Siheyuan: Occupy the Purchasing Department and make a fortune

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Okay."

"We are both in a confinement ward, so taking photos here is cheaper."

"One dollar a piece."

"Please take a few more photos."

When Yan Fugui heard that he was asked for money, he felt like someone was choking him.

"Hey, you want more money?"

Han Weimin said: "It's free, I pulled the film out myself."

"There's human feces sticking out of the toilet, and no one wants it, even if they don't charge money."

In fact, Han Weimin was wrong.

There are special people to collect the feces in the city, and you have to pay for it.

The manure is not dug out in vain.

In this era, the industrial base is very poor and not much fertilizer can be produced.

The farmland depends entirely on human and animal feces.

All the production teams rushed to the city to collect manure.

Yan Fugui was unhappy: "Xiao Han, why are you saying such harsh words?"

"The fishing method you taught us last time didn't work at all."

"I used your method, but it was worse than before. I couldn't catch any fish."

"You can use the one dollar I paid for a photo."

Han Weimin raised his eyebrows: "Uncle, what are you talking about?"

"Your son didn't get into college, so you're asking the school to refund his tuition?"

"That's because your son is not very smart."

"I've demonstrated it to you myself, and I always catch one right away."

"If you can't catch it, you can only blame your own poor understanding."

Upon hearing this, Yan Fugui was speechless and had no answer.

Han Weimin was too lazy to listen to his rambling and just walked away pushing his bicycle.

Arrived at the factory hospital.

There was already a long queue in front of the clinic door.

There were more than twenty people coming to see the doctor.

Han Weimin greeted each patient with a smile.

"Good morning, Doctor Han."

"Good morning, Doctor Han!"

......

Every patient was very enthusiastic.

Most of these patients were referred by others.

I know Han Weimin more or less.

Otherwise, no one would come here to see a doctor.

The first patient to come in was a young male.

As soon as he came in, he closed the door of the clinic mysteriously.

Han Weimin's eye twitched, knowing that this guy must be a low-brow.

The patient placed his hand on the pulse pillow and said to Han Weimin: "Doctor, please feel my pulse. Once you feel my pulse, you will know what is wrong with me."

"I won't tell you."

Han Weimin couldn't help but shook his head and laughed.

"Young man, do you have any misunderstandings about Chinese medicine?"

“Traditional Chinese medicine is based on observation, listening, questioning and palpation, and the four examinations are combined.”

"Taking the pulse comes last."

"Your oral statement is also very important."

"Some people have minor problems that may not show up on their pulse at all."

"But if you want to test me, I can give it a try."

As he spoke, Han Weimin placed three fingers on the young man's wrist.

Soon after putting it up, Han Weimin frowned.

The man's pulse was very weak and could only be felt by pressing hard.

This is called a slow pulse in traditional Chinese medicine.

The main cause is insufficient yang energy in the body.

And the radial pulse cannot be felt at all.

It can be seen that this man's kidney function is very weak.

Han Weimin put his fingers away and sighed, "Are you here to treat your sexual problems?"

The man's eyes lit up and he finally smiled.

"Yes Yes Yes."

"Mainly, it's hard to talk about this."

"That's why I asked you to feel my pulse."

"Don't blame me, Doctor Han."

Han Weimin smiled. This man was quite elegant and his words were not as simple and direct as those of ordinary workers.

"Stick out your tongue and see."

The man followed his instructions and stuck out his tongue.

I saw that the tip of the man's tongue was very red, and his tongue was also red, without any tongue coating.

Han Weimin couldn't help but sigh.

A red tip of the tongue indicates excessive heart fire.

In addition, a red tongue without coating indicates kidney yin deficiency.

In other words, having sex too frequently can lead to severe deficiency of kidney yin.

It's what ordinary people call a hollowed-out body.

Han Weimin looked up at the man and said, "What do you do, brother?"

The man smiled and adjusted his glasses: "I'm from our factory library, the book keeper."

Han Weimin was stunned.

Does Red Star Steel Rolling Mill have a library?

The factory is so big that it has all kinds of departments.

Han Weimin continued: "Oh, so that's it."

"Do you have any of those...couple books?"

The man's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Hey, Doctor Han is also interested in this?"

"That's great."

"These books were all confiscated from the homes of those in the five categories."

“That’s really all-encompassing.”

"But the books on that subject are all in the warehouse and cannot be shown to the workers."

"If Doctor Han wants to see it, I can get some for you."

"They are all erotic images from every dynasty."

Han Weimin's eyes twitched.

It seems that the cause of this patient's illness has been found.

Han Weimin said: "That's not what I meant."

"I mean, you've read those books, so just read them, but don't do it."

The young man looked embarrassed.

