"Haha, okay!" Mr. Wu chuckled, then took out forty dollars and handed it to Ding Changsheng.
"For a medicine, first soak it in water overnight, then boil three bowls of water into one bowl. After the medicinal liquid comes out, add more water and continue to cook, or boil three bowls of water into one bowl. Do this three times, and mix the three bowls of medicinal liquid together.
Divide it into three meals and take it after meals." Ding Changsheng put away the money and told Mr. Wu the doctor's instructions.
"bite!
Experience +10”
Ding Changsheng did not bother with the system, but looked at Mr. Wu's grandson and said casually: "In the future, don't take those little blue pills. This kind of little pill that improves mood must be the most effective one from our traditional Chinese medicine.
Our traditional Chinese medicine pills can not only boost your mood, but also nourish your body and make up for your losses.
The disadvantage is that the price is a bit higher.”
"Do you have those little pills here too?" Mr. Wu's grandson's eyes lit up and he asked quickly.
"As I said, Changshengtang is a century-old brand.
Let me tell you, this kind of small pill that does not harm the body can only be found in a century-old store like mine." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
"You are evil and want to take pills. I tell you, for these three months, you don't go anywhere, just stay at home with me.
If you dare to go out, see if I don't break your legs." Mr. Wu directly grabbed his grandson's ears and left the Changsheng Hall.
Watching his grandfather and grandson leave, Ding Changsheng admitted that his judgment had been hasty. This was not a contradiction caused by the generation gap.
Mr. Wu was completely angry at the prodigal son in his family.
It can be heard from Mr. Wu's words that this grandson is an only child, and I don't know how he got used to it.
Before the age of thirty, he exhausted his kidneys by tossing himself. This is also a great man.
However, this does not concern Ding Changsheng.
Now it’s time to open the blind box again.
Ding Changsheng rubbed his hands, and a ball of clear air exploded in front of his eyes, turning into four balls of light.
This belongs to Mr. Wu's grandson.
Ding Changsheng unceremoniously chose life span.
Although he is still young, who will live longer on his own first?
The light group representing life span exploded, and a six-character figure appeared in front of Ding Changsheng's eyes, and then sank into his body, and then there was no more.
Ding Changsheng knew secretly that these six characters represented six months of life.
This grandson is really an old man.
Damn it, this evil doctor system doesn’t even have a character panel.
It doesn't feel exciting at all.
Then, Ding Changsheng rubbed his hands again.
Another ball of clear air exploded, turning into four light groups representing treasure, lifespan, luck, and opportunity.
Mr. Wu is an old friend of his second grandfather and his first customer after inheriting the old pharmacy.
Ding Changsheng thought and randomly selected the treasure.
The light group exploded, and an object appeared in the system space.
Is this a handkerchief?
Is this Mr. Wu’s treasure actually a scroll of painting, or is it a painting made of silk?
Ding Changsheng took out the silk painting and looked at it with some disgust.
Huh?
This silk painting is quite interesting!
The embroidered pictures of mountains and rivers above are quite realistic!
The embroidery work is good, and the material feels very textured, but it is just a silk painting. How much can this thing cost?
Ding Changsheng felt disgusted for a while, and was just about to put it away when a voice suddenly came, "Don't move, show me!"
"Hey, Mr. Pan is here?" Ding Changsheng was startled. He looked up at the speaker and greeted him with a smile.
I secretly blamed myself for not taking it out to play with directly in the store. I must pay attention to it in the future.
"Changshengzi, where did your tapestry painting come from?" Mr. Pan asked excitedly.
"This! I got it from the flea market. Do you think this is a tapestry painting?"
"you do not know?"
"Only then did I realize that I bought it just because I saw the pictures of mountains and rivers on this handkerchief. The embroidery was very beautiful and lifelike."
"What handkerchief, you ignorant person? This is a tapestry painting, "The Map of the Country and the Country" by Emperor Kangxi. This thing is a national treasure." Mr. Pan explained with a look of disgust.
"Mr. Pan, I am studying medicine. If I spend all my energy on antiques, that would be called not doing my job properly!" Ding Changsheng touched his nose and whispered back.
It seems that today’s small goal has been accomplished?
No matter what it is, as long as it is called a national treasure, then a small goal is to lay the foundation.
"Mr. Pan, do you think this tapestry is very valuable?"
"Is it worth it? Let me tell you this. In the past, there was a saying that every inch of tapestry is worth gold.
How precious is Kesi? Let me give you an example. Not to mention the princes and ministers outside, even the concubines in the palace will be happy for a long time if they have a Kesi handkerchief or a Kesi fan.
This stuff was used to make dragon robes for the emperor.
Kesi paintings are even more valuable than national treasures, such as "Breasting Duck in a Lotus Pond" weaved by the famous Kesi master Zhu Kerou of the Southern Song Dynasty, "Plum Magpie" weaved by Kesi master Shen Zifan, and "Clear Blue Landscape" each
Each piece is a treasure of the museum.
Your painting is a tapestry weaving painting from the Kangxi period. It is as famous as the "Three Stars Picture" and "The Eight Immortals Celebrating Birthday Picture". It is one of the three treasures presented to Emperor Kangxi by the Suzhou Weaving Bureau." Mr. Pan said to Ding with excitement.
Changsheng explained.
