AWB Chapter 633 Buying Medicine
Chapter 633 Buying Medicine
That’s right, the person walking in front is Stanley Kwan, the Secretary General of the Secretariat of the Shanghai Municipal Government.
He is the personal secretary of the Mayor of Shanghai, Minister Zhou of the Jinling Finance Department.
He is one of the top people in power in the Shanghai Stock Exchange.
Such a busy man with great power would actually appear in a third-rate restaurant.
When Yu Qiaqing saw Guan Jinpeng coming in, he quickly pulled Lin Tianbao forward and said politely, "Secretary Guan, you are finally here. Let me introduce you."
"This is Mr. Lin, the boss of Sunshine Trading Company."
"Boss Lin, this is Secretary Guan from the City Hall."
"Boss Lin is so young and has become Minister Chen's right-hand man. He has a bright future ahead of him." Guan Jinpeng started to flatter Lin Tianbao, and he was immediately confused.
This is the secretary general of the City Hall's secretariat and Mayor Zhou's confidant, yet he is so polite to a business manager.
"Hello, Secretary Guan." Lin Tianbao was a little overwhelmed and could only politely salute Guan Jinpeng.
Everyone present seemed to realize that Lin Tianbao was not a smooth-talking person, and they all came forward to talk to him.
After Lin Tianbao learned the identities of these people, he was even more frightened.
Minister of Industry Wu Shouyan, Director of Agriculture and Fisheries Ling Jingye, Commissioner of Transportation Gao Youcheng, Director of Postal Affairs Kuang Qinghua,
In addition to these big guys, there are three members of the Central Executive Committee and two from the City Hall Trade Office.
All in all, half of the powerful people in Shanghai stock market are located here.
So many high-ranking officials came to a small restaurant to have a meal, and it was not just a simple meal.
Each of them prepared a gift list, and the items on it alone were enough to buy the Tian Xi Yuan.
Seeing this scene, even the brothers of the Ming family kept muttering to themselves, wondering what the identity of this Lin Tianbao was.
Ming Xuecheng and Ming Xueyi were even more confused.
When Lin Tianbao was dating Minglan, they had already checked his background.
He was a junior manager at Chen's Trading Company. If a brick fell on him in the French Concession, at least three or five junior managers would be killed.
How come so many dignitaries suddenly come to visit?
Several people stood aside and talked. The Ming family members did not dare to come closer. They just looked at Lin Tianbao with envy from a distance.
After a while, Minglan came out from the back and winked at Lin Tianbao, who quickly bowed and said, "Everyone, the upstairs boxes have been arranged. Please go upstairs."
Several people did not refuse, and went upstairs together politely. As for the people from the Ming family, this group of people did not even look at them.
The private room arranged by Minglan was the largest one on the second floor. Normally, it could seat eighteen people, and if they squeezed together, it could seat at least twenty people.
At this moment, there were only eleven people in the group including Lin Tianbao, and it still looked a little empty.
However, Minglan had already made arrangements. As soon as these people sat down, Ming Xuecheng and Ming Xueyi walked in with smiling faces.
Lin Tianbao knew that this was Minglan's arrangement, so he stood up and introduced the two uncles to everyone.
Ming Xueyi and Ming Xuecheng had smiles on their faces as big as morning glories, and they kept raising their glasses to toast everyone.
Before they finished drinking, their faces were already red and their stomachs were bulging.
The food and wine were served quickly. At this time, the two uncles of the Ming family no longer had any appetite and just stood there quietly.
Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to them and toasted Lin Tianbao.
Suddenly, the door of the box was pushed open again, and an extremely handsome middle-aged man with a walking stick walked in with a middle-aged man in military uniform.
Seeing this person come in, everyone present stood up unconsciously.
"Director Ding, you're a little late." Guan Jinpeng stood up and laughed, "You're late, you should be fined a drink."
Ding Cun laughed loudly, walked up to Lin Tianbao and said, "Boss Lin, I'm sorry, there's a lot going on at No. 76, I'm a step late."
"I toast to you with this cup. I wish Mr. Lin a prosperous business and abundant wealth."
Lin Tianbao was a little confused. Director Ding, number 76.
Isn't this the director of No. 76 Dingcun? He actually toasted me? Who are these friends that the boss found for him today?
At this time, not only him, but also the two brothers of the Ming family were sobered up by fright.
These dignitaries in the City Hall are not a big deal, but if you are rude in front of Director Ding, he can make you bankrupt in a minute.
What secrets does Lin Tianbao have? How could he be friends with such a person?
After Ding Cun and Lin Tianbao finished a glass of wine, they exchanged a few more words with a smile.
At this time, Dingcun pointed to the middle-aged man in military uniform behind him and said, "Boss Lin, let me introduce you. This is Ren Yuandao, the commander-in-chief of the North China Suppression Headquarters and commander of the Pingjin Garrison. He is a subordinate of the commander-in-chief."
"I came here this time because I have something to discuss with Boss Lin."
"Captain Song, I've already taken you to the place. If you have any requests, just tell Boss Lin yourself."
The middle-aged man holds the rank of major general, and from Ding Cun's tone, it can be roughly determined that this person's position is division commander.
The official positions in the Nanjing puppet government have always been rather chaotic, with major generals as numerous as dogs and lieutenant generals everywhere.
But the person in front of me really has some background.
Ren Yuandao was the commander of the North China Bandit Suppression Headquarters and concurrently the Pingjin Garrison Commander, with six elite divisions under his command.
Among them was Song Shiyuan’s 112th Division.
"Hello, Boss Lin. I'm Song Shiyuan, the commander of the 112th Division in North China."
"I came here uninvited today because I have something to discuss with Boss Lin."
Lin Tianbao was stunned. The man had an arrogant look on his face. He said he wanted to discuss something, but there was an unquestionable domineering look in his eyes.
"Commander Song, I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you."
Song Shiyuan chuckled and said, "Boss Lin is too polite. I heard that Boss Lin has the agency for the drug sales rights of Penicillin."
"When we were soldiers fighting in the war, the things we feared most were headaches, fevers, injuries to hands and feet, and the like."
"So, when I came today, I prepared five boxes of yellow croaker."
"I hope to use this money to bring back five boxes of penicillin. I wonder if Mr. Lin can help me?"
Lin Tianbao was stunned for a moment and then smiled: "Master Song, I don't have any medicine now, and the price has not been determined yet."
"Master Song, how about you wait a moment and I'll let you know when the medicine arrives in Shanghai?"
"No medicine? No way?" Song Shiyuan's smile suddenly fell.
"I heard that this drug has been sold on the black market in Shanghai for a long time."
"Boss Lin is telling me now that there is no medicine. Do you think Mr. Song is easy to deceive?"
"Or are you dissatisfied with the price of these five boxes of yellow croaker?"
"You want to raise the price?"
Lin Tianbao waved his hands hurriedly and said, "Master Song, what are you talking about? We just got the drug authorization. I really don't know where else this drug is sold in Shanghai?"