Put the big bags of small packages brought by Lin Congwu and his wife from Shanghai into the car. They turned around and got in the car and went home for some days. Lin Congwu and his wife tanned a little, but they were all very energetic and tired at long distances. When Wang Yumei saw Lin Ziwen, she even praised her son for being taller. After getting on the car, she began to praise the wealth of the people in big cities. Lin Congwu had been to Shanghai before, so she didn't talk as much as her wife, but she still sighed about the days when rich people went out. In the past, when he went out for public expenses, he always tried every means to save money. Save a little from the daily business trip subsidy, and even if he brought home income, he went to Shanghai for the first time in so many years.

Liu Houer had not returned with his husband and he had completely become a mobile office of the beauty salon. The house in Shanghai had been purchased. The procedures and licenses could be completed in the next few days. Yang Lin had made sufficient preparations. An elite team that had just been organized was doing the final exercise. In a few days, the team will go to Shanghai and enter the Forbidden City Beauty Salon to step out of the first outpost of the mountain city.

The jeep got on Shengli Street, but turned into the building group between the artificial fur factory and the petrochemical factory two kilometers away from J. Lin Ziwen, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned around and said to her parents with a smile: "It turns out that our house had to burn the kang with coal all day long. I think it's too troublesome, so I bought a heating building here."

"Oh..." Lin Congwu and Wang Yumei nodded. The son was sure to be a nouveau riche. Hearing this, he told his parents that he would buy an air-conditioned building, it was as easy as a normal child who bought a few pencils with pocket money.

The car arrived in front of a building and stopped Li Zetao pointed to several other buildings not far away and said, "The Three Fatty Man and Liu Hongyu live in that building, right opposite the third floor door, Liu Houer's house is here. Brother Guo's still have to walk forward, but it's not far."

Lin Congwu nodded: "I heard you bought a house nearby on the day I went to have your wedding banquet. The environment here is quite good."

Li Zetao scratched his head and said with a giggle: "It was all your Ziwen bought for money. At that time, few people knew about it, and they were all hidden."

Lin Congwu laughed and said indifferently: "Ziwen is right. Liuhouer and I talked about this topic when we were fine in Shanghai. If Ziwen didn't hide these things from me, I wouldn't be admired by those in the unit when I resigned."

Wang Yumei got off the jeep and moved her hands and feet, making fun of her son, "Son, why did she suddenly move actively? Are you having a small partner and want to show her to the girl?"

Lin Ziwen picked up a bag of things and ran into the building and shouted: "If you want a daughter-in-law, just say it, see your son has found you ten or eight."

"Stupid brat" Lin Congwu laughed and cursed, and also took a box and followed him. Li Zetao smiled and said to Wang Yumei: "If Ziwen wants to choose a partner, I guess those little girls have to stand and rush up."

Wang Yumei raised her lips proudly: "Look, I am the happiest mother in the world?"

Li Zetao said yes repeatedly, adding: "When Ziwen chooses a daughter-in-law for you in the future, you will definitely be the happiest old lady in the world." Note: The old lady is the daughter-in-law's name to her husband and mother.

Wang Yumei went upstairs with a small bag bought from Shanghai. Li Zetao wanted to drive the jeep to the parking space and parked it. He remembered that the family of three had not seen each other for a long time and had to talk about it. So he went upstairs and said hello and found a reason to work. He drove away.

The house is on the second floor, with two bedrooms and one living room, with an area of ​​about 70 square meters. When Wang Yumei entered the house, she felt like she had walked into someone else's home. But after turning back and forth, she felt pleasing to the eyes everywhere. She found the feeling of going home. The color TV, refrigerator, washing machine and telephone. All the things on the phone were all, and the floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom were red painted floor Simmons beds, and the large wardrobe of the audio mosquito net. Wang Yumei felt that this scene was a bit familiar. When she returned to the living room, she saw her husband fiddling with the TV remote control. She remembered that if she posted some couplets and wedding words on the door, wouldn't this house become a married house?

"Son, you can do it. I haven't moved all the things in the house before?" Lin Congwu turned off the 29-inch color TV that he had coveted for a long time. It seemed that there was no old things in the house.