“Hahaha, so that’s how it is.”

Han Weimin picked up the prescription and began to write the prescription quickly.

soon.

He wrote out a prescription for Baizi Yangxin Decoction.

"Use this prescription to heal your heart first."

"When your heart is healed, the tip of your tongue will no longer be red."

"I'll give you some kidney supplements."

"Now that you are replenishing your kidneys, your evil fire will become even stronger."

The young man smiled awkwardly, nodded and said, "Yes, yes, Doctor Han is right."

Han Weimin asked the young man, "What's your name?"

Young man: "Funk."

Han Weimin wrote his name on the prescription, then signed his name before handing the prescription to him.

As soon as the young man got the prescription, the system's voice sounded in Han Weimin's head.

"Ding, the host heals the patient and gains 25 merit points."

Then he said to the patient, "Those books of yours are all ancient books, right?"

Feng Ke nodded: "Yes, they are all from the Song Dynasty onwards."

“The Yuan Dynasty has the most.”

“There were quite a few during the Ming and Qing dynasties.”

Han Weimin said: "I would like to buy some ancient books."

"If these books are for sale, could you give me some?"

Feng Ke immediately gave Han Weimin a sly smile: "Hey, Doctor Han, I understand."

"These books, in principle, should be burned."

"Most of them were kept by me secretly."

"If you want it, I can give you some."

"As for the price, it's 50 cents per copy."

Han Weimin stared.

These ancient books are only 50 cents each?

Wow, what a bargain I got.

Although these books may seem unserious to ordinary people, there are many collectors who like them.

Later, it appeared frequently at auctions in Hong Kong and overseas.

And they all fetched high prices.

Seeing Han Weimin glaring, Feng Ke thought that his offer was too high.

"How about Sanmao?"

"Please make a price."

"As much as you say."

"I'll be thankful if you don't tell anyone."

Feng Ke didn't expect that the doctor could find so many problems when he came out for a checkup.

He also patiently persuaded me to reveal the secret.

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Not high, fifty cents is fifty cents."

"How many do you have?"

Feng Ke said: "There are 54 books in total."

"I've counted them all."

"30 large atlases."

"Scroll 10."

“24 small atlases.”

Feng Ke knows them all.

Han Weimin asked: "How much can you sell it to me?"

Feng Ke said: "I will just leave ten small picture albums."

"It's just a thought."

"Didn't you say that watching these things is bad for your health?"

"I won't watch it either."

“The rest can be sold to you.”

Han Weimin was very happy.

"Okay."

"That's it. I'm going to the library after work. Wait for me."

Feng Ke nodded: "I will take you directly to the warehouse when the time comes."

“They’re all hidden inside.”

Han Weimin was happy after seeing Feng Ke off.

So many ancient calligraphy and paintings could be auctioned for hundreds of millions in the future.

Then, Han Weimin continued to see patients.

He is quick to accept advice and treat patients quickly.

In less than two hours, all the patients waiting in line outside had received prescriptions.

By the time of dinner approached, Han Weimin had already earned a total of 875 merit points.

“The merit is increasing faster and faster.”

"What a joy."

When it was time for lunch, Wu Fang brought her lunch box and waited for Han Weimin outside his clinic.

Han Weimin stood up and talked and laughed with Wu Fang, and they went to the cafeteria together.

When he arrived at the cafeteria, Han Weimin saw that it was Sha Zhu's apprentice Ma Hua who was serving food to everyone.

On the other side is the female kitchen helper Liu Lan.

When it was Han Weimin's turn, Ma Hua smiled and said, "Doctor Han, we have pig intestines today. Would you like to order one?"

Han Weimin smiled and said, "Okay."

“This stuff smells really good.”

"Satisfy your appetite."

"I'll give you one serving of pork intestines, some vermicelli and bean sprouts."

Ma Hua smiled and said, "Okay."

“Pork is in short supply recently.”

"Meat dishes can only be replaced with offal."

Han Weimin nodded.

I encountered this problem last time I went shopping.

You have to queue up everywhere to buy pork.

Han Weimin asked: "Ma Hua, where is Sha Zhu?"

"Why didn't he come to serve the food?"

Ma Hua smiled and said, "My master is doing some special cooking."

"The new factory director is here today, and the factory leaders are treating us to a meal."

Han Weimin nodded.

Ma Hua scooped a big spoonful of pig intestines for Han Weimin, and added two more ingredients before handing the lunch box to Han Weimin.

"Doctor Han, please eat."

Han Weimin nodded and smiled.

This Ma Hua is quite on the right track.

I can teach Ma Hua some cooking skills in the future.

He is a senior chef recognized by the system.

In the secular world, it is definitely at the master level.

