prepared to offer at least $5 million to get the person.

For a doctor who has studied abroad, I'll give the local government or system a subsidy of 10,000 yuan; for a family member, I'll give a subsidy of 1,000 yuan. If the local government is willing to cooperate and send the person to Bao'an County, I'll hand over the money and the person.

Leader Jing's eyes lit up:
“This is a good idea. Local governments and various systems are facing great difficulties right now. If you are willing to provide them with sponsorship, things will be much easier.”

Lin Sanqi thought to himself that he really had a capitalist mindset, and he just liked to throw money at people.

"Alright, I'll accept your application report and convey your attitude. Comrade Sanqi, I'm glad you have this intention. History will remember you. Thank you."

Lin Sanqi also stood up and shook hands firmly with Leader Jing, saying:
"Complete this talent transfer plan within six months. If you have any other talents who need protection and resettlement, you can send them all to Bao'an County."

Bao'an County is a border region and an impoverished county. Sending these people to the frontier for labor reform will definitely teach them a lesson.

Leader Jing burst into laughter upon hearing this, his previous gloom vanishing completely.

"Alright, I will definitely send all the troublemakers to Bao'an County. You can undergo hard labor reform and criticism and education. This reason is perfectly legitimate, and no one can say a word against it. Haha."

65 was the last window of opportunity.

Leader Jing escorted Lin Sanqi to the door. Lin Sanqi hesitated for a moment, then finally said:
"Commander, thank you for taking such good care of me. If nothing unexpected happens, I will not be coming to the capital again for the next ten years, so I don't know when we will meet again."

"If, and I mean if, one day you feel you can't make it in Beijing, you must remember, there's a Lin Sanqi in Bao'an County. Come to me, and I will definitely protect you and your whole family."

Leader Jing laughed heartily, but inwardly he disagreed:
"Okay, I'll remember that. There's a Lin Sanqi in Bao'an County who can protect my whole family. When I beg for food, I'll go to Bao'an County. Don't turn your back on me then."

Lin Sanqi shrugged, thinking to herself, "Believe it or not, I don't dare say any more. If I say too much, the editor will pull out his cards again."

After leaving Fuxing Road, Lin Sanqi drove a large truck loaded with rice, flour, and pork towards Dongsi Hutong.

When they arrived at Dongsi Second Street, Lin Sanqi parked his car in front of a grand mansion.

The gatehouse, with its five bays, clearly belonged to someone of at least princely rank. This was the home of the last prince, Fu Zuo.

Lin Sanqi hadn't visited in a long time, and he was thinking of this friend despite their age difference, so he knocked on the door with his car.

bang bang bang~~~
The side door opened, and a middle-aged man in a military overcoat came out. Seeing that Lin Sanqi was dressed in high-class clothes, he didn't make a scene.

"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

Lin Sanqi was a little puzzled, thinking he had never seen this person before, so he asked with a smile:

"I'm looking for Grandpa Fu. Could you please tell him that Lin Sanqi has arrived?"

Upon hearing the name, and recalling the name of the important figure who had been featured in the newspapers recently, the middle-aged man in the military overcoat immediately broke into a broad smile.
"Minister Lin?" "Yes, that's me."

"Oh dear, Minister Lin, my apologies. I'm telling you, Comrade Fu Zuo has already donated his mansion, and it's now the office of the XX Bureau."

Upon hearing this, Lin Sanqi breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the old man was truly willing to listen to advice.

"Do you know where Grandpa Fu lives now?"

“I actually know that. Just head south, past Chaoyangmen Street, and there’s a Chaomian Hutong up ahead. Old Master Fu lives in courtyard number 95 over there.”

Lin Sanqi nodded and tossed a pack of Marlboros over:

"Thanks, then I won't keep you from your work any longer. See you later."

"See you later, see you later."

Chaomian Hutong, No. 95 Courtyard.

Lin Sanqi parked his truck in the backyard of a shopping mall at the entrance of the alley, paid for parking with a pack of cigarettes, and then went into the alley by himself.

The old hutongs in Beijing are very narrow, and cars simply cannot drive in them.

As Lin Sanqi entered courtyard number 95, several middle-aged women from the East District stopped him at the entrance:
"Comrade, who are you looking for?"

Lin Sanqi smiled and asked, "Excuse me, does Comrade Fu Zuo live here?"

The old lady eyed Lin Sanqi warily, and upon seeing that he was wearing an expensive woolen overcoat, she said with displeasure:
"Who are you?"

Lin Sanqi knew these old ladies were difficult to talk to, so he took out his work ID: "Here you go."

Several elderly women gathered around to take a closer look, and they were all startled:

"Oh, so you're a high-ranking official. I'm sorry to bother you, but Old Man Fu lives in the east wing of the central courtyard, the room on the north side."

Lin Sanqi blinked: "He only has one room?"

An old lady laughed and said:
“This courtyard house used to belong to him, but Old Man Fu donated it all. He only asked for a side room and still has to pay rent to the street every year. His moral character is really high.”

Lin Sanqi laughed heartily upon hearing this. With such a good reputation, he knew that Old Man Fu had it in the bag.

