Pi Qinghua looked at the father and son who disliked each other before he left, and suddenly became so close in just half an hour. He couldn't accept it for a while. The extremely uncomfortable feeling of having his son kidnapped by someone else made Pi Qinghua's face towards President Lang even worse than before.
However, Lang Yixing didn't seem to notice that he was unhappy at this time. He said with a sexy smile that could charm people: "Have you received the number plate? Let's push the car over to where you are!"
Pi Qinghua curled his lips, thought about it, and finally did not complain, but nodded: "Number 60 is a good position. Doctor Wen helped a lot."
When Lang Yixing heard the words "Doctor Wen", his eyes slightly raised, "Since he helped you, why didn't he come with you?"
"He has to attend the exchange competition this afternoon and tomorrow. I can handle it myself, so there's no need for him to follow me." Pi Qinghua glanced at the president of Langda: "I'm not a three-year-old child who needs someone to follow me all the time. Besides, Dr. Wen is not like some people who have time every day to do trivial things."
After hearing this, Lang Yixing showed a look of disapproval on his face, and said very seriously: "I do serious work every day, I will not do useless work."
Pi Qinghua shrugged his shoulders. At this time, Lang Zhi was already eating ice cream while pushing the wooden cart crookedly towards the venue.
Lang Zhi found that his second father and his scum father always disliked each other, and as a son, he had little influence, so he decided not to get involved. In fact, the most important thing is that after today's "ice cream incident", Lang Zhi found out the difference in fighting power between him and his scum father, so Lang Zhi decided that before his fighting power was not enough to protect himself from his scum father, he should restrain himself occasionally. He absolutely did not admit that he was moved by his scum father's behavior, absolutely not.
About ten minutes later, Pi Qinghua, President Langda, and Xiaolang arrived at the 60th open space. The environment of this place was indeed good. There was a small flower bed three or four meters to their left. There was a circle of stone benches next to the flower bed for people who came to the exchange meeting to rest. There was a big tree next to the 60th open space. Pi Qinghua pushed the small wooden cart under the shade of the tree and felt much better all of a sudden.
Even Lang Yixing had to admit that this location was very good.
Then? Then Pi Qinghua brought out the chicken skin jelly in a transparent small dish. Also brought out were small paper box bowls filled with golden fried chicken skin.
After bringing the two main items onto the cart, Pi Qinghua put the shark skin and some Magnolia officinalis bark, Ghost feather and Dictamni bark into the groove on the left side of the cart. Then he bent down and rummaged around in the cart for a while. The extent of his bending made President Lang stare at a certain part of him and squint his eyes. From here, his butt was perky and his legs were long and straight.
Then he saw Pi Qinghua suddenly stand up, turn around and look him in the face fiercely: "If you look at me again, I will poke your eyes out!"
President Langda coughed dryly and turned his head to look at the scenery.
After Pi Qinghua stood up, he took out the small banner he had written with Youhua, opened the bracket of the small wooden cart, and hung the small banner.
There were only a few words written on the small banner: Professional leather seller, no cheating on anyone.
When Lang Yixing looked at the eight big words, he inexplicably thought of a few big words written with chicken blood by someone before. Then he was relieved to find that no matter what the content of Pi Qinghua's words was, they were full of murderous intent. So the curse on him that day must have been out of habit and not a real intention to send him to the crematorium.
Little Langzhi looked at the banner written by his second father. He looked left and right, up and down. Although he couldn't tell what was wrong, he just felt that the banner was inappropriate. So in the end he could only frown his chubby male god face and read the book seriously beside him.
The picture of a cute little handsome boy sitting under a tree and reading a book was quite beautiful, so even though the title of the banner written by the male god Pi was very scary, it still attracted many young women and aunts with overflowing maternal love. When they approached, they found that this stall actually sold chicken skin jelly and fried chicken skin. The women who were a little tired started to buy snacks with their own money or pestered their husbands to pay for it.
The men originally came to accompany their wives and mothers, but in the end they ate more than their wives and mothers, so they had to put on a smile and quickly buy another box to avoid being scolded.
Because the skin jelly and fried chicken beer tasted so good, more people gathered around and praised them, which attracted many other customers. Soon, the small stall No. 60 was surrounded by people.
When there are a lot of people, naturally some people who are bored will start asking questions.
"Hey, little boss, what kind of skin do you sell? Why do you sound so much like a pimp?"
This statement drew good-natured laughter from the people around him, but Pi Qinghua was not under any pressure at all: "Except for human skin, I can get you any bark of Chinese medicinal trees and animal skins that are allowed to be sold that you can imagine. And I guarantee the quality is top-notch. However, some skins need to be reserved. If I can't get them today, you can leave your contact information and I will bring them to you tomorrow."
Pi Qinghua's words were a bit exaggerated. Many people present were unconvinced: "Tsk tsk, that sounds good, but the bark of some things is hard to get these days, especially some high-quality Chinese medicinal bark. We are all here to participate in the exchange meeting, so naturally we want to buy some high-quality Chinese medicine to use, but you are selling skin jelly and chicken skin, you don't look like you have the strength at all."
