Actually, everyone misunderstood Lin Yao's family's intentions. For those determined to find them, this form of secrecy was practically useless; once they left, the secret remained. Anyone could easily stake out the area and find out Luo Jimin's exact appearance. Their actions were solely to avoid celebrity-style harassment. Life had to go on, and the family wasn't the type to seek the limelight or put on a show.
Some were happy while others were sad. Director Chen, who had become famous, and his colleagues were immediately invited to the relevant departments for a chat. Director Chen's remarks not only tarnished the reputation of his department but also damaged the image of all government workers. It is said that the Secretary of the Sichuan Provincial Party Committee was furious after seeing the news. At a special rectification campaign meeting that was convened on short notice, he slammed his fist on the table, knocking his beloved blue and white porcelain teacup to the ground and shattering it into pieces.
Along with the blue-and-white porcelain teacup, the hearts of some corrupt officials at the grassroots level of the government who routinely embezzled and demanded bribes were shattered. They felt as if the sky had fallen, and that their former strong supporters were about to carry out a revolution against them. They lived in constant fear and anxiety from then on.
The clever ones quickly returned the money, admitted their mistakes, and proactively confessed to try and earn a chance to correct them; those who harbored illusions, except for a few who slipped through the net, were all purged from the revolutionary ranks or assigned to positions with no real power or lucrative rewards. These people secretly resented Minhong Pharmaceutical's unconventional practices and openly hated the Health Bureau's arrogance. The resentment directed at Director Chen was very strong; if resentment could influence people, Director Chen would already be a dried-up corpse by now.
The workload of the municipal petition office surged, with a constant stream of petitioners and a rapid accumulation of signed and anonymous complaint letters, much like snowflakes falling in a northern winter. Districts across the country launched self-examination and rectification campaigns in response to this incident, and the central government issued relevant documents to deploy this nationwide operation. Sichuan Province, of course, carried out the most intensive, determined, and severe crackdown.
Ye Zhaoxian's phone call left Lin Yao feeling somewhat helpless. The company website was ordered to remove the relevant content, on the grounds that such negative news should not be publicized for an extended period. Lin Yao naturally accepted the order; the objective had been achieved, and it would be inappropriate for the website to retain the news any longer. He figured that in the future, relevant departments and agencies would have to think twice before trying to take advantage of him.
The information Liu Wei sent made Lin Yao wary. The fact that the company's website was being monitored by relevant departments, as mentioned by the network expert, gave Lin Yao a new understanding of some of his future plans and operational methods.
After Shen Ruohua's analysis, Lin Yao was not worried about the consequences of being monitored by relevant departments. Minhong Pharmaceutical's mission was to better help the health of the people, and it strictly abided by all laws and regulations. The idea of skirting the law was never in Luo Jimin and Lin Hongmei's minds.
Minhong Pharmaceuticals will not be affected, but the foreign-invested group that Lin Yao plans to establish using Long Yihun's overseas Chinese identity will be significantly impacted. In his plan, the foreign-invested group's sole purpose is to make money, to achieve exorbitant profits. Such profit-driven companies will naturally not be tolerated or supported, and their reputation among the public will suffer.
This is troublesome! Lin Yao sighed inwardly. The plan had to be adjusted again, and the most crucial issue was that they still hadn't found suitable personnel. Although Ge Yong and Shen Ruohua possessed great abilities, involving them in the future work of the foreign-invested group would inevitably lead to all matters being reported to the organization. After all, they were still loyal guardians trained by the country. If they didn't understand the business philosophy, would they abandon him as well?
Talented people! What the world lacks most are people who can be relied upon without worry.
The benefits brought about by the incident were also significant. In addition to Minhong Pharmaceutical no longer being targeted by some corrupt officials, the drought-resistant beverage with a clearly defined market price became clear to everyone about its true value.
Police presence has been increased in the Lijia Courtyard area where Anyun Water Company is located, and the local police station has set up a special duty station inside the factory.
The transportation company responsible for delivering the beverages to the disaster area was in a real bind and came to ask for help. 100 cases were worth 4.8 million yuan, and each truck carried 12 tons. How much would that cost? Fortunately, there hadn't been any hijacking incidents before, but now that the value of the beverages was clear, they couldn't afford such compensation, especially since these companies had only charged them freight at cost price before.