"Grandpa Fu, hi, we have a guest."

Hearing the noise outside, Fu Zuo came out to see what was happening and burst into laughter.

"Xiao Lin, old friend, it's been over a year since I last saw you. Come inside, it's cold outside."

Lin Sanqi went inside and saw that it was a small house of about 15 square meters. There was a stove, a dining table and such at the door, and a bed behind a curtain where the old couple lived.

Lin Sanqi looked around and then opened the grain bag to take a look. It was just grayish-yellow cornmeal, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Fu Zuo, still smiling, placed a glass of water on the table.
“Xiao Lin, how about it? I listened to you and donated all the houses under my name, not a single one left. In addition, I also donated all the shares of all the factories under my name, as well as 10 yuan in savings. Now this old man will only receive a monthly pension of 15 yuan.”

Lin Sanqi gave a thumbs up:

“Grandpa, believe me, you have been blessed with a golden body. You will be protected from wind and rain in the future, and you will definitely live a long and peaceful life.”

At this point, Lin Sanqi took out a small wooden box from his briefcase, opened it, and inside was a key and a bankbook.

"Sir, this is the key to the safe deposit box at HSBC Hong Kong. Your two tons of gold and 15 national treasure-level antiques are stored here."

In addition, there's $50 in this passbook. I've converted all the money into foreign currency for you; it's safer that way. Please keep all of this safe.

How could Fu Zuo, who was born into nobility, not leave a way out for his family?
On the surface, he donated all his assets, but secretly, he entrusted Lin Sanqi to help him take away his most core assets and store them in Hong Kong.

Almost all the old guard did this, except that Fu Zuo had Lin Sanqi's help, while the other old guard hid in other places.

Of course, he was later found out, his property was confiscated, and he embezzled it—but that's another story.

Fu Zuo took the small box and said with emotion:
"Xiao Lin, I'm truly grateful. Keeping this money means I've done right by my children and grandchildren. Whether they live up to their expectations or not is entirely up to them."

Lin Sanqi also laughed:

"You have to give up something to gain something."

Old man, remember my words. When things calm down in the future, take out the money you have again and redeem the house you donated.

"With those dozen or so courtyard houses you own, don't worry, your family won't go bankrupt. Remember, if your descendants aren't cut out for business, don't go into it. The money they make from business isn't even worth a fraction of the value of a courtyard house."

Upon hearing this, Old Man Fu nodded emphatically:

“I believe you. If that day ever comes, I will definitely buy a house, and I’ll just hoard courtyard houses.”

Grandpa Fu lived a long life, passing away at the age of 103. It must be said that he was a wise man who knew how to adapt to the times.

May 2016, Huadu Medical University Laboratory Building.

Accompanied by President Su, Dean Zhang of the School of Pharmacy, Dean Xiang of the School of Traditional Chinese Medicine, and other prominent figures, Lin Sanqi visited the National Center for Traditional Chinese Medicine Research.

As Principal Su walked, she blushed slightly and said:

"Chairman Lin, I am truly sorry. After three years of research, we have now exhausted the $200 million funding, but we have not been able to invent any of the effective drugs you require."

Several years ago, Lin Sanqi publicly sponsored a $5 million project to modernize traditional Chinese medicine, but the actual amount received was $2 million.

In addition, it sponsored the Capital University of Traditional Chinese Medicine with $1 million, bringing the total to $3 million in real money.

This massive project, which caused a sensation in the national TCM community at the time, remained largely silent for the next few years, without producing any results.

Lin Sanqi was still somewhat disappointed; 3 million US dollars was roughly 20 billion RMB.

"Principal Su, Dean Zhang, Dean Xiang, I can understand that there have been no results in three years. I also know about the 10-year rule. But after all this research, including going through all the ancient medical books in my family, is there any result that is close to completion?"

Dean Zhang shook his head somewhat awkwardly:

"Xiao Lin, as far as I know, none of the 20 research groups in our school made any progress last time. Traditional Chinese medicine is too complex a project. We estimate that it will take more than 10 years to develop effective drugs for hepatitis B and cancer."

The dean also explained:
"Currently, major international pharmaceutical companies are developing new drugs to treat hepatitis B and cancer. This project has been going on for decades, but there is still no effective drug available. Three years is far too short for us."

Dean Su said with a smile:
“Yes, three years is too short, Chairman Lin. Now that the research team has been set up, you just need to continue to increase investment. If $2 million is not enough, then $5 million; if $5 million is not enough, then $10 billion. As long as you continue to invest, you will definitely have research results in the end.”

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, "You just casually mention 10 billion US dollars, do you know that this is all my hard-earned money?"

Lin Sanqi looked at Professor Dong behind him and asked:
"Professor Dong, I remember your research group is working on Yin Chen Wu Ling San for treating ascites. What stage has the research reached now?"

Dong Zhangquan answered honestly:
"Yinchen Wuling Powder can indeed treat ascites, which is supported by clinical data. However, the biggest problem at present is that Yinchen Wuling Powder causes great damage to kidney function and cannot be used in clinical practice. We are trying to find ways to improve it."

