Chapter 108: Cooperation

"It's done, it's all done." Zhao Lao moved his right hand, which he hadn't been able to move for years, and looked at Chen Yu in shock: "You understand how to use the Qi-Controlling Needle?"

"I understand a little," Chen Yu said modestly.

"Why did you get married so early?" Zhao Lao's gaze was somewhat resentful. Really, what a great candidate for a grandson-in-law, yet he was already married? Otherwise, he could have locked Chen Yu and his granddaughter in a room together and then administered a potent medicine.

"Grandpa..." Zhao Anran stomped her feet in anger. Her face flushed red, and she turned to the other side.

"Haha, I'm healed. Prepare for tomorrow; Xinglinju will reopen." Zhao Lao laughed heartily. He looked at Chen Yu and said: "You want me to agree to your request?"

"Cooperation is a win-win, Zhao Lao," Chen Yu replied.

"Very well. Let's see how you perform. If you can restore the prestige of Xinglinju, I will agree to it," Zhao Lao said seriously.

"I don't have a medical practitioner's license," Chen Yu said, spreading his hands.

"That's not a problem. I'll go to the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association to handle it for you in a while. Send me a copy of your documents," Zhao Lao said with a wave of his hand. He still had that much influence.

"Grandpa, are you really going to agree to his request?" After Chen Yu left, Zhao Anran asked.

"Otherwise?" Zhao Lao shed his previous carefree demeanor and sighed: "Your father passed away early, and your uncle is a good-for-nothing. Xinglinju has been passed down for hundreds of years; I cannot let it end with me here."

"Besides... this young man is extraordinary. I believe the Xinglinju brand will be made famous by him in the future. Moreover, that bastard Zhou Hongru is still lurking on the sidelines," Zhao Lao said thoughtfully: "I won't misjudge a person. This young man will surely not be a creature of the pond in the future."

After leaving the Zhao Family, Song Mengyan's call came through: "Chen Yu, I have already screened the more suitable pharmaceutical factories in Fengling. There are six that meet our requirements, and I have already sent out letters of intent. We can go talk to them at any time."

"Good, I understand. You move quite fast," Chen Yu was taken aback.

"Once the goal is determined, one must act quickly to implement it, otherwise it will erode your confidence," Song Mengyan smiled.

"Good, we'll go talk later," Chen Yu said.

"Also, there is a place I think you would be interested in," Song Mengyan said: "Fengling has Yaoshan, and a hundred kilometers to the north, there is the Beiming Mountain, which stretches for hundreds of kilometers."

"The terrain of Beiming Mountain is unique and strange, with large areas of Wurenqu. Coupled with the suitable climate, it is a great place for some extremely precious traditional Chinese medicines to grow, so all in all, Fengling can be considered the home of traditional Chinese medicine."

"And then?" Chen Yu asked.

"Today, Hejie Town, which is closest to Beiming Mountain, is holding its annual Precious Traditional Chinese Medicine Appreciation Conference. There is no shortage of Precious Grade or even Yuan Grade medicines there."

"Really?" Chen Yu was delighted. Precious Grade and Yuan Grade traditional Chinese medicines were simply treasures. He made a prompt decision and nodded: "Send me the address, I'll head over there right now."

"Good, I'll send you the address immediately," Song Mengyan smiled: "I hope you can find the precious items you desire there."

"I definitely will," Chen Yu smiled.

Song Mengyan sent the address, and Chen Yu set the navigation, rushing toward Hejie Town without stopping, fearing he would arrive too late.

By the afternoon, Chen Yu finally reached his destination.

The area of Heliu Street was standard, with a population of nearly ten thousand. Most of these people made a living by digging for long-aged traditional Chinese medicinal herbs in the mountains.

Moreover, the Traditional Chinese Medicine Appreciation Conference had been held for several years, and its scale grew larger every year. Even medicine merchants from surrounding provinces and cities participated.

There were even some traditional Chinese medicine experts on-site to appraise and grade the medicines.

In a Traditional Chinese Medicine Market, security guards were on duty around the perimeter. The stalls and display stands inside were already full, and major medicine merchants and wealthy individuals were coming and going, commenting on the quality of some of the well-presented medicines.

