Siheyuan: I Called the Police at the Beginning

Chapter 2 Tiger Bone Wine

"Yes, this is indeed top-quality tiger bone wine. The tiger bones are expertly brewed, and the medicinal ingredients are all high-quality and aged well."

Not long after, a white-haired old man who looked like he had been practicing medicine for many years walked out slowly from the store.

Carefully opening the large red wine cork, he carefully observed the color of the wine and the medicinal herbs inside.

After a while, the old man put the wine jar on the counter and said with satisfaction.

"I'll take it. How about 80 yuan?"

"Okay, 80 yuan."

Hearing this, Geng Ping'an was also very satisfied with the price offered by the old man.

Being well versed in Chinese medicine, he naturally knew that the old man was sincere and would not cheat him.

Authentic tiger bone wine is considered an expensive tonic wine in later generations, and it is even more precious because of the scarcity of tiger bones.

But money in this era is really valuable.

80 yuan is equivalent to 3 or 4 months' salary of a regular worker, and the money he saved is enough for his food expenses for a year.

"and many more!"

Just as both parties nodded and saw that the deal was done.

A loud shout suddenly came from behind the two of them.

With obvious dissatisfaction.

"Master Jiang, why would you sell wine for 80 yuan? You wouldn't falsify the accounts and deliberately collude with outsiders to defraud money, would you?"

"Every month, the store's income and expenses must be recorded in the official account. We are responsible for every transaction. This is different from the past when no one would be held accountable if we cheated the boss."

As soon as he opened his mouth, the visitor started to accuse him without any hesitation.

It was as if the old man had done something unforgivable.

The noise and sudden slander from the visitor made Geng Ping'an frown, and the smile on the old man's face froze.

However, the old man seemed to have some reservations.

After he let out a sigh of relief, the expression on his face clearly showed that he disliked the visitor, but he still had to patiently explain.

"Manager Ma, tiger bone wine can strengthen bones and muscles, strengthen the waist and kidneys, dispel wind and cold, replenish qi and blood, and also has a calming and soothing effect. It is a rare medicinal food."

"The tiger bone wine this customer has is of the highest quality. 80 yuan is still too low."

"If it were in the past, we would have considered accepting it even if the price doubled."

"I can guarantee that I have been working as a clerk at Baorentang for decades. I have lived up to my conscience and have not betrayed the trust of my boss."

"Oh, if you say so then it is."

The old man kindly explained, but Manager Ma didn't listen at all and continued to speak in a sarcastic and disdainful tone.

"I've seen this kind of thing a lot. Who knows how much profit there is? Anyway, I'm here, and I won't allow you to do anything under my nose and take advantage of the organization."

"you you!"

Having been a shopkeeper for many years, the old man could not bear such injustice.

Manager Ma was so angry that he was speechless.

Seeing this, Geng Pingan understood.

It seems that Manager Ma is just looking for trouble on purpose.

This kind of conflict that is visible to the naked eye can be regarded as a characteristic of the times. In the friction between public and private sectors, there are always some villains and uneducated second-generation people.

Just like the little women under Zhengyangmen.

Fan Jinyou, the public manager of the tavern, is a real jerk. He has a bureaucratic face, no ability and is very jealous.

Pure evil.

While stealing wine, he also targeted Xu Huizhen, a weak woman, in various ways.

In the end, he gave chaotic orders, ruined the old tavern, and had the nerve to complain to the organization that it was all Xu Huizhen's fault.

A good thing was ruined by a villain.

Geng Ping'an naturally did not have a good face towards Manager Ma in front of him.

The infinite confidence of being a time traveler with a cheat.

He decisively spit out, "This is the attitude when doing public work. You are the people's servant, not the one who lets you bully the people."

"Do you know anything about medicinal herbs? If you don't know their value, just keep quiet and avoid being laughed at."

"In the eyes of the right person, this wine would be worth two hundred yuan, and many people would be willing to buy it."

"I don't know how some people became pharmacy managers. They didn't get in through the backdoor, did they?"

In fact, Geng Ping'an wanted to say, why don't you exaggerate a little bit and say that the old man is undermining socialism.

But he still thought about this kind of words in his heart.