"Have you thought of any ways to improve this?"

"Well, we don't have any ideas on that yet. We're currently looking through ancient medical books, hoping to find some inspiration."

Lin Sanqi sighed, knowing that his $3 million was probably just a waste of money.

The reason he suddenly came to his alma mater to inspect the research group today is that, after a financial audit, it was discovered that in recent years, the funds for these TCM research groups have been almost entirely used for business trips, meetings, and various subsidies.

Another issue is that the purchase price of the experimental medicinal materials is very suspicious.

For example, the price of Artemisia capillaris, a traditional Chinese medicine, is three times the market price in the laboratory, and 25 tons are used at a time.

What kind of experiment would require so many medicinal herbs? Even if you ate them as a meal, you couldn't possibly consume that many. These research groups are facing serious financial difficulties.

However, the Huadu Medical University, which is supposed to play a supervisory role, is practically non-existent.

To put it bluntly, Lin Sanqi didn't actually use much of his money for experiments; most of it was wasted.

After leaving the laboratory building, Lin Sanqi invited Dean Xiang and Dean Zhang to get into the car, and the three of them had a secret conversation.

He apologized to the dean:

"Kobayashi, I want to apologize to you. Despite my repeated emphasis, the behavior of these professors and researchers is simply outrageous."

Dean Zhang smiled wryly:

"The problems are too deep-rooted to be changed. You and I are both about to retire, so they don't respect us at all."

Lin Sanqi tossed the documents aside and said casually:
"Then forget it. I won't invest any more money. Consider this $30 million as a loss. Don't try to persuade me. Given the current academic atmosphere, even if I threw in 3 billion, it wouldn't make a difference. Let's cut our losses now."

Dean Xiang and Dean Zhang both nodded in agreement:

"Yes, cut your losses in time. If you really want to do this, take over all the experimental research groups and organize your own experimental team to conduct research. You can no longer cooperate with the school."

"These people are too greedy. Their greed is so great that even our dean and principal are wary of them. The key is that they follow procedures very well; if you really investigate, a lot of money is spent in a murky way, and it's difficult to find evidence."

Lin Sanqi thought to himself, these people are professional players, how could they let you find something to use against them so easily?

Dean Xiang then asked:
"By the way, I heard that Zhangzhou Pharmaceutical Factory has reached a settlement with you?"

Lin Sanqi was delighted upon hearing this:

"We will definitely reach a settlement because we announced that we would publicly reveal the secret formula of Pien Tze Huang to prove our innocence. People from Zhangzhou Pharmaceutical Factory came and verified that our Lingnan Hall's secret formula is exactly the same as theirs."

Therefore, they dare not gamble. If we publish three medical books, it would essentially be revealing our secret formulas to the world. While this would certainly have some impact on us, the influence of Zhangzhou Factory would be far greater. So, they have no choice but to settle.

Dean Zhang asked, somewhat puzzled:
"Didn't you say before that someone was plotting something behind the scenes? Is it really over so easily?"

Lin Sanqi smiled and said:
“The main problem is that the other party can’t do anything about it. Our Lingnan Group is a Hong Kong-funded enterprise, and I also have a Hong Kong household registration. From the perspective of the central government, they can’t go too far.”

Another point is that our Lingnan Group has decided to comprehensively scale back its business, focusing primarily on the sales of wild ginseng, cordyceps, and tea. As for the production of traditional Chinese medicines such as Angong Niuhuang Wan and Pian Zai Huang, we will also limit production and will not engage in large-scale production.

Both Dean Zhang and Dean Xiang exclaimed in unison in surprise:

"Your Lingnan Group's business is growing very rapidly, which is a great opportunity for the company to develop and expand at a high speed. Why do you want to shrink your business instead?"

Lin Sanqi chuckled softly:
"The main problem is that I've made too much money. As my wealth has grown, my personal strength hasn't increased much. When I finally make it onto the Forbes list of most notorious pig butchers, it will probably be the day I end up in jail."

The richest people never have a good ending.

I have plenty of money now, a happy and fulfilling family life, and if nothing unexpected happens, I have enough wealth to last ten lifetimes. So what motivation do I have to make more money? Money is just a number to me now.

In fact, Lin Sanqi's biggest source of wealth now is antique auctions and jade sales.

As for the open trade of wild ginseng, he will continue to further limit the supply, because the wild ginseng in another time and space has also been harvested.

Next, Lin Sanqi could enjoy the pleasant life that wealth brought him.

The novel ends here.

In another time and space, Lingnan Pharmaceutical Group eventually became one of the world's top pharmaceutical companies, and Lingnan Hospital became one of the world's top ten hospitals.

The Lin family thus became the head of the four major families in Hong Kong, and the first Hong Kong family to invest in the mainland in 1979.

Pan Ye had three sons and one daughter.

In this timeline, Lingnan Group quietly sells ginseng and secret medicines without advertising or promotion.

Despite its small size, the company has consistently ranked among the top 100 taxpayers nationwide, and its wealth remains largely unknown.

Yin Lianyi had five sons in total, firmly holding the position of the eldest son's wife.

(The End) (End of Chapter)