Ding Changsheng has determined that this Mr. Pan is a slave and a licker.
"Old Changsheng, this thing is a waste in your hands. Give it to me!"
"Mr. Pan, you just said that this is a national treasure. If it is given to you, how many small goals do you plan to set?" Ding Changsheng asked tentatively.
"Uh!" Mr. Pan was choked by Ding Changsheng's words. He really couldn't afford a few small goals.
Although his total assets exceed dozens of small targets, they are fixed assets, not working capital.
However, no one else is to blame for this matter. Who made him miss the mark just now?
"Mr. Pan, don't think about it. Since this thing is a national treasure, there is no way I can give it to you."
"What's the meaning?"
"Unless you change your nationality to Chinese now, it is impossible to sell this thing to you.
Although the boy is also a stranger in a foreign land, his heart is still red.
Therefore, this thing is only sold to the Chinese." Ding Changsheng said seriously.
Although he has a very evil system, he himself is still a very upright person, a successor who has received decades of socialist education.
"Changshengzi, well said! Although we are strangers in a foreign land, our hearts are red!
Bravo!
Based on your words, if you are in Wujie from now on, tell me my name!" Mr. Pan patted Ding Changsheng's shoulder appreciatively and said with a smile.
"Do you want me to help you contact the buyer?" Finally, Mr. Pan asked with a smile.
"Don't bother Mr. Pan. My dad, Ma Mo, and Mr. Niu are friends. If I let them know that I don't sell good things to them but sell them to outsiders, they will definitely be scolded." Ding Changsheng said with a smile.
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This Mr. Pan is more awesome than Mr. Yang and Mr. Wu before him.
Mr. Yang is engaged in antiques, calligraphy and painting, and has an antique shop in Wu Street.
Mr. Wu said before that he runs a tailor shop, and 70% to 80% of the Tang suits in Chinatown are made by Mr. Wu.
And this Mr. Pan is in the jewelry and jade business.
There are five jewelry stores in Chinatown, and it is said that there are dozens of jewelry stores in the United States owned by Mr. Pan.
It is said that he opened an jade mine in Myanmar in his early years. Later, when he got older, he handed over the business to his children and grandchildren and came to the United States to retire.
In a word, this Mr. Pan is the master of both black and white.
The most important thing is that this person is also his old customer.
Ding Changsheng likes this kind of rich old customers the most. It is because there are so many old customers that it becomes easy for him to achieve a small goal a day.
"Mr. Pan, you're not here today to help me identify the national treasure, are you?" Ding Changsheng changed the subject back.
"I almost forgot why I came here today because you made such a fuss about this tapestry painting." Mr. Pan patted his forehead and said with a smile.
"I've been feeling a little uncomfortable in my legs lately, and you're helping me with acupuncture." Mr. Pan then revealed the reason for his visit.
Mr. Pan's leg was injured when he was young. The treatment was not timely, and cold evil entered the body, leaving the root of the disease.
Although later, when it became more developed, Western and Chinese medicine practitioners at home and abroad tried many methods to treat it, but the meridians were damaged at that time and it was difficult to eradicate it.
I can only come to Changshengtang for acupuncture every once in a while to get some relief.
Even with acupuncture, not everyone can achieve relief.
Otherwise, with Mr. Pan's worth and the fact that he has many private doctors around him, there is no need to go to an old drugstore for treatment.
In the past, when Ding Changsheng's second grandfather was still alive, it was his second grandfather who performed acupuncture on him. Later, when Ding Changsheng came, it was replaced by Ding Changsheng.
"Mr. Pan, go to the back room!" Ding Changsheng invited Mr. Pan into the physical therapy room in the back room.
"Chang Shengzi, what do you think about what I told you?
Become my personal doctor and I will give you a manor. In addition, the salary of half a million US dollars per month is not more than what you make by opening this store? And it is also leisurely." Mr. Pan took off his pants while talking to Ding Changsheng.
A matter of solicitation.
Ever since Ding Changsheng gave Mr. Pan his first acupuncture treatment, Mr. Pan wanted to hire him as his personal doctor, and the conditions he prescribed became more and more attractive each time.
"Mr. Pan, I'm sorry!
I still like to stay in Changsheng Hall, I feel peaceful here." Ding Changsheng refused without thinking.
Is half a million a month a lot?
I will tell you, I have a small goal a day?
"You! Your character and temper are exactly the same as your second grandfather's. Even the excuses for rejecting me are the same." Mr. Pan shook his head with a smile, and then lay down on the physiotherapy bed.
"Mr. Pan, my store is not far from your manor. Please take a few steps to exercise." Ding Changsheng took out the acupuncture bag and spread it on the physiotherapy bed.
He took out another piece of alcohol cotton, disinfected it, and quickly inserted it into various acupuncture points on Mr. Pan's back and legs.
After a while, Mr. Pan's back, buttocks, and legs were covered with silver needles.
Then, Ding Changsheng quickly brushed the silver needle with his hands, twisting it, shaking it, or flicking it.
After a set of movements, Ding Changsheng's forehead started to sweat.
It can be seen that this set of acupuncture is not as simple as it seems.
Many people know about this set of Zhoutian Acupuncture, but only a handful of people can actually use it and achieve real results.
Ding Changsheng wouldn't dare to use it easily if he didn't have the system nearby.
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