Lin Ziwen opened the refrigerator and took out three bottles of Jianlibao from it, pulled a bottle of pull-up ring and handed it to her father, "I have got all your books and records. I just read the other ones in the drawer under the sofa. I just bought them all."

Lin Congwu took the Jianlibao handed over by his son, went to the sofa to find a drawer, and went out of the bathroom, Wang Yumei came out of the bathroom, and asked Lin Ziwen: "You have never lived here, you have lived in my grandfather's house, or are you living there?" She saw that there was still no trace of using the washing machine, and guessed that her son had never lived here.

"I live there, I'm close to school." Lin Ziwen lied casually. He didn't move here because the paint smell on the floor had not yet dissipated two days ago. However, when he took the initiative to talk about the topic, he seemed to be a good boy.

Sure enough, Wang Yumei was very satisfied with her son's performance. The family of three sat on the sofa. Lin Ziwen asked Lin Congwu: "Dad, are you planning to start working?"

When Lin Congwu and his wife returned to Shancheng from Shanghai to demolish the city for the last time when they were talking to Lin Ziwen on the phone, Lin Congwu told his son that he planned to set up a factory in Shancheng according to Wang Yumei's intention. The father and the other two should not build any factory, but should rely on their funds to directly do business in big cities such as Shancheng and Shanghai. The prices of mountain cities such as ginseng, deer antlers and marten are high in Shanghai. Wang Yumei, who has worked in accounting, only took a few days to calculate the profits of doing business in the middle.

Run, but her husband and son have completely different ideas from her. One of them thinks that processing can appreciate value, the other just wants to do advanced development and sell those things to foreigners in the future. In the end, Wang Yumei and Lin Congwu argued for a few days, and were convinced by Lin Congwu on the grounds that "it can increase employment opportunities for many people." Wang Yumei thought about it and felt that her husband said that while he was disgusting money, he could also bring all the poor relatives in the family to make money together. This was a good thing.

While drinking Jianlibao, Lin Congwu told his son what he thought. He planned to ask his son to pay for his own local production processing factory, acquire Shancheng's specialty products and package them and sell them to large cities in the south. Making money is certain. On the one hand, it can arrange work for many people, and on the other hand, it can make these local products appreciate. It can be said that they kill the numbers.

Processing factory? This is a pretty good idea, but in Lin Ziwen's forward-looking vision, it is an industry with no courage and a bleak future. Although Lin Ziwen also admitted that at this time, if he invested a hundred million yuan to let his parents work as a processing factory, if his parents can join the ranks of millionaires in ten years, the goals Lin Ziwen expected are far more than these

Lin Ziwen began to turn things toward her goal: "My mom and dad, I think this industry is quite close to your old business and can avoid many detours, but is it a little profitable to do this?"

"How can you make less money?" Lin Congwu immediately retorted, and Lin Ziwen interrupted him and said: "For example, if you earn a thousand yuan of Gastrodia elata, processing, packaging, transportation, and sales, after you go all the way, I think you can sell two thousand yuan. How much can you earn after you have lost the capital? Five hundred yuan?"

Lin Congwu nodded and said his son was almost the same. Although the process was not that simple, he was indeed preparing to operate like this. Wang Yumei asked his son in confusion: "Making a profit of 500 yuan with a capital of one thousand yuan is not low. How can you say that you have made too little?"

Lin Ziwen smiled: "These Gastrodia elata are sold to pharmaceutical factories. For example, the second pharmaceutical factory in our city has produced several medicines using Gastrodia elata. One of them is called 'Gasum Male Hypertensive Capsules'. I have seen my grandma take it."

"Well, Gastrodia elata is a treasure, it can cure many diseases. Otherwise, why would every household want to grow it to make money in the past few years?" Lin Congwu asked: "What do you want to say?"

Lin Ziwen drew small circles on the coffee table with her hands and said: "In fact, the calculated price of "Gasum Maple Hypotherapy Reduction Capsules" produced by a bag of 2 pharmaceutical factories is 30 cents."

"Sanmaowu?" The couple was surprised. Wang Yumei asked with a disbelief expression: "I remember when I bought it for your grandma, it was two yuan, seventy-one boxes, and there was no bag. I had never heard of the price of Sanmaowu. What's going on?"