No one is so unscrupulous as to make certain remarks that should never be mentioned and make themselves uncomfortable.

"Who are you to have the right to speak?" Manager Ma cares a lot about his identity as a public relations manager and will not tolerate being offended by ordinary people. He also enjoys the atmosphere of being looked up to and having the final say in the store.

Now that Geng Ping'an had lost his interest in preaching, his face suddenly turned dark.

They didn't even bother to lecture the old man, and instead directed their attacks at Geng Ping'an.

"Why, you're such a fool, but you don't believe me when I tell you the truth."

Geng Ping'an felt no fear at all when Manager Ma glared at him.

Just incompetent and furious.

If Manager Ma holds a grudge over such a small matter and wants to retaliate against him, he is a cheater.

Instead, he would say, "You are so brave! You deserve to die."

Just as the two sides were about to start arguing, the old man who was interrupted had already caught his breath.

He quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

"Forget it, forget it. This wine is good stuff. I'll buy it for myself and drink it. No need to bother with the official account."

"Okay, that's what you said. We won't use the official account."

Manager Ma felt that he had lost face in front of others, but for the time being he had no good way to control Geng Ping'an.

Feeling indignant, he could only throw up his sleeves and find a way out for himself.

He left cursing.

"This won't happen again. Anyway, I'm here, and I won't let you do whatever you want."

Since the old man was willing to pay for it himself, Geng Ping'an didn't care who paid.

But after completing the transaction with the old man, he couldn't help but ask one more question, "Has he always been like this? An amateur is ordering the experts around, and his attitude is terrible. He looks down on others."

"Is business still going on? No wonder there are so few customers in such a big pharmacy."

"Eighty yuan, keep it."

Hearing this, the old man did not complain to Geng Ping'an, but just handed over the money and also gave him two more one-jin food coupons as a bonus.

Smile.

"I've been through so many years, and I've experienced everything. Even if things don't work out for me, I still have medical skills and a few good disciples, so I don't have to worry about no one taking care of me when I'm old."

"Yes, it's much better now than it was during the war."

Nodding in agreement, Geng Ping'an waved goodbye to the old man.

Life in this era is a bit hard, but at least it is safe. If he had traveled through time a few years earlier, even if he had a cheat, he would not be able to withstand the guns and cannons all over the city.

There is still a huge risk of dying before achieving success.

"I have the money, but the food and meat coupons are not enough."

"Looks like I can only buy some at a high price on the black market. With that in mind, the purchasing power of 80 yuan is going to be greatly discounted."

Stroking the food coupons in his hand, Geng Ping'an remembered another feature of the Red Era.

It was an era of coupons, where you needed food coupons, meat coupons, oil coupons, and even feces coupons to buy everything. Daily supplies in all aspects of China were extremely scarce.

He was so busy asking for money that he completely forgot to ask for the ticket.

To put it bluntly, he is out of tune with this era and subconsciously considers issues from the perspective of future generations.

"Ping An, are you back from going out?"

As the loyal and dedicated door god of the courtyard, Yan Bugui exchanged a few words with the returning Geng Ping'an with the intention of giving him a try.

His eyes glanced casually at Geng Ping'an's empty hands.

Suddenly I lost interest.

After all, he can't take advantage.

"Yes, everyone knows how hard Geng Ping'an's life was, so how could he possibly bring anything back?"

"Xu Damao still has more money in showing movies."

Thinking about the various dried goods that Xu Damao brought back in large and small bags every time he went to the countryside, and even the old hens given by the villagers.

While Yan Bugui was envious, he could only hate himself for not being one of the Eight Great Members.

On the other hand, Geng Ping'an naturally knew Yan Bugui's little thoughts.

Previously, he was only thinking about signing in and punching the clock in, so he left in a hurry and did not meet the third uncle in the yard.

Now, Geng Ping'an looked carefully at Yan Bugui's skinny body and the reading glasses on his face.

It is quite different from the character in the movie.

Then, he touched the 80 yuan "huge sum" he had just received in his arms, responded vaguely, and walked into the yard.

Geng Ping'an was a poor family and an orphan who had left the courtyard. He had nothing on him that Old Yan could care about.

(End of this chapter)