Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

In 1983, spring was in full bloom.

That year, the air in Beijing was filled with the scent of "revitalizing the economy".

On the streets, there are more and more young people wearing bell-bottoms and carrying tape recorders.

Small stalls run by individual vendors have sprung up like mushrooms after rain.

However, a sensational event occurred today in the old alleyway of Nanluoguxiang.

"drop!--"

A deep, resonant engine sound broke the afternoon tranquility of the alley.

A gleaming black Mercedes-Benz sedan with a three-pointed star emblem on the hood slowly drove into the narrow alleyway.

At the time, this was even rarer than the arrival of an alien spaceship.

"My goodness! A Mercedes!"

"Who is this big boss?"

The neighbors on the street stared in disbelief, quickly making way for the car, afraid of scratching the paint and not being able to afford the repairs.

The car stopped directly in front of the newly renovated Li family residence (formerly Hongxing Courtyard).

The driver, wearing white gloves, respectfully opened the rear door.

A foot in a high heel stepped out first.

Followed by.

A middle-aged woman wearing a light purple dress, with fashionable curly hair and a pearl necklace, came downstairs.

Although there are some signs of aging around her eyes.

But she has fair skin and an elegant and noble demeanor.

His every move exudes the aura of someone who has long held a high position.

"This is... Lou Xiao'e?"

The three middle-aged women sweeping the floor at the entrance rubbed their dim old eyes and exclaimed in disbelief.

After Yan Bugui died, her house was divided and sold by her children.

Now, at such an advanced age, I still have to sweep the streets.

"Auntie, it's been a long time! You're still in good health!"

Lou Xiao'e took off her sunglasses, revealing a polite yet aloof smile.

"My God! It really is Xiao'e! You...you've struck it rich!"

The three women looked at the Mercedes-Benz with such envy that they were practically drooling.

Immediately afterwards, another young man, around eighteen or nineteen years old, got off the bus.

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, had a tall and straight figure, and vaguely resembled Xu Damao in his features.

But their temperaments are worlds apart!

That confidence and refinement were cultivated in a privileged environment from childhood.

He was completely unlike Xu Damao, who was sleazy and calculating.

"Mom, is this the courtyard house you always talked about?"

The young man spoke, his standard Mandarin mixed with a slight Hong Kong accent.

His original name was Xu Xiao, and he was the son of Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e.

When they chose this name, Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e were considered a loving couple.

The husband and wife each used one character from their names.

But who would have thought that Xu Damao was a beast in human clothing!

In a fit of anger, Lou Xiao'e left with Xu Xiao and changed her name to Lou Xiao.

"Yes, son."

Lou Xiao'e looked at the familiar courtyard gate with a complicated expression.

"Here lies my mother's past, and also the home of her most respected friend in her life."

……

at the same time.

The main hall of the Li family.

Li Xuan, who had already received the call, didn't put on any airs.

Instead, he personally greeted them at the door.

"Sister Xiao'e, welcome home."

Li Xuan was dressed in a casual Zhongshan suit, with a gentle smile.

Despite being in his forties, he still looks incredibly dashing.

That calm and steady demeanor impressed even Lou Xiao'e, who had seen countless people.

"Li Xuan, it's been over ten years since we last met, hasn't it?"

Lou Xiao'e stepped forward and gave Li Xuan a generous hug, saying, "You're still the same as ever, you haven't changed at all."

"You too, you're even more radiant than before."

The two exchanged pleasantries and took their seats, and Hua Youlin personally served them the finest Da Hong Pao tea.

"This is my son, Lou Xiao."

Lou Xiao'e pointed to the boy beside her, "Xiao'er, call him Uncle Li."

"If it weren't for your Uncle Li's secret help back then, it's hard to say whether my daughter and I would have been able to go to Hong Kong."

"Hello Uncle Li! Hello Aunt Hua!" Lou Xiaobin bowed politely.

Looking at the child, Li Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

This child looks so much like Xu Damao.

Unfortunately, Xu Damao, who is still working on a sewing machine in prison, can only cry over his photograph for the rest of his life.

