Chapter 53 The Black-hearted Drug Dealer
Chenjiacun is nearly two hundred kilometers away from Haicheng.
Cheng Ming drove for nearly three hours and arrived at Chenjiacun around two o'clock in the afternoon.
The sun is very big.
The village was quiet in the afternoon, with almost no people walking around.
Occasionally, I saw one or two children. The children looked at the man and woman who came to this small mountain village with strange eyes.
Most of the houses in the village have their doors closed, and most of them look like they have not been inhabited for a long time.
“Why are there so few people here?” Guan Jing said.
“In this era, many people go to the city to work. Many people go to the city to work and buy houses in the city and never come back. Naturally, there are fewer people in the countryside.”
The two sides While chatting, he followed the recorded address and found the herb collector's house.
This is a one-story self-built house with no decoration. The red bricks and stones are exposed. There are many shelves in the yard. These shelves should be used to dry medicinal materials, but there is nothing on the shelves now.
You can smell a medicinal fragrance when you get close.
The courtyard door was not closed. Cheng Ming and Guan Jing walked in and knocked on the door.
After a while, the door opened, and a dark-skinned face appeared in the eyes of Cheng Ming and the two of them.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I run a pharmaceutical factory. Are you Chen Hui?"
Chen Hui is the name of the medicine collector.
The man nodded.
"I have something to ask you, can we talk?" Cheng Ming asked.
"Then come in."
Chen Hui opened the door. The small living room was still filled with all kinds of debris. There was only a small corner where people could move. There was a small coffee table and a few stools.
This self-built house is not big, except for the living room in the middle and the stairs behind it. There are two doors on the right side of the entrance, which are closed.
Cheng Ming, Guan Jing and Chen Hui sat down in front of the coffee table. Chen Hui poured two glasses of water from a disposable cup.
"Boss, what do you want?" Chen Hui asked.
"I came to you mainly because I want you to help me go into the mountains to collect herbs." Cheng Mingdao, "I recently need two wild medicinal materials, Shanxinmu and Wanjinvine."
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After hearing what Cheng Ming said, Chen Hui was stunned for a moment.
"Boss, I am no longer collecting herbs."
Cheng Ming was surprised: "Why?"
Speaking of this, Chen Hui sighed: “The income from collecting herbs is too low to support my family.”
Can’t support my family?
Cheng Ming was a little surprised. As far as he knew, medicinal materials such as mountain heartwood cost hundreds of yuan per catty. If he could find four or five kilograms of mountain heartwood during a trip to the mountains, he could get a small amount of four to five hundred yuan.
Rounding up to more than 10,000 yuan a month, how could you not be able to support your family?
At this time, painful groans came from the door next to the living room.
“Come on, come on!”
Chen Hui said and ran towards the room. After a while, he helped an old woman in her sixties or seventies out.
The old woman's face looked bloodless and skinny. Chen Hui helped her sit down on a chair aside, and then helped her squeeze her calves and joints.
"This is my mother." Chen Hui said while taking care of her.
Cheng Ming and Guan Jing said hello to the old woman.
"I'm sorry, but I'm asking you to talk about something." Mother Chen said.
Cheng Ming and the two quickly expressed that they were fine.
After a while, Chen's mother's condition seemed to ease a little, and Chen Hui sat down again.
"Boss, I'm afraid your trip will be in vain. I really don't want the medicine collector anymore."
"You have also seen that my mother has leukemia. The income is not enough for my mother to see a doctor, let alone the family. There are also children, tuition fees, and living expenses." "Look, I have packed my luggage and am planning to go south to Haicheng to find a job at a construction site today."
Chen Hui pointed to the side. Sure enough, there was a big suitcase there.
At this time, Mrs. Chen seemed to have bone pain again and started to groan.
Chen Hui quickly squatted over and massaged her joints. She would feel better if he usually massaged her like this.
But I don’t know what happened today.
She had been hurting for a long time, but she still showed no sign of improvement, and Chen Hui was sweating on his forehead.
Cheng Ming sighed secretly, took out a medicine bottle from his bag, poured out a pill and handed it to Chen Hui.
"Give her this medicine."
Chen Hui glanced at Cheng Ming in surprise, a little hesitant.
After all, Cheng Ming was just a stranger to him, but seeing his mother's pain grow louder and louder, he gritted his teeth and gave his mother the pills to take.
Less than ten minutes later, Chen’s mother’s symptoms were greatly relieved and she no longer hummed.
Chen Hui asked in surprise: "Thank you very much, boss, why did you bring Greiwei with you?"
Cheng Ming was stunned.
It seems that Chen Hui mistook his pills for Gleiguard, and Cheng Ming did not intend to explain.
Guan Jing next to her was very surprised.
The pill just now smelled of medicine. Having grown up in a pharmacy, she knew very well that it was a Chinese patent medicine.
It’s not Gleiwei.
What surprised her was that in addition to having pills to suppress liver cancer, Cheng Ming could now make pills to treat leukemia. How did he do it?
This man has a secret!
“Boss, you have also seen that my mother takes a bottle of Glivet every month. A bottle of Glevec costs more than 20,000 yuan. Even with medical insurance, it costs 4,000 to 5,000 yuan a month. , the income of herbal collectors is simply not enough." Chen Hui smiled bitterly.
Cheng Ming paused for a moment and asked: "Master Chen, who did you sell the medicines you collected in the past?"
"Every half month a boss will come to Chenjiacun Collecting medicine, the boss’s surname seems to be Song.”
"How much does he give you?"
"It depends on the variety. Some rare medicinal materials are expensive, costing dozens of yuan per catty, while others cost less than a few yuan per catty. Sometimes they go into the mountains for a whole I can't even raise two hundred yuan."
"How much does he give you for a pound of these two medicinal materials, Shanxinmu and Wanjinteng?" Cheng Ming asked.
Chen Hui thought for a while and said: "He doesn't charge a lot of these two medicines. The mountain heartwood will give you twelve yuan a pound, and the ten thousand gold vine will give you thirty."
Cheng Mingyi Stunned.
Twelve dollars? Thirty yuan?
It’s really dark enough.
He remembered that the pharmaceutical factory originally purchased mountain heartwood for one hundred and fifty yuan per catty, and ten thousand gold vines for five hundred yuan!
The price difference is more than ten times!
What kind of conscientious capitalist is that person named Song?
The Chinese medicines on the market are sold by the gram. The cheaper ones cost one or two cents per gram, and the expensive ones cost more than ten yuan per gram. The cheapest Chinese medicine may cost one to two hundred yuan per kilogram. The more expensive ones cost directly. thousand!
Not to mention wild medicinal materials!
The same kind of medicinal materials, sometimes the wild ones are dozens of times more expensive than the cultivated ones!
Nowadays, drug dealers only give more than ten or dozens of yuan per catty when collecting medicine!
This drug dealer is born!
"Master Chen, my factory needs a lot of wild medicinal materials, like the mountain heartwood just mentioned. The pharmaceutical factory charges one hundred and fifty yuan per catty."
"Other medicinal materials are better than yours." It’s more than ten times more expensive.”
“How about supplying the medicine you collect from now on to our pharmaceutical factory?”
Cheng Ming said seriously.
"More, how much?" Chen Hui seemed not to hear clearly at first, or thought he heard wrongly.
Cheng Ming repeated the price.
Chen Hui was so shocked that he was speechless.
At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind: So the medicine I picked is so valuable?
(End of this chapter)