Chapter 52 The inheritance of traditional Chinese medicine has generations
"5 million!!!"
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao suddenly held each other's hands tightly, feeling as excited as winning a lottery ticket.
Poor two children from poor families, they have never heard of so much money in their lives.
Lin Musen said calmly:
"Why are you excited? You still have to pay taxes for 5 million yuan. If you want to charge the account of our traditional Chinese medicine clinic, you have to pay business tax, urban construction tax, education surcharge, local education surcharge, in addition to personal income tax, and the amount exceeding 100,000 yuan has to be paid 35% tax, how much is left of 5 million?”
Lin Sanqi's heart was bleeding, these were all red tickets, eh, all money.
No wonder so many celebrities are evading taxes, such as Bing and Lun, this is also...
This is too much!
Paying taxes is the obligation of every citizen. Tax evasion is illegal. We must be conscious and proud as taxpayers! The more taxes you pay, the more glorious you are. (The dog head saves life!)
Lin Musen looked at his son and daughter with excited faces, and felt quite sad in his heart. As a parent, who doesn't want to give their children the best material conditions?
"Okay, okay, our family suddenly has a little money now. Dad is going to grant you a wish. Tell me, what do you want to buy?"
Lin Bingqiao was the first to raise her hand:
"Dad, my brother promised to buy me the latest model of a far-reaching smartphone. Can I make this request?"
Lin Musen laughed:
"Buy, not only you, but also our family of 4, each of us has a far superior laptop, the latest model. Dad will also buy you an additional latest laptop computer!"
"Wow, Lao Dou is the best, I love Lao Dou the most~~~"
Lin Sanqi pouted at the side, thinking that women who can act coquettishly are the best.
Lin Musen looked at his son again: "Qizai, what do you want?"
Lin Sanqi shook his head: "I don't have anything to spend, I can arrange how to spend the money."
Lin Musen looked around and had an idea:
"I plan to divide this money in half. Qizai, you take 1 million, and you can decide what you want to buy later. Do you understand what I mean?"
Lin Sanqi understood in seconds that if he wanted to travel back to 1959, he would definitely need to prepare a lot of supplies, and he must have active funds in hand to purchase at any time.
"Besides, with the remaining money, I want to renovate our home. The current decoration is what your grandma and I got married. More than 20 years have passed and it has long been out of date. Now that we have money, we have to enjoy it, right? .”
Lin Sanqi and Lin Bingqiao nodded like a kowtow machine.
Decorating your home well is not only a matter of appearance, but also a matter of appearance. A comfortable living environment depends on the magic of money.
Lin Musen thought again:
"It's a pity that I don't have enough money after paying taxes, otherwise I would like to renovate my traditional Chinese medicine clinic. This is an industry left by our ancestors. Even if traditional Chinese medicine is in a downturn now, I want to keep this family business. Of course, if any of you are willing, I am also very happy to inherit the ancestral legacy." Lin Bingqiao quickly shrank her head: "I am not interested in Chinese medicine, give it to classmate Lin Sanqi, he is the son who will inherit the throne."
Lin Musen looked at his son expectantly:
"Qizai, your parents there are famous Chinese medicine doctors, and you will come into contact with more Chinese medicine doctors after you work in the future, and those old Chinese medicine doctors are all national experts. How about you learn more?"
Lin Bingqiao was immersed in the joy of the fruit machine and didn't hear what her father and brother were talking about.
Lin Sanqi scratched his head after hearing this,
"Being a doctor of Chinese medicine? Dad, you see, you opened a Chinese medicine clinic. It's just a lonely business. In addition to the old neighbors, how many young people are coming to the Chinese medicine clinic for treatment? Without patients, you can't make money, like Pingle The Western medicine clinic in the village is full of infusion patients every day, so I am getting rich.”
Lin Musen almost slapped this unfilial son to death:
"You, I can only say that you are ignorant. Who told you that traditional Chinese medicine does not make money? Do you know how much annual revenue the Ruijun Tang, the largest traditional Chinese medicine clinic in Hong Kong, has? They have opened up all the industrial chains of traditional Chinese medicine and Chinese medicine, and their annual profits are at least At 3 billion Hong Kong dollars.
The key is not only to make money, but also to have connections. Mr. Ye Shengrui, the chief doctor of Ruijun Hall, from the chief executive to the four major families to ordinary people in the market, who wouldn't want to give him some short shrift? It can be said that he is a completely detached divine figure. ”
Lin Sanqi was shocked when he heard this:
"Is it true? A traditional Chinese medicine clinic has a profit of more than 3 billion a year? Then why do you need a bicycle? The profits of ordinary Western medicine hospitals may not be so high."
Lin Musen gave another example:
"Don't talk about it far, let's just say that before liberation, Mr. Shi Jinmo Shi, one of the four famous doctors in Peking, lived in his home. Do you know how rich he was? His big house alone had 99 rooms. Think about it. This scale is comparable to Prince Gong’s Mansion.”
Lin Bingqiao was shocked when she heard:
"99 rooms, one-tenth of the Forbidden City? Darling, how can Mr. Shi sleep here? How many concubines can he marry to fill this big house?"
Lin Sanqi listened thoughtfully.
After the liberation, all the famous old Chinese medicine practitioners in Peiping City worked in Kuanjie Traditional Chinese Medicine Hospital. I don’t know which one is Mr. Shi Jinmo Shi, let alone whether the 99 rooms in his house are still there? You should visit it if you have a chance.
Lin Musen suddenly thought of something and looked at his son with shining eyes:
"Qizai, this old Mr. Shi only passed away in 1969. Calculating the time, there is a high probability that he was working at the Capital Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine in 1959. You should hurry up and look for him. If you can become a disciple of Mr. Shi, then Our ancestral graves are really going to emit smoke.”
Lin Sanqi grimaced:
"Dad, learning Chinese medicine is too hard and tiring. After studying Western medicine for 5 years, I was so tired that I vomited blood. Learning Chinese medicine again is really hard. As a human being, happiness is the most important thing. Why is it necessary to be so tired? What kind of ancestral inheritance , national treasure, listen, is this something that our contemporary young people can afford?”
If these words were heard by other Chinese medicine practitioners, they would definitely be struck by thunder from the sky and kill this guy who didn’t know how to cherish them.
The 1950s, plus the early 1960s, were the years when the last batch of "big national players" emerged in large numbers in China. After passing through this village, this shop disappeared. There is actually a generational inheritance in the middle.
During this period, every old Chinese medicine practitioner had his or her own unique secrets, and the prescriptions they secretly stored were completely treasures of Chinese medicine.
Now that Lin Sanqi has such a good opportunity, he can enter the Treasure Mountain without knowing it, see the real Buddha without bowing down.
(End of chapter)