After ordering two more large white steamed buns, Han Weimin took the lunch box, found an empty table, and began to eat with relish.

Soon, Wu Fang also prepared the dishes and came to Han Weimin.

She only ordered two vegetarian dishes.

The main reason is that Wu Fang likes cleanliness and can't stand the fishy smell of large intestine.

After meal.

Han Weimin was wandering around the factory.

In the distance, I saw several young workers surrounding Yi Zhonghai and complimenting him.

Each master was calling him something.

Yi Zhonghai really enjoys the feeling of being sought after.

But on the surface he appears to be very humble.

Obviously, what happened with Jia Zhang last night did not affect Yi Zhonghai's mood at all.

The incident mainly took place in Siheyuan and had no impact on his career.

Seeing Han Weimin walking by, Yi Zhonghai quickly lowered his head.

Han Weimin has a photo of him and Jia Zhang.

Now he is very cautious about his relationship with Han Weimin.

Don't dare to anger the other party.

Han Weimin heard Yi Zhonghai's disciples shouting about some moral model selection and how their master would definitely be selected as a moral model.

Han Weimin wondered in his heart, is the factory going to hold a selection event for moral models?

Is Yi Zhonghai, the Lord of Morality, going to directly confirm this title here?

I wonder if Yi Zhonghai will vomit blood on the spot when I give him a thundering blow with a few photos at the end?

Thinking of this, Han Weimin couldn't help but smile.

After wandering around for a while, Han Weimin had almost consumed all the food in his stomach, so he wandered to the factory hospital.

After an afternoon of treatment, Han Weimin gained another 560 merit points.

When it was time to get off work, Han Weimin took off his white coat, pushed his bicycle, and headed towards the factory library.

Since he had never been to this place, Han Weimin asked two co-workers on the way.

Everything went smoothly and Han Weimin arrived at the steel rolling mill library.

Feng Ke was already waiting at the door.

The two men looked at each other and smiled.

"Doctor Han, that's fast enough."

Han Weimin smiled. After parking his bicycle, he followed Feng Ke into the library.

The two walked through a large reading room that looked like a classroom, and then entered the warehouse where the books were stored.

Funk pulled a sack out of a gap.

He smiled mysteriously, "It's all in here."

Han Weimin also rubbed his hands, feeling somewhat expectant.

After a moment, the bag opened.

A detailed atlas appeared in front of Han Weimin.

He saw many books with damaged edges.

And there is a dividing line between the old and the new.

"Some of the books were originally covered with gold edges," Funk explained.

"It's just that the gold edge has been pried away by someone a long time ago."

Han Weimin nodded, feeling a little regretful.

The removal of the gold edges is obviously a major damage to these antiquities.

He took out a large atlas, opened it and looked at it.

"not bad."

Han Weimin commented.

Feng Ke laughed and said, "These are all top-quality products!"

Han Weimin smiled and said, "I can only say that you are still too shallow."

Feng Ke's eyes twitched. It seemed that Doctor Han was the master.

Han Weimin asked about the price again.

After all, these atlases are of different sizes and some are scroll paintings.

Feng Ke said: "Hey, I don't know anything about this."

"Doctor Han, let's all follow Sanmao."

Feng Ke was still worried that Han Weimin would expose him, so he dared not offer a high price.

Han Weimin smiled and didn't give him any more money.

He was worried that if he raised the price, Feng Ke would feel uneasy.

He is willing to share the worries of others.

"Okay, three cents is three cents."

"You pick out ten books, and I'll take the rest."

Feng Ke nodded and quickly took out ten books that he liked from the small album.

They are all slim and have strange postures.

There are 44 books left in total.

"Each book is 13 cents, so I should give you 2 yuan."

Feng Ke nodded: "That's right."

In his opinion, he was selling scrap.

Anyway, the organization asked him to destroy it.

It's like making use of waste.

Han Weimin took out thirteen one-dollar bills from his pocket and gave two one-cent bills.

Feng Ke was very excited holding the money.

His monthly salary is only 24 yuan.

Now I suddenly have half a month's salary extra.

Han Weimin carried out the big bag.

Feng Ke said: "Doctor Han, please go through the back door."

"few people."

Han Weimin nodded.

Under Feng Ke's guidance, Han Weimin went out through another remote gate.

As soon as he was out of Feng Ke's sight, Han Weimin suddenly had an idea and put all the calligraphy and painting works into Linglong Fudi.

Then, Han Weimin rode his bicycle leisurely to Nanluoguxiang.

evening.

The courtyard seems particularly quiet.

Everyone knows that Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang will be tried soon.

It's casual, with suppressed excitement, full of expectations, and uneasy anxiety.