Dad, don't be greedy! My brother climbed into the emperor's bed, and I became famous overn

Fang Henian remained aloof and cold, like an iceberg or a snow lotus.

A long, winding queue stretched as far as the eye could see in front of the consultation table.

There are all sorts of people in the team.

An elderly man with a worried face, a woman holding a child with a high fever, a man coughing uncontrollably, and a lame boy using crutches.

The news that Yitang was offering free medical consultations and medicines spread like wildfire throughout the entire southern part of the city in just half a month.

Today, the name "Pujitang" is no longer just the name of a pharmacy among ordinary people; it has become a Guanyin Temple that saves people from suffering.

"Oh dear, why are you going to see other doctors? Hurry up and go to the Yitang Hall in Powa Lane, there's a living bodhisattva there!"

"That's right! I heard that Pujitang's tangerine peel is a divine medicine brought down from heaven by the Bodhisattva! My uncle drank it for three days, and his decades-old cough and asthma subsided!"

Fang Henian sat behind the table, listening to the whispers in the group with a blank expression, his heart unmoved.

He reached out and took the pulse of an old woman in front of him.

He wrote the prescription with lightning speed and handed it to the waiter next to him.

"Scutellaria baicalensis 3 qian, Isatis indigotica 5 qian, Glycyrrhiza uralensis 2 qian. Decocted into two bowls, one bowl in the morning and one in the evening. Avoid raw and cold foods. Go to the side to get the medicine for free."

The old woman held the thin prescription, trembling with excitement, and pulled her son's hand, about to kneel down before Fang Henian.

"Thank you so much, doctor! Thank you so much, the living bodhisattva of Pujitang!"

After expressing her deepest gratitude, she was helped away by her son, still thanking him profusely.

"Next." Fang Henian didn't even lift his eyelids.

"Sit down. Hold out your hand."

From the beginning of Chen Shi (7-9 AM) to the end of Wu Shi (11-1 PM), he didn't even have time to drink water, and he had already seen a total of sixty-three people.

He has a steady hand and sharp eyes; he can write prescriptions quickly and accurately, and the medicine cures the disease instantly.

Once word-of-mouth spreads among the people, the influx of customers is like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable.

The free medical consultations were all free, and the medicinal herbs were purchased by the pharmacy with real money and given away for free.

Gu Mingyue's original intention was to make a huge loss by exploiting this bottomless pit.

But the problem is that as more and more people come to see a doctor...

The reputation of "Pujitang" has become increasingly legendary.

The more renowned the brand, the more those high-ranking officials and nobles believed in Pujitang's orange peel.

Sales were like oil being poured onto a hot fire, burning ever hotter and hotter.

As a result, the cold-faced but warm-hearted doctor in the charitable hall and the honest and simple shopkeeper in the pharmacy inexplicably became the best living men in Pujitang.

"Boss!"

Gong Huo rushed in from outside, panting, clutching a letter tightly in his hand, his face beaming with joy.

"The monthly report from the Orange Red Business Division was delivered urgently!"

Gu Mingyue's eyelids twitched; she sensed something was wrong.

She took the letter and opened it with trembling hands.

The letter was written by Yan Xiaoliu himself, with bold and unrestrained handwriting that exuded an irrepressible fervor.

The very first sentence sent Gu Mingyue's blood pressure soaring to the top of her head.

[Great news for the owner!! This month's tangerine peel production has exceeded 280,000 jin!! That's almost double what it was last month!!]

Gu Mingyue's vision went black, and she suddenly raised her hand and pinched her philtrum tightly.

Take a deep breath of yang energy.

I forced myself to calm down and continued reading with trembling hands.

We've heard that our orange peel is incredibly popular in Beijing, and the morale of the team in our business unit has soared to new heights!

Everyone expressed that their employer had treated them with immense kindness, and how could they not repay their employer with their utmost loyalty?

These days, nobody can sleep unless they're working overtime!

In their pursuit of perfection, each team set incredibly high standards for the processing techniques!

[Rest assured, boss, everyone in the business unit will live up to your expectations and work even harder!!]

Gu Mingyue slammed the letter on the table with a "thud".

I was completely dazed, as if my soul had left my body and was floating in mid-air.

Could it be... that I made a mistake in hiring the wrong people?

Is Yan Xiaoliu not actually a sales talent at all, but a once-in-a-millennium HR PUA master?!

He actually managed to brainwash a team of over a thousand people single-handedly, to the point of taking off and leaving afterimages?!

Gu Mingyue turned her head away, feeling utterly hopeless, and glanced at Master Lu, who was still frantically calculating on the abacus and flipping through account books.

"Mr. Lu."

Upon hearing the call, Lu Qinghe quickly put down his brush, stood up, and respectfully bowed.

"What are your orders, sir?"

"I'm going to give the guys a bonus."

Gu Mingyue said through gritted teeth, "Since we can't control production, we can only cut costs drastically!"

Lu Qinghe looked puzzled: "Master, it's neither a holiday nor a festival, and everyone is already receiving generous wages, why are you suddenly giving out bonuses?"

Gu Mingyue looked at this shrewd advisor, her expression becoming extremely serious.

"Mr. Lu, imagine if I treated you like a beast of burden, and all the grain you risked your life to bring back ended up in my pocket. I would be living a life of luxury, while you... would only have a handful of dry hay."

Are you willing to accept this?

Lu Qinghe: "..."

This question was so challenging that he didn't know how to answer it for a moment.

But... I'm really a little unwilling to accept it.

Gu Mingyue did not wait for Lu Qinghe to make the difficult choice between "being loyal to the Prince of Qi" and "accepting the reward money".

She turned her head and looked at the shadows in the corner.

He continued with great emotion, "Take another look at Yi Wu!"

"He followed us every day, through wind and rain, always holding a broken knife, like a wooden stake guarding endless loneliness and solitude."

"Just because our pharmacy is making a lot of money, does that mean he doesn't deserve a generous reward to soothe his wounded soul?"

Lonely and riddled with wounds, Yi Wu: "..."

His hand holding the knife trembled almost imperceptibly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Lu Qinghe hesitated for a long time before wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"The master is kind and benevolent. So, how much reward do you think is appropriate?"

A moment later, Gu Mingyue wrote a document that was worthy of being recorded in the history of the business world: the "Monthly Reward for the Distribution of Silver".

【Manager, ten taels of gold!】

[Manager, six taels of gold!]

[Organizer, four ounces of gold!]

[Ordinary workers, one tael of gold each!]

The clerks, Yi Wu, and Yi Shi are ranked according to the head steward. The ten guards are ranked according to the stewards.

Lu Qinghe's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he looked at the instruction.

Holding the abacus, he checked the roster three times, his hands trembling like a leaf.

It was finally decided that a total of 31,000 taels of silver would be distributed as a reward!

After deducting this huge sum, the remaining net profit for the month is 66,600 taels.

Gu Mingyue looked at the still huge balance in the ledger, her eyes filled with tears, her heart aching.

How come there are still so many?! o(╥﹏╥)o

After thinking for a moment, she suddenly slapped her thigh and came up with another brilliant idea to burn money.

"Mr. Lu! Tomorrow morning, immediately take some men to the Jingzhao Prefecture to pay the taxes!"

"Remember, serving our country is everyone's responsibility!"

"As conscientious merchants, Pujitang absolutely cannot evade taxes. We must pay taxes according to the highest standards and amounts stipulated in the Great Yong Law! I will hold you accountable for even a single copper coin short!"

If she makes money, surely she can hand it over to the national treasury?

……