The solution is to rely on the government. The provincial party committees of Yunnan, Guizhou and Sichuan have all issued instructions to ensure that disaster relief supplies are safely delivered to the people in the disaster areas, and local governments must do their utmost to maintain safety.
Inspections on national highways have become stricter, increasing the workload for traffic police and public security officers. Even military units have been deployed to assist with escort operations. Although the crackdown is severe, there are always those who are fearless and many criminals who hope to pull off a quick heist and retire in peace.
Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory also received the same treatment. Some of the supervisory authorities, instigated by the Luo family, did not dare to come to their door to force them to hand over their work, giving Lin Yao's family enough time to arrange the transfer of the factory.
Just kidding. If we were to touch Minhong Pharmaceutical at this point, wouldn't the leaders of those institutions still have their positions? We should just follow the proper legal procedures. Huarentang Group can only rely on the acquisition agreement to urge the handover of work, and they still send people to negotiate cooperation matters. Of course, their attitude is much better now.
Old Master Wen personally handled these matters. These past few days, he'd spend all his free time at the Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory, becoming close friends with the equally dedicated Luo Jimin. Old Master Wen's willingness to swallow his pride left the law firm hired by Huarentang helpless. The workers opposed the sale of the factory and needed time to appease them before the handover could proceed—could you say they were wrong? Applying for enforcement through the courts and relevant departments was also ineffective; those applications, after being politely received, were simply shoved into some corner. Then, people were sent to facilitate mediation, which Old Master Wen, of course, had to withstand. Could you resort to violence against a seventy-year-old expert?
Having temporarily put aside the matter of the foreign conglomerate, Lin Yao was in a very good mood, focusing on ruthlessly exploiting wealthy individuals to raise funds for production. The acquisition of Kangqi Pharmaceutical Factory was completed, and the land for the new factory in Pixian County had been negotiated. All that was left was for the funds to be in place and for an agreement to be signed with the government before construction could begin.
Lin Yao was short of money. He wished he could squeeze a hundred million yuan out of every patient, but he couldn't easily use Xiao Cao's funds because he felt that with the continuous nourishment of medicinal herbs, Xiao Cao's condition was getting better and better, as long as he didn't let it release medicinal energy to treat the illness. This contradictory situation made Lin Yao cherish Xiao Cao's contributions even more, which is why he had the idea of ripping off every patient who came.
Without the neutral medicinal energy provided by the little grass, the Luo family's cultivation progressed very slowly. Lin Yao could only rely on the essence of heaven and earth he absorbed to cultivate. Fortunately, although this essence of heaven and earth was extremely scarce, its effect was better than the neutral medicinal energy of the little grass. Lin Yao could clearly feel that the true qi in the five meridians that had been opened had become more condensed, and the meridians had also changed, becoming smoother, with the true qi flowing through them more quickly.
The security team was also well taken care of. There were many apartments for rent in the Dynasty Mansion. These wealthy owners usually owned several properties. Most of the owners who traveled all over the country to make money rented out their properties, which meant that more than 20% of the residents in the entire community were renters. The high rents caused these tenants to change frequently. Based on the principle of living nearby, the security team rented four other apartments in the community at once. They were all four-bedroom, two-living room apartments, so that the veterans could share a room in pairs, avoiding the trouble of having them climb up and down to sleep in bunk beds.
With Shen Ruohua's overall arrangements, Lin Yao's life became easier. Taking care of the children, cultivating, and extorting money were all he did. Life returned to normal, and after declining Lan Xiaoqing's invitations several times, Lin Yao often didn't need to go out. He stayed home reciting medical texts and pharmacopoeias and looking up study materials online.
Lin Yao cleaned up his 1,000 forum emails, finding mostly messages of advice and criticism. He didn't dwell on them; he had a clear conscience. Just as he finished cleaning, several new messages arrived, presumably from diligent and persistent individuals who had been spending long hours in front of their computers sending messages.
"Angel, your behavior makes me, as a medical worker, feel ashamed. Please improve your medical ethics and turn back from the wrong path!" This was posted by a kind-hearted person who is always eager to teach. Deleted.
"Angel, our 'China Health Association' has tens of thousands of gold members. To join, you need to have a net worth of over one million. The annual membership fee is ten thousand yuan per person. We are now seeking cooperation with you. Please contact QQ: XXXXXXX." This is someone trying to recruit angels to make money. Delete.
