Chapter 194 The Way to Salvation Is There
Zhang Shouchun circled Wang Deming twice, then twice more, and even reached out to touch his forehead.

Wang Deming pulled her hand away and asked, "No, what are you doing?"

"Let me see if you are confused due to the fever." Zhang Shouchun put his hands on his hips and said confidently.

"What's the connection?" Wang Deming smiled helplessly. "I'm a doctor myself. How can I not know whether I have a fever or not?"

Zhang Shouchun puffed up his cheeks and asked, "Why do you have to open a Chinese medicine clinic when you don't have a fever?"

"Our TCM factory is extremely busy right now. My second brother-in-law is not good at managing people. He just does whatever others say! My third brother is now busy going to district and city meetings all day long. He thinks he is a section chief in the civil affairs department. He talks about political consultation and ethnic unity all the time, but he doesn't care about anything else."

"Do you only rely on two women like me and my second sister? If we hadn't built a beverage factory this year and the profits from the pharmaceutical factory hadn't been used to pay dividends, our family alone would have received more than 300 million last year! Isn't that better than opening a Chinese medicine clinic?"

What the hell!

Wang Deming was shocked!
"real or fake?"

"Huh, of course it's true?" Zhang Shouchun looked at him as if he was a fool, with his head held high, with an expression that said, "Look how great I am, praise me now."

Wang Deming's forehead was visibly covered with sweat. He stared at Zhang Shouchun, swallowed nervously, and asked in a stern voice, "Why are there so many?"

Didn’t I have it written in black and white that it was collective ownership?
It also stipulates that 70% of the profits should be distributed to all workers, and the remaining 30% should be used to gradually return the initial capital investment.
How did he suddenly become a capitalist? And a big capitalist at that!
If Traditional Chinese Medicine had not been properly recognized by the government this time, and I had picked up my previous plan to open a clinic, I don’t know how long I would have been kept in the dark?

When the time comes, you won’t even know how you died!

Is this the power of capitalism?
Zhang Shouchun was shocked by Wang Deming's attitude, his mouth opened wide, and then he timidly told the story, "In addition to the capital, the factories and shops of pharmaceutical factories all over the country are also owned by us."

It turns out that the Chinese medicine factory's business has been booming.

Since the second half of last year, branches of the People’s Pharmaceutical Factory integrating acquisition, production and sales have been established not only in Beijing, but also in more than a dozen major cities across the country.

Except for the expensive Chinese patent medicines which are produced in Beijing, other Chinese patent medicines and herbal medicines are produced and sold in local factories.

At least there is still a Tongrentang in Beijing that can compete with it, but traditional Chinese medicine shops in other places were soon impacted by the high-quality and good-quality Chinese medicine factories, and many of them closed down. Apprentices were attracted to come in and expand their scale.

Not only that, the People's Pharmaceutical Factory also signed purchase agreements directly with the governments of various high-quality drug producing areas, eliminating third parties and providing government guarantees to ensure the interests of drug growers.

For example: the four major Huai medicines: yam, Achyranthes bidentata, Rehmannia root, and chrysanthemum; the ancient Huaiqing Prefecture, now Jiaozuo, Henan; the white peony from Hangzhou; the wolfberry and angelica from Ningxia; the ginseng, deer antler, and musk from Jilu Fusong, etc.

Coupled with the large amount of Chinese patent medicine and medicinal liquor supplied by Hong Kong, the annual profit was as high as tens of millions when calculated at the end of last year.
This is nothing, but the bad thing is that after the land deeds exchanged for calligraphy and paintings were given to Zhang Shouchong and Cha Kuiyuan last year, these two people were smart enough to transfer them to Wang Deming's name.

In addition, the city trade union comrades who were brought in to stimulate the enthusiasm of the Manchu comrades actually took the initiative to call a meeting of the workers and reduced the profit dividends.
The reason is that the monthly income of ordinary workers is too high. The most common apprentices can earn more than 100, almost 200 yuan a month. Senior master chefs can earn even more, with the lowest being more than 1000 yuan a month and the highest being 4 or 5000 yuan.
This is higher than the income of ordinary cadres. This is not conducive to the struggle of comrades and directly draws a red line for income.