Lin Ziwen smiled slightly: "The cost price of a bag of capsules after removing the loss is then put into an iron box with a cost of 2 cents. It is the kind of package that my grandma ate. The cost of this medicine is 50 cents and 5 cents. The pharmaceutical factory sold it to a pharmaceutical company one yuan and two yuan. Later, when I went to the pharmacy, I don't know how it sold it to a pharmacy for two yuan and seven yuan."

Lin Congwu and his wife looked at each other, feeling that this was a bit imaginative. When they were eaten with more than three cents, they turned into two or seven yuan. Isn’t this robbing money?

"Are you surprised?" Lin Ziwenyu was not shocking and he was dying: "We sell two yuan and seven yuan here because the medicine is produced locally and cannot be sold at a price. Have you heard of the southern medicine being sold in the north? The medicine needs to be sold in the south to the south? The farther the medicine needs to be sold in the distance, the more valuable it is. I asked Xiao Guo to ask the salesperson of the toothpaste factory to ask specifically, this bottle of "Gasum Maple Hypertensive Capsules" sold in Sichuan for four yuan to the left, and in some developed areas in Guangdong and Guangxi, it is basically over five yuan."

The couple stopped talking. When they were walking back from Shanghai, they were planning to open a factory to do some rough processing and resell raw materials for medicines. Unexpectedly, their son had guessed his own ideas and rejected their plans for these days.

Seeing that the heat was enough, Lin Ziwen started to take a strong medicine: "Dad, there are no other things in our mountain city, just how much the mountain needs. There are so many medicines that I can't count them. Why do you have to clean up them and sell them to make money by others? We don't lack capital. You and my mother will start preparing now and work on a pharmaceutical factory by yourself."

"This..." Lin Congwu pondered without saying a word, Wang Yumei said hesitantly: "Son, it's not that simple to open a pharmaceutical factory. Besides, we have no experience in formula two, and we don't even have any preparations. We can do it just by saying that?"

"How difficult can that be?" Lin Ziwen smiled and said, "If you don't have the recipe, we will buy it. If you don't have the experience, we will hire people with experience. If you don't have the preparation, we will prepare it now. Look at the toothpaste factory. It's less than a year since it was built. Now I have accumulated experience and I can also study the recipe by myself. Who has the experience a year ago? Didn't they all start from scratch and work step by step?"

Lin Congwu and his wife were told to be alive by their son. They began to discuss it in a word and say a word, but they didn't know the wishful thinking in their son's mind. Now the national pharmaceutical management is in chaos, and the drug market has just been relaxed, and vicious competition has not yet begun. Lin Ziwen has foreseen that his salesperson can get the drug access certificates from pharmaceutical companies in various places after some means. At that time, there is no need to mention the money. Then, after a period of time, the drugs independently developed have come out. Why worry about Sinopharm not being able to go abroad?

All day, the family of three did not go out. The lunch was cooked by Lin Ziwen. Lin Congwu and his wife quickly gave up the idea of ​​opening a local processing factory that "makes wedding dresses for others" and instead joined Lin Ziwen's pharmaceutical factory plan how to plan, approve, and operate, which type of first batch of drugs is produced, how to package, and how to open the market. The family is in a harmonious atmosphere. Lin Ziwen feels that she has communicated with her parents for the first time since she was born, and her heart is filled with warm happiness.

That night, Lin Ziwen held a small banquet at home. Only Li Zetao, Xu Hongxia, Yang Lin, Liu Hongyu, and Liu Hongyu were present. Six Houer and Guo Degang were out. The three fat men were taking care of more than ten game centers and couldn't get out of it. During the meal, Guo Degang made a long-distance call from Beijing and said that the advertisement had been arranged and that it would be possible to come back after the official broadcast in two days. Lin Congwu was the last one to get the microphone. After chatting with Guo Degang, he put down the phone and ate the food. He said that this little Guo was still worried about his job at this time last year. Now he is the company boss who dares to broadcast advertisements on CCTV.

Yang Lin poured a glass of wine for his second uncle and said with a smile: "Second uncle, I feel a little envious when I hear your tone just now. Actually, this is nothing. When our pharmaceutical factory is built and the medicine is sold abroad in a few years, you and my second aunt will take a plane and go to the American TV station to broadcast advertisements."
Chapter completed!