Volume 1: A sound on Wall Street, Xinxiang City is busy copying books Chapter 186 Packaging
Subtitle of this chapter: How to become a famous doctor
Yuan Yanshu's "profound remarks" are nothing new in later generations. It's nothing more than that people are visual animals who look at faces. If you have a pretty face, you can do anything. If you don't have a pretty face, you have to rely on your father. If your father is not good, you can only study. If studying doesn't work... then there is Kuaishou.
But in Chinatown in 1920, this was truly a wake-up call!
Of course, at the moment, these old guys who are stuck in the past cannot appreciate the painstaking efforts of our Master Yuan. After listening to the dialectical relationship between appearance and medical skills, they left with a curse. This made Master Yuan, who is also an excellent Chinese medicine practitioner, feel very upset.
Such a great undertaking as rebuilding the national soul is indeed a long and arduous journey.
But after he packaged Wen Jinxiu as the Celesian miracle doctor and made her famous in the United States, they finally realized that Yuan Yanshu was right. So from then on, every Chinese medicine practitioner in America was more handsome than the last. The famous doctors only had one criterion for accepting apprentices, and that was face!
So much so that before the Great Depression, there was a saying in the Chinese community in New York: "No one is more handsome than a doctor, and no one is richer than a bitch."
The first half of the sentence is easy to understand, while the second half is about how all the girls who partnered with Yuan Yanshu in 1920 became rich. The magic water of Baishui Mountain was not only sold in the United States, but later became a world-renowned brand , and even defeated the domestic medicinal wine industry in turn.
Of course, this is actually "small money". You should know that our Master Yuan is a PhD in economics who is favored by Wall Street giants. Within a few years, he listed Baisuishan, catching up with the bull market before the Great Depression in time and making a lot of money. This made those girls who were lucky enough to catch this train to wealth become millionaires.
Moreover, this stock went against the market trend and was one of the few stocks that did not fall so much during the Great Depression.
By the beginning of World War II, Baisuishan, which was "acquired" by the Umbrella Group, had become a well-known blue chip stock, and later joined the Dow Jones Index and the S&P 500. The so-called blue chip stocks refer to large traditional industrial and financial stocks with long-term stable growth, and the cash flow of the enterprise must be healthy.
Hey, what else do you need when you have the financial market...well, just open a factory.
Yuan Yanshu’s trip to Chinatown really wasn’t in vain. He not only took care of WU JIA PI but also found a “famous doctor”. So the next step was naturally... eating and drinking.
Our Master Yuan still has a Chinese stomach. Steak and seafood are good to eat occasionally, but after eating too much, he began to miss the rich and oily local cuisine (the scientific name of Shanghai cuisine)...Now there are no local cuisine restaurants in Chinatown, so he can only eat the bland Cantonese cuisine. So he had the idea of opening a local cuisine restaurant in New York.
But at the moment, Yuan Yanshu still had to brainwash his compatriots while eating.
"Cai Hua thief... Well, brother, who am I asking you to treat? You better sit tight!"
After Master Yuan swallowed the boiled chicken in his mouth, he put down his chopsticks and said seriously: "I'm asking you to treat Mr. George F. Baker this time!"
Unfortunately, Doctor Wen, Brother Li Wu, and the Six-Fingered Zither Demon who had just arrived at the table all looked confused. By the way, according to the current rules, even if Sister Jinfeng is an important figure in the Anliang General Hall, she cannot sit at the table and eat with the men.
Yuan Yan suddenly shook her head in her heart. These guys were really ignorant.
He pointed to the light bulb on the roof and said, "Mr. Baker, you don't know, but Mr. Thomas Edison must know, right?"
These Chinese people must know the name of the God of Light Bulbs.
When Wen Jinxiu heard this, she immediately became restless and said in fear, "I, I, I want to treat Mr. Edison?"
What a pity! If I had restrained myself from showing off, this would have been a good opportunity... But when it comes to showing off, I can't help it.
Master Yuan shook his head and said, "That's not the case. I just wanted to let you know that Thomas Edison was just an employee of Mr. Baker."
He was right. Edison Company was also a subsidiary of the Morgan Consortium. It was not nonsense to say that the God of the Light Bulb worked for a Wall Street miracle.
"That's an even more important person!" The old face of the gynecologist suddenly turned red, and he rubbed his hands nervously and said, "Second Master, do I need to make any preparations?"
"Ready?!" Yuan Yan looked at his awkward appearance with a bad temper, and regretted it a little. This guy looks really good, but his behavior is a bit unpresentable.
He snorted coldly and said, "Old Wen, you have a lot of preparations to make!"
"First of all, you have to put away your expression ! You have read a few books, so you know what it means to remain calm when a mountain collapses in front of you, or to not blink when a naked woman... well, a deer appears on your left? Stay calm. No matter what happens, you must stay calm! Otherwise, how can you be a hermit?"
"Second Master, your advice is correct. I understand, I understand."
"Secondly... I'd like to ask, how old are you this year, Old Wen?"
"Long life? You are too polite, Master. I just turned 40 this year."
Our Master Yuan was shocked when he heard this. This guy is only forty? He looks like an old man in his sixties...
I understand. If you keep "picking flowers" all the time, you will naturally age prematurely.
"Lao Wen, from now on just say that you are... well, eighty years old, right?"
Wen Jinxiu, whose size had instantly doubled, blinked her eyes in confusion, and it seemed that she didn't understand what he meant.
Yuan Yanshu continued, "Don't you understand? Famous doctors are only valuable when they get old! Besides, you look so young and healthy when you say you're eighty. You have to dye your hair, beard, and eyebrows all white, and grow your hair into a bun... um, a Taoist bun. That's what we call having white hair and a youthful face... Very stylish!"
"Second Master, your words are profound. I...well, I have taken note of them, I have taken note of them."
"Finally, you have to make clothes! This long gown and jacket of yours won't do."
"Second Master, do you want me to make a suit?"
Our Master Yuan waved his hand and said, "What kind of suits are you making? Make Hanfu... well, it's a Taoist robe!"
He turned to Hongqi Laowu and asked, "Fifth Brother, is there a tailor in Chinatown who can make Taoist robes?"
"Well..." Li Jie hesitated for a moment and said, "I know a tailor who makes costumes for operas."
Yuan Yan slapped her thigh and said, "That's him! Ask him to make a few Taoist robes for our Mr. Wen. Oh, and don't make them as exaggerated as theatrical costumes. The style should be simple, and the decorations should be plain, but not too simple or plain. The materials should be the best and the most exquisite, the style must be generous and decent, and the details must be meticulous, and they should have the kind of... "
"I remember now, low-key luxury! Don't be afraid to spend money, I'll pay for it, brother."
Lu Yan was a little confused and asked, "Old Yuan, are you going to see a doctor or hold a ceremony?"
"Xiao Lu, you must understand the simple truth that Buddha needs gold to decorate and people need clothes to decorate."
He thought of something else and asked, "By the way, Xiao Lu, is my house fully decorated? Are the mahjong tables, chairs, teapots, teacups, etc. also available?"
The Six-Fingered Lute Demon patted his chest and said, "You can rest assured that we three will do the work . We'll get everything done for you, and you can open tomorrow..."
Our Master Yuan interrupted him with dissatisfaction: "What do you mean by opening? My place is an elegant literary salon, not a mahjong parlor. It should be called unveiling!"
