Chapter 300: Good deeds bring good rewards in the mask business
Wang Yuanchao only stayed in Guangzhou for a few days before returning to Hong Kong.

He reminded his two brothers and two sisters to pay attention to the recent cold epidemic, and gave them some masks and some cold medicine granules prepared by Bao'an Hall.

Especially at exhibitions, the flow of people is crowded and complicated. They are kind enough to let everyone come to broaden their horizons, but don't fall into their trap. His two brothers and one sister don't need him to take care of them personally, and he is too lazy to do so. The exhibitions that are new to them are like chicken ribs to him.

It would be great to spend this time with Zheng Juan and spend time with her.

Especially Zheng Juan and her family, who were in Yangcheng, had to be careful. When he came here for the first time, he prepared all the herbs for Zheng Juan, since her brothers Zheng Guangming and Su Chi also had some knowledge of medicine.

I had originally planned to take Zheng Juan’s two blind brothers to Hong Kong first, but the flu is raging in Hong Kong now, so let’s give up.

In just a few days, all the medicinal materials that big brother wanted have been arranged, so he will have sufficient reasons to come here in the future.

When my elder brother is familiar with this route, he can take Zheng Juan and her family to Hong Kong. From now on, my elder brother will be the messenger.

It would be a waste to keep such an obedient girl like Zheng Juan here.

Although Zheng Juan never asked questions like:

"Brother Yuan Chao, when did you want me?"

"Brother Yuan Chao, will you not want me?"

"Brother Yuanchao, will you take me to Hong Kong?" This is a question that Wang Yuanchao has a positive answer to, but Zheng Juan knows nothing about.

The more well-behaved, obedient and considerate Zheng Juan was, the more Wang Yuanchao felt sorry for her and felt that this was his Shuang'er!

Of course, there is another well-behaved, obedient, intelligent and clever little sister, Wang Li.

He gave his younger sister a new piece of music and asked her to memorize it thoroughly before he took back the original manuscript and threw it into the space.

Wang Li, who has the "creative experience" of "I Love the Red City Gate of the Capital", is also familiar with the "creative process" of this work.

She had to seize the time, travel far and wide, and complete the accumulation of "creative" materials before the holy day, and then burst out with fruitful results.

The eldest and second brothers didn't know about this. They only knew how to drink and brag. Who knows what happened when they drank too much.

Wang Li couldn't help but sigh that her third brother was so meticulous and she couldn't embarrass him.

She also secretly made up her mind to behave well and take good care of her third sisters-in-law in the mainland in the future as a way to repay her third brother for his strong support.

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Hong Kong, Bao An Tang, is crowded with people, just as always, and it has been going on for half a year.

All the staff wore masks and the room smelled of lime water, disinfectant and alcohol spray.

Not everyone has money to go to the hospital for treatment, and not everyone is willing to go to the hospital for treatment, not to mention that many people die in the hospital. Word of mouth has spread, so coming to Bao'antang to get some Chinese medicine is very cost-effective.

Apart from anything else, the mask factory under Wang Yuanchao was in short supply of mask production, and many distributors and major customers were waiting directly at the factory gate to pick up the goods.

Firstly, from the publicity in newspapers and radio stations, and secondly from the actual experience of everyone or the people around them, masks do greatly reduce the risk of infection.

In the original time and space, according to statistics, the number of infected people was about 50. There were even more people who were not included in the statistics, right?

There are 3.7 to 3.8 million people in Hong Kong. This ratio is terrifying!
Masks are not something that can be produced just because everyone wants to.

Firstly, there is no meltblown cloth, and secondly, it has to be imported from abroad. Not to mention that there is also a shortage of supply abroad, it will take at least two or three months. Who would start planning so early like Wang Yuanchao? Because foreign countries have also entered the peak period of influenza, and in some places, more people have died than in Hong Kong!
They even called this flu "Hong Kong flu" because it first spread from Hong Kong.

Therefore, Wang Yuanchao’s mask factory is the only one of its kind, and the prices are getting higher and higher. Compared with imported products, they are even more expensive.

The masks designed by Wang Yuanchao are better than imported ones.

Let’s not talk about anything else, just take the nose patch, just pinch it gently and it will fit the nose wings, the protective effect is visibly better than foreign products!

Anyway, the poor can’t afford it, and the rich have money.

If someone gives someone a few masks as a gift, it would be a very thoughtful gift!
On the black market, masks cost almost 1 yuan each! Even so, the demand still exceeds the supply.

Some of Wang Yuanchao's employees were even reluctant to use them and resold them, forcing companies to collect old masks early every morning and distribute new ones.

People cannot go to work without masks, which greatly curbs the flow of masks to the black market.

There are people patrolling each workshop, and once a worker is found to be in an unwell condition, they will be taken away immediately to have their temperature measured.

At first Wang Yuanchao was only planning to provide benefits to employees, but now he can make extra profit. It really is true that good deeds will be rewarded!
Very unexpected.

He regularly sends masks to relatives, friends and core partners, and the quantity he sends each time is not much. On the one hand, masks are indeed precious, and on the other hand, he is not afraid of the virus. In Hong Kong where everyone is in danger, his sincerity is even more precious.