"That's right, what can you do to prove to us that you are extraordinary?"
Pi Qinghua paused for a moment after hearing this and said, "Does it count if I have three kinds of medicinal skins participating in the Chinese medicine quality competition?"
"Tsk, that competition is open to anyone with a recommender, and it hasn't even started yet! You're not the first-prize winner, so how do you count?"
After hearing this, Pi Qinghua thought for a moment and said, "Then does it count if I supply Anyun Pharmacy?"
This time people's reactions were much better: "Oh, you are delivering goods to Uncle An? That's not bad, after all, we all know that Uncle An has very strict requirements for medicinal materials. But this only proves that the quality of some of your medicinal materials is good. How can you say that you can get any skin we want?"
At this point in the conversation, many people had gathered around Pi Qinghua's booth No. 60 to watch the fun and to inquire about the news. At this moment, everyone's expression was very similar. Pi Qinghua looked at the number of people around him, and the corners of his mouth covered by the mask slightly raised: "I have deep-sea shark skin here."
"Huh?" someone exclaimed in surprise.
Some people think it is not worth mentioning: "What's the big deal? Shark skin is not bad, but it is not a particularly rare medicinal skin."
After hearing this, Pi Qinghua laughed instead of getting angry. Lang Yixing, who had been staring at him from the side, saw that his pretty boy suddenly lowered his head and curled his eyes, and he knew that this guy was going to say something shocking.
"I still have a piece of thousand-year-old ginseng skin. This kind of thing is considered a rare medicinal skin, right?"
After hearing Pi Qinghua's words, the crowd was silent for a while, and then suddenly broke into an uproar.
"You mean the thousand-year-old ginseng skin? Is that the ginseng skin I imagined? Or are you kidding? If there is a thousand-year-old ginseng, it would have been sold at a sky-high price long ago, right? How could it be in the hands of a little-known person like you?"
"Yes, yes, we won't tell the young man that he wants to do business. After all, everyone comes here to do business. But it's not good if you fake it for business. Ginseng skin can be said, but thousand-year-old ginseng skin is priceless even if it's just skin. Don't go against your conscience just to make money!"
Hearing this, Pi Qinghua looked up at the middle-aged man who was speaking. The man was wearing ordinary casual clothes, and there didn't seem to be anything special about him. But from the didactic tone he spoke, Pi Qinghua guessed that he was probably the Chinese medicine doctor of the organizer or someone from a noble family pharmacy. If it were three years ago, Pi Qinghua would have turned his face away and walked away if he heard someone speaking to him in this tone, but now what this man said just happened to suit Pi Qinghua's wishes, so he pretended to be angry and said:
"Uncle, you can't say that. You haven't even seen my ginseng skin, how do you know it's fake? If my body is real, then you are just talking nonsense and wrongly accusing me? Who can I cry to then? When you speak, you should always be honest, right? I have made it clear here that I will not cheat anyone, so I will naturally not use fakes."
This statement was somewhat embarrassing for the middle-aged man. This must have been the first time that someone had refuted him so directly. He looked unhappy. Seeing that everyone around him was looking at him with an expression of "see how you respond?", the middle-aged man said, "Okay, since you don't admit it, I'll tell you. Take out your ginseng skin and let me see it. If the ginseng skin is fake, you don't need to come to the exchange meeting in the next two days, and no store can supply you in the future. We don't need fakes."
Pi Qinghua raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged uncle: "What if my ginseng skin is real!"
The middle-aged man seemed to think that this was impossible, and sneered: "Then I will apologize to you on the judging panel of the Chinese Medicine Competition, and then buy your ginseng skin at a high price! The premise is that your ginseng skin must be a thousand years old!"
Pi Qinghua's expression remained unchanged, "It's a deal!"
Suddenly, everyone around was excited about this agreement and cheered. It has been a long time since we have seen such a good show. We originally thought that this exchange meeting was nothing to watch, but such an exciting thing happened on the first day!
"Okay, okay, boss, take out your 'Thousand-Year Ginseng Skin'! You want to open our eyes, right? Haha!" Although he said this, it's hard to say whether the person who said this has good intentions.
Then, people saw Pi Qinghua take out a palm-sized, wrinkled, thick piece of bark that looked no different from broken tree bark from his wooden cart, and said solemnly, "This is the thousand-year-old ginseng bark."
People looked at the ginseng skin for a long time, and then someone showed a mocking smile. How could it be a thousand-year-old ginseng skin with such a crooked appearance? They must be crazy about money!
Not far from the crowd, an old man in a wheelchair was watching the movement in front of him and asked his men to investigate with interest. After hearing what his apprentice said after returning, he shook his head with a bit of amusement, but when he heard the apprentice's description of the ginseng skin, the amusement on his face slowly disappeared, and he showed more and more surprise and caution.
"Daniu, come with me to the tasting department. Maybe that conceited guy Xiao Xu will suffer a big loss today!"
At this time, Xiao Xu, the middle-aged man, looked at the ginseng skin with a look of disgust: "Okay, come with me to the tasting department, the results will be out in half an hour."
Pi Qinghua smiled and said, "Okay."