"Good boy."

Li Xuan took out an exquisite jade pendant and handed it to Lou Xiao, saying, "Nice to meet you, a small gift."

After exchanging pleasantries, the conversation turned to the main topic.

"Li Xuan, I came back this time not only to visit relatives, but also to investigate the market."

Lou Xiao'e picked up her teacup, her expression turning serious.

That aura of a powerful businesswoman was unmistakable.

"With the current favorable policies in China, I want to expand my business to the mainland. I'm optimistic about the pharmaceutical industry."

"We've known each other for a long time, so I won't beat around the bush with you."

Lou Xiao'e looked directly at Li Xuan and said, "I know you are the president of Hongxing Hospital and a leading figure in the field of traditional Chinese medicine."

"Those prescriptions you have are priceless treasures."

"I'd like to partner with you to build a modern Chinese medicine manufacturing plant!"

Li Xuan smiled slightly, not surprised.

"How will we cooperate?"

"I'll provide the money, you provide the technology."

Lou Xiao'e declared confidently, "The initial investment is five million Hong Kong dollars!"

"I handled everything: building the factory, buying equipment, and developing distribution channels."

"You only need to provide the formula and technical guidance."

"I know you are a public official and cannot engage in business, so we won't make things difficult for you."

"You invest as a 'technology consultant' and then sign a patent licensing agreement."

"I won't pay you a salary, I'll give you bonuses!"

"Alternatively, registering these shares under Youlin's or Yueyue's name would be perfectly legal and compliant."

Five million Hong Kong dollars!

In an era when even "ten-thousand-yuan households" are rare, this is absolutely an astronomical figure.

Li Xuan tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He had actually wanted to promote the improved traditional Chinese medicines in the system for a long time.

It's not just about making money, but also about bringing traditional Chinese medicine to the world and benefiting more people.

But he has never had the time or energy to engage in business operations.

Now, Lou Xiao'e has come knocking on our door; it's a match made in heaven.

"it is good."

Li Xuan nodded, his gaze intense. "However, I have two conditions."

"you say."

"First, I want to decide on the name of the pharmaceutical company."

Li Xuan said, "Secondly, the quality of medicines must be strictly controlled. Even if we earn less, we cannot tarnish the reputation of traditional Chinese medicine."

"No problem!" Lou Xiao'e readily agreed. "What do you want as your name?"

Li Xuan glanced at the vibrant crabapple tree outside the window and slowly uttered two words:

"Let's call it—Jishi."

"Jishi Chinese Medicine Manufacturing Factory"

"It also symbolizes practicing medicine to help the world and benefit all people!"

Lou Xiao'e paused for a moment, then a bright smile bloomed on her face, her eyes slightly red: "Okay! Let's call it Jishi!"

This is a powerful alliance that spans more than a decade and connects Hong Kong and the mainland.

One is a highly skilled and experienced doctor with a systematic approach.

One is a business queen with a fortune in her hands.

The birth of this pharmaceutical company is destined to create a huge upheaval in the future pharmaceutical market.

......

Before leaving.

Li Xuan saw the mother and son off at the door.

As they approached the car, Li Xuan asked casually, "Sister Xiao'e, is that person still serving his sentence in the West Suburbs Prison?"

"I heard it will be more than ten years before it comes out."

"Do you want to go take a look?"

That person, of course, refers to Xu Damao.

Lou Xiao'e stopped and turned to look at her son, Lou Xiao, beside her.

Lou Xiao looked blank, clearly unaware of the riddle her mother and Uncle Li were playing.

"No."

Lou Xiao'e tidied her wind-blown hair, her eyes cold as if she were talking to a stranger.

"What he wanted most in his life was a son."

"My son is right here, but I'm determined not to let him see him."

"Some people don't deserve to be fathers, much less to be remembered."

"Let him rot away in prison, clinging to his dream of becoming a billionaire."

After saying that, Lou Xiao'e got into the car.

The Mercedes started, kicking up a cloud of dust, and sped away...

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