Chapter 142: All Ready
I’ve taken a bath and can eat at Donglaishun!

Wang Deming finally made the decision and announced the official opening date of the Chinese medicine factory.

"Okay, then the official opening date of the "Beijing People's Traditional Chinese Medicine Factory" will be scheduled for 10 days later, February 2th. It happens to be the day when the dragon raises its head, so let's try to get a good start!"

Although we have started to provide medicinal materials to the joint outpatient clinics of several Chinese Medicine Associations, we have not yet started to produce Chinese patent medicines.

As Rong Siye continued to recruit people from Tong Ren Tang, the five processing departments: the bucket room, the grinding room, the knife room, the pill room, and the wine room were all equipped with skilled workers, and various processing equipment purchased from Shanghai also arrived;
The Doufang is responsible for frying and selecting medicinal pieces; the Grinding Room is responsible for grinding medicinal powder, which requires a certain mesh size; the Knife Room is responsible for cutting medicinal tablets; the Pill Room is responsible for rolling pills, waxing them, and wrapping them with gold foil, etc.
The most crucial thing is the presence of two veteran pharmacists, Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun, who are dedicated to purchasing and identifying medicinal materials.

Everything is ready!
There is also another favorable trend: under the national policies against cutting corners and tax evasion, several drugstores that previously provided medicinal materials to Tong Ren Tang, such as Tianhui and Tiancheng, no longer dare to make up for the shortage.
Before, they didn’t dare to supply fake drugs or defective products to Tong Ren Tang, but that might not be the case for other Chinese medicine shops.

There are two reasons why we dare not give Tong Ren Tang defective products: the old pharmacist of Tong Ren Tang has a sharp eye; secondly, the purchase volume is large, the price is not bargained, and the price is based on the market.
The two old men, Jia Yinsheng and Li Jianxun, were in a good mood and drank a lot. They also promised that they would poach a few experienced masters from Tongrentang after the pharmaceutical factory was on track.

Wang Deming also realized that Tongrentang was just a basically law-abiding household. In addition, the labor union proposed a 100:2 split, but the Le family disagreed. In the end, it was 8:2:8 yuan, yuan was raised, and the yuan was shared by all the workers.
These two old men are talented people! Wang Deming specifically told his two nephews to take good care of them, and he helped to call a tricycle and personally helped the two old men onto the vehicle.

After watching them go away, Wang Deming turned his head and told Rong Yaxuan, "Master Rong, you must remember that we must apply to establish a labor union before our pharmaceutical factory opens."

"Whether you, Cha Kuiyuan or Zhang Shouchong, you must join the trade union, accept workers' supervision and participate in labor."

"This matter is of top priority and must not be ignored. I will remind them both later."

Although Mr. Rong Si was puzzled, he still nodded and said, "Okay, Deming, we will listen to you." Although Cha Kuiyuan and Zhang Shouchong were the manager and deputy manager in name only, he knew that Wang Deming was the one who kept his word.

What's more, based on shares, he is also the major shareholder and chairman.

After a while, snowflakes began to float from the sky again. With the light coming through the window of the Donglaishun Restaurant behind him, Wang Deming looked up at the snowflakes in the sky and reached out to catch a few flakes. The snowflakes melted in an instant because of the temperature in his palms, and he felt a hint of coolness.

"Okay, Fourth Master Rong, I'll be back first. Call me if you have anything. I still have to focus on the training in Qinlao Hutong."

After exhaling a breath of white cold air, Wang Deming tightened his scarf, put on gloves, carried the box, waved to Mr. Rong Si, and walked into the wind and snow.

The wind and rain were getting stronger and stronger, but Wang Deming walked firmly against the wind and snow.

Rong Yaxuan pushed his mink hat down to cover his ears, crossed his hands into the cuffs of his cotton-padded jacket, hunched his back, and stared blankly at Wang Deming's back.

Don't know what happened? Rong Yaxuan always felt that when he saw Wang Deming again, he was different from when they first met.

Shaking his head, Rong Yaxuan also stepped into the wind and snow.

Walking from Zhushi Street to Gongxian Hutong, Wang Deming suddenly thought of the night when he caught the thief. The corners of his mouth slightly raised. It was really thrilling at that time!
At that time, the black hole was only 0.001 kilometers away from my head. The ferocious look on the other party's face and the finger about to pull the trigger seemed to be vivid in my mind.

But that was also the second largest treasure hunt I had ever had.

As the saying goes, take from the people and give back to the people.

The people’s money should be used where it should be used!
The money you spend is the real money!

After Wang Deming made up his mind, he seemed to take off a layer of armor. He felt more relaxed and hummed the few lines of "The Unicorn Pouch" he knew:
"This is what is unpredictable in this life. I didn't expect to be reunited today. I reap what I sowed, and I am ashamed of giving the peach to you."

A group of people came towards us in the snow. The person in front was holding a flashlight, and the person behind was holding a kerosene lamp. Someone recognized Wang Deming from a few meters away and joked loudly:

"Hey, Deming, you look so happy today!" "You're dressed so casually, are you going on a blind date?"

"Hey, that's possible!"

Zhang Dayong, the leader, came closer, his eyebrows and nostrils were already frosted. After looking him up and down for a while, he asked with concern: "Deming, how are you? Did your trip to Shanghai go well?"

Then he waved his hand, indicating that he would move forward later.

"Thank goodness! The editor I know is as close to the chairman of the publishing house as his nephew, and his family lives in our Jiaodaokou Street." Wang Deming sighed and took out the gecko oil from his pocket and threw it to him, "Captain Zhang, quickly apply some oil, or your face will crack."

Zhang Dayong looked down and saw that it was a colorful small iron box. He threw it back with a look of disgust, "Only women use this thing. I'm not a gigolo."

"Haha." The police and militiamen behind him burst into laughter.

Wang Deming gritted his teeth and said angrily: "This is the antifreeze oil of geckos that I mixed myself, which was a tribute from the past!"

"Hey, there is such a good thing? Come and let me use it."

After throwing it over again, Zhang Dayong bit the fingertips of the glove with his teeth, stretched out his hand with his neck and hand, unscrewed the small iron box, dug out a large piece with his rough index finger, and smeared it on his face. He said in surprise: "Hey, this stuff is good, it feels cool when applied, and the pain on my face is gone immediately."

"Hey, hurry up and give it to me too."

"Give me some too."

Patrol police and militia rushed forward.

Well, when it was finally handed back to Wang Deming, all that was left was a clean little iron box filled with colorful flowers.

Alas, Wang Deming shook his head helplessly. It was such a waste to give it to these rough men. It was a tribute to Cixi, the old lady.
"Deming, if you have something good like this, please bring it out as soon as possible!"

"Yes, yes!"

Wang Deming retorted angrily, "Do you know how difficult it is to make this? It took me more than a month to make only a few bottles."

"You guys should use some Vaseline!"

"What is Vaseline?"

This question suddenly flashed through Wang Deming's mind like a bolt of lightning!
Shit, why didn't I think of this before? In addition to preparing purple and red dyes and extracting sulfonamide from them, antifreeze vaseline is what the volunteer soldiers in the Korean battlefield need most!
And it is not as complicated as preparing sulfonamide. Many equipments are customized in Shanghai and Foshan, such as reactors and ceramic pipes that can withstand high temperature of 170 degrees.
"Haha!" Wang Deming patted the militiaman who asked the question. "Good question!"

"You'll know when I make it!"

"Captain Zhang, I suddenly have a good idea. I'll make something good tomorrow and tell you when I go on patrol next Monday."

"Ah, oh oh!"

(End of this chapter)