Of course, even so, it is at least twice as high as the wages of ordinary workers in the market. But Wang Deming unknowingly took over more than 60% of the shares and dividends of the Chinese medicine factory, and turned into a super capitalist.
The only good news is that last year Wang Deming suddenly wanted to make Chinese medicine cola and dietary supplements. The Chinese medicine factory needs to pay the government for the land allocated and the subsequent introduction of beverage and drug production lines from the Soviet Union. It has not yet distributed profits.
No wonder the real boss knew that the Chinese medicine factory needed land to build a factory, so he approved 40 acres of land outside Chaoyangmen, and there was more.
Wang Deming's legs went weak and he dragged his feet as if sleepwalking, staggering to the Luohan bed in the central hall of Xiaojingchang and sat down, not coming to his senses for a long time.

Whatever you fear will come true.
My original intention was to change Zhang Shouchun's background and turn him into a working class person. Later, I was inspired by the crappy fourth son of the Liu and Le families in the pawnshops, and decided to collect the money and money of the old people and do something useful, which could be regarded as making a contribution to the country.

My plan was quite good, why did it go wrong halfway through?
Is it so easy to make money? Shouldn't the Chinese medicine factory be transformed into a public-private partnership as soon as it started to make a profit, and then all Manchu comrades including Zhang Shouchun were forced to transform into proletarian workers?

Is it that Pangdonglai’s model is too awesome? Or is it learning from Tongrentang—no matter how complicated the preparation is, they will not save on labor, no matter how expensive the taste is, they will not reduce the material resources, and the Chinese patent medicines made honestly are too effective? Too popular?

My collective ownership. Oh, no, the system is still there, but the shares and profits shared by the workers have been lowered, making me a big capitalist.

Fortunately, the ingredients were not re-evaluated, otherwise I would have no choice but to run away.
Why does the road of life become narrower and narrower?
On July 9th, the river opens, and on August 9th, the swallows come.

This year is a warm spring. Although there are still a few days before the Lantern Festival, it is already August or September after just a few days of the Rain Water solar term.

Wang Deming stared outside the door in a daze. A few swallows returning from the north were flying freely and happily under the eaves of their house. From time to time, they brought soil and grass roots and quietly repaired and built nests.

Zhang Shouchun stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do.

Jin Yuqing heard Wang Deming's angry shout and ran over. Looking at the weird atmosphere in the hall, she did not dare to interrupt. She tiptoed to Zhang Shouchun and quietly pulled her sleeve.

Zhang Shouchun shook his head, bit his lower lip, and said softly, "Deming, our family fortune was earned through your calligraphy and paintings, not through exploitation in the past. Why are you so nervous? We have never treated our workers unfairly. Who in Beijing doesn't envy working in a traditional Chinese medicine factory? You earn a lot, you're not tired, and you get benefits frequently."

"And the third brother said that the real boss has proposed that he be the director of the Civil Affairs Bureau and the vice chairman of the Beijing CPPCC. Although he is not as good as Le Songsheng of the Le family, who was chosen as the deputy mayor, it can be seen that the government is very supportive of our Chinese medicine factory."

Wang Deming slowly gathered his scattered thoughts, looked at Zhang Shouchun, and smiled bitterly when he heard what he said.

If I didn’t have the memories of my past life, which were mainly acquired through reading novels, I wouldn’t have known that such great changes would occur in a few years.

He said softly, "Shouchun, the country's system should be constantly improving. You haven't lived in the countryside and don't know. When liberation just began, the countryside had four freedoms: borrowing, renting, hiring, and trading. As a result, a minority of people were forced to work in rural areas, so this year's new "Resolution on Mutual Assistance in Rural Cooperative Production" was issued."

"You mean the country has never considered the industrial aspect?" Wang Deming shook his head. "Capitalism must be transformed into socialism."

He sighed and said, "Fortunately, our Chinese medicine factory is collectively owned. You usually just get a salary and bonus. You didn't get any dividends last year, otherwise there would be no way to save the situation."

"Hurry up and call my second brother-in-law and third brother over. I need to donate my shares immediately. Also, how much money is left in the pharmaceutical factory's account? Donate it immediately to buy planes for the Korean battlefield!"

"Money makes people happy."

(End of this chapter)