After reading a few comments, Lin Yao shook his head. His status had plummeted, and even the title of "teacher" had been removed, which showed how bad his image was on the forum.
"Dear Dr. Angel, I have a patient with late-stage breast cancer, but her family can only afford 500,000 yuan. Would you be willing to treat her? Please uphold your medical ethics and accept a lower fee. If you agree, please contact 138XXXXXXXX. I look forward to your reply."
Upon seeing this message, Lin Yao hesitated for a moment before deleting it. There is too much suffering in the world, and individual abilities are limited. He is not Sun Wukong, unable to be in two places at once to help everyone. He can only strive according to his own established plan. As for these patients, he can only offer his love and hope they will be strong and fight against their illness.
"Teacher Angel, do you understand true qi? Can you treat qi deviation and demonic possession during cultivation? If so, please contact me. My family doesn't have enough money right now, but we can pay you back later. Please trust our earning power. Alternatively, I can provide some precious medicinal herbs to offset the consultation fee; finding herbs in the mountains is my specialty. If you are able, please contact me at 159XXXXXXXX."
Lin Yao carefully read the message several times. It seemed there were many people in the world who cultivated true qi. General Xia was one, this patient was another, and including himself, there were three. Lin Yao was very curious about this kind of miraculous skill. The true qi he cultivated could basically only be used for healing, and its offensive and defensive effects were very poor. He really wanted to know what was so special about those techniques, but it was obviously unlikely that he could find out from General Xia.
"I'm not confident in treating qi deviation; I need to see the patient in person for a diagnosis before I can make a conclusion. Unfortunately, I'm short of money right now, and I can't accept your payment method. Actually, the starting price for consultations is already over five million (after tax), please understand!" Lin Yao replied to this message inexplicably and continued to read the next message.
A few minutes later, a new message appeared: "Angel Teacher, if you can cure my father's demonic possession, I am willing to give you my family's sacred medicine as a consultation fee. My family's sacred medicine is at least three hundred years old. It is a Mother Earth plant and is growing well now. Please contact me if you are interested."
Earth Mother? What is that? Lin Yao thought for a moment and categorized this person as someone who wanted to treat his illness for free. If he agreed, the other party would definitely have further demands until he was tricked into going there and being cured. In that case, he would get nothing and might even be threatened instead. Besides, he had never even heard of this thing called Earth Mother.
Ignoring this person, Lin Yao continued browsing the forum.
"Yao'er, are you busy? If you're not, come with me to pick up your uncle." Lin Yao's mother, Lin Hongmei, interrupted him on the phone.
"Mom, Uncle is here? I'm heading out now. Should you come over or should I come pick you up?" Lin Yao said with delight. He hadn't seen his uncle for a long time and missed him dearly. This uncle was one of the closest relatives to him since childhood.
"I'll come pick you up, I have a car." Lin Hongmei was also in a good mood. "Yao'er, don't agree too readily. We'll let your uncle stay a few more days. We haven't seen him for several years, we can't let him leave right away."
"Oh, okay then, I'll be the bad guy and you can be the good guy, Mom. Anyway, I'm young, so it's okay for me to be a little greedy. I'll just report a billion, hehe." Lin Yao understood Lin Hongmei's longing and secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he had the time to go to Ya'an a few days ago, otherwise he wouldn't know how to explain those formulas.
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Chapter 102 Eating from the Rich
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"Grandpa, hug me." Little Guli reached out for a hug, which surprised Lin Yao and Lin Hongmei. They knew that even Lin Hongmei rarely received such affection from Little Guli.
Could it be because his uncle is too handsome? Lin Yao had a ridiculous thought, but quickly dismissed it. Although his uncle was handsome, resolute, and imposing, he couldn't possibly be that attractive to the little guy. Besides, even if he was handsome, he was just an older handsome guy, and the little guy's taste would reject people of that age.
Looking at his uncle in his crisp military uniform, with his gleaming senior colonel epaulets, Lin Yao vaguely sensed something, but it vanished in an instant, his thoughts interrupted by Nannan.
"Uncle, I want to be held too." Looking longingly at little Guli nestled in the middle-aged officer's arms, Nannan tugged at his trouser leg and asked to join in the fun, her voice filled with envy and aggrieved.