He vaguely knew the peculiarities of his body. He relied on modern cold and anti-inflammatory drugs, and the presence of his master, Ma Erqin, and Zhao Zhaoqin, who was good at plague. He had often worn expired masks to run among the patients, but he had never been infected. It might not be that he had never been infected before. He remembered that he felt uncomfortable for a while, but wanted to continue to observe and confirm. It was not his turn to take medicine. His excellent physical fitness had already made him recover on his own.

Wang Yuanchao's move won him a lot of goodwill and business.

Needless to say, the Zhou family, the old thigh, is a must-have.

There are many companies under its umbrella, and after counting, we found dozens of deaths from the disease.

The Zhou family has about tens of thousands of workers and employees, which is a scary proportion.

The Zhou family then purchased a large number of masks and donated a large number of masks to medical charities such as the Tung Wah Group of Hospitals. The Zhou family is rich and does not lack the money for masks, and they also want to have a good reputation for saving lives.

The same is true for the Li family of Bank of East Asia, the Ho family, the Lam family, the Lee family and other shareholders and managers of Hang Seng Bank.

For example, Sir Tang Siu-kin, chairman of the board of directors of Kowloon Motor Bus, thought that Wang Yuanchao was really a good guy, so he ordered a batch of masks from Wang Yuanchao's mask company at the market price for use by his bus drivers and conductors.

It has to be the market price. If it's not the market price, it's not thanking Wang Yuanchao, but robbery. Everyone knows that masks are in short supply. Anyway, the company's money doesn't have to be paid by him alone.

Bus companies are indeed crowded places, even more crowded than those in banks. Many drivers and conductors have caught colds or even died.

As a result, the production line that originally produced masks for Wang Yuanchao's employees had to continue to expand its production capacity and implement three shifts.

This was not enough. Wang Yuanchao even rented out the vacant floors of Chai Wan Building, welcoming everyone to produce masks.

His meltblown fabric production capacity is sufficient, but he will not sell it to the outside world. The Hong Kong government authorities have never intervened in this matter. What kind of good guy is he? Isn't monopoly good?
Leave a little price difference for those big and small bosses, and those bosses should thank Wang Yuanchao for giving them a chance to make a living!
It can also be donated in appropriate amounts to major friendly organizations (mainly police stations, Jockey Clubs, and schools), and it becomes particularly precious at this time.

Not only can you earn favors, rent, and money for raw materials, but you can also provide a large number of qualified masks to the society.

I win so much that it makes me numb!

Lou Xiao'e listened to Wang Yuanchao's words very much. Perhaps because she was worried about her son Wang Xiao, she strictly followed Wang Yuanchao's epidemic prevention instructions:
I always wear a mask when going out, and try not to take my son to crowded places. I also remind my parents and the maids at home to pay special attention to epidemic prevention and safety. Everyone has to measure their temperature twice a day, morning and evening, to prevent any accidents.

There is no need to say much about the Liu family. They are both the father-in-law's family and the subordinates of the unit, and they also strictly implement the policy. Whether it is a radio station or a newspaper, they have access to a large amount of case data information, which is shocking. They really dare not be careless.

Chen Xueru was also very obedient. The store staff all wore masks to serve customers, and gave masks to old customers and new customers! She got masks from Wang Yuanchao, and she was full of them.

But it wasn't so good for Letty. She worked very hard, but she couldn't wear a mask while filming, and unfortunately she got infected.

When Wang Yuanchao learned the news, she had been lying in the hospital for several days and looked like she was dying.

Wang Yuanchao rushed directly into St. Mary's Hospital.

Seeing the former beauty, who had not seen her for a few days, looking so haggard, made me feel heartbroken and sad.

He grabbed Letty's dry hand, his palm was burning hot, and when he touched her head, it was even hotter.

Then he remembered that he was also a nationally renowned doctor, so he took a deep breath to calm himself down and began to take the patient's pulse.

After all his efforts, Letty woke up. She opened her weak eyes and found that it was Wang Yuanchao. She struggled and said:

"You, wear a mask."

Then he seemed to remember something and tried to cover his face with his hands, but failed, so he turned his head away.

She didn't even have the strength to raise her hands.

Wang Yuanchao took out the acetaminophen antipyretic and azithromycin antibiotics, half-helped her up, and drank the boiled water beside her, saying:
"Here, take medicine."

Letty was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth woodenly, and swallowed the medicine with difficulty.

After a pause, Wang Yuanchao said:

"I'll take you to my pharmacy to get treatment. Do you want to come with me?"

Letty's condition was very serious, and she was incurable. It wasn't that he was worried that he couldn't treat her alone. Wang Yuanchao had limited Western medicine on hand, which could only be used for emergency treatment. For more traditional Chinese medicine treatment, it would be more appropriate to go to Bao'an Hall.

Letty knew that Wang Yuanchao had opened a Baoan Hall, and she also knew that her condition was serious and that many people had died in the hospital. She even refused to let her brother and sister-in-law bring their daughter to visit her! She was afraid that her daughter would also be infected with the virus!
But can we rely on the hospital's nurses? To be honest, they are simply too busy to handle the workload.

Because she spoke in a low voice, Wang Yuanchao leaned in to listen. She was afraid that he would be influenced by her, so she tried her best to speak louder:

"I'm afraid it can't be cured..."

Wang Yuanchao just stared at her with his eyes and repeated:
"Will you come with me?"

(End of this chapter)