As soon as Chen Yu entered the door, he was attracted by an inconspicuous stall.

The stall owner was an old man in his sixties. In front of him lay a tattered canvas, on which were placed a few palm-sized Lingzhi.

These Lingzhi were dark in color, wrinkled, and looked somewhat dry.

But Chen Yu's eyes lit up, and he was instantly attracted by these few palm-sized Lingzhi.

In his view, these Lingzhi had an average appearance, but beneath the dark skin, they were overflowing with Primordial Qi.

"Old man, how much for this?" Chen Yu asked.

"Ah? You want it, young man?" The old man seemed to have been waiting for a long time. The items didn't look good, and no one had asked. Chen Yu was the first to inquire.

"Yes, I'll take it," Chen Yu smiled.

"This... I dug this from the cliff behind the mountain. Do you think fifty yuan is okay?" The old man said tremblingly.

"Fifty?" Chen Yu was stunned. Judging by the aura, this was a rare Blood Jade Lingzhi, worthy of being called Precious Grade, and he was selling it for fifty?

"Ah, is it too expensive? Thirty, I can't go any lower, I'm paying for my grandson's tuition," the old man said, fearing Chen Yu would leave.

"No, old man, you can sell this for a very good price. You should ask for more," Chen Yu said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Five thousand," the old man gritted his teeth.

"Be bolder," Chen Yu felt helpless. He didn't want the old man to suffer a loss, but as the buyer, he couldn't take the initiative to offer a price.

"Add another thousand," the old man's eyes widened.

"Forget it, I'll give you five hundred thousand. Do you have a bank account?" Chen Yu was amused and exasperated.

"Five... hundred thousand?" The old man's eyes went dark, and he nearly fainted.

"Old man, are you alright?" Chen Yu hurriedly steadied him.

"Young man, did you misjudge it? How could the things I dug from the mountain behind my house be worth so much money?" The old man was afraid Chen Yu had made a mistake.

"There's no mistake. Old man, give me your bank account number," Chen Yu smiled.

The old man looked at Chen Yu for a long time before he was sure Chen Yu was serious. He took out a slip of paper: "This is my account number. My grandson wrote it down when I came. He said if there was a large amount of money, it could be deposited into this. I said, for these few things, what would I need that for?"

"Old man, your Lingzhi is worth more than this price." Chen Yu wrote down a phone number for the old man: "My name is Chen Yu. This is my phone number. Keep it safe. If you have any problems in the future, you can call this number to find me."

"Good, good, five hundred thousand... young man, won't you take another careful look?" The old man asked uncertainly.

"No need, five hundred thousand it is." Chen Yu took out his phone to transfer the money.

"Hehe, isn't this that little follower of Xia Tian? He can actually spend five hundred thousand to buy this piece of junk." Just at this moment, a cold sneer came from behind.

Chen Yu turned his head and saw Zhao Zhong of the Zhao Group. Last time during the jewelry appraisal, Chen Yu and Xia Tian had picked up a huge bargain from him. Meeting him here was a case of enemies crossing paths.

"Young Master Zhao, this thing was probably made from a radish, hehe. Don't be fooled by the pitiful appearance of the old man now. They are very cunning; they pretend to be pitiful after making fakes to win sympathy," a little follower behind Zhao Zhong said flatteringly.

"Hmm, Wang Qi, I'm relieved to have an expert like you with me. This kid surnamed Chen, he picked up a few leaks and thinks treasures are everywhere?" Zhao Zhong said disdainfully.

"Everyone, heaven is my witness, I really dug this from the back mountain," the old man was anxious: "You don't have to buy it, but you cannot insult my character. I have been digging for medicinal herbs for most of my life, how could I lie?"

"That's enough. My master is a famous master, well-versed in Feng Shui, geomancy, and Yin-Yang Five Elements. I have learned thirty percent of my master's true teachings. I can see at a glance that this medicine has no Primordial Qi at all. And five hundred thousand? Even fifty yuan is too much," Wang Qi said dismissively.

"Only a fool like this would pay five hundred thousand to buy this imitation from you. Besides, even if you were going to make a fake, you should have made it look better. Who would want something with this appearance?"