No. 262, you are not as good as me! (First update!) ）

Under the leadership of Ouyang Lin, several people walked through the front hall of Kuji Hall and walked back through a secret door, and there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment in front of them.

Entering the front of you is a small courtyard with a quiet scenery, although it is winter, most of the leaves have already fallen off, but the specially transplanted bonsai is still simple and elegant. The four seasons green plants dotted in the middle are like icing on the cake, adding a touch of green to this slightly dignified and plain yard.

Further on, there is a small building that is seventy percent new. Qin Luo thought, probably this is a stronghold of the Ghost Doctor Sect in Yanjing. Is this Fighting Doctor Conference held here?

"It's not grand." Qin Luo secretly scolded himself.

The small building looks a little old, and from the outside, it is inconspicuous. However, when they walked in, they were immediately shocked by the decorations inside.

Qin Luo touched a bronze tripod more than one person high placed at the entrance of the stairs with his hand, and asked, "Is this real or fake?" ”

"Ding is naturally real." Ouyang Lin glanced at Qin Luo with disdain and said, "It's just an imitation of the Warring States Wuji Ding." ”

Qin Luo pursed his lips and said to Wang Yangxin: "It turned out to be a stall. I thought it was true. ”

"I thought it was true, too." Wang Yangxin also didn't like the arrogant and conceited Ouyang Lin, and said: "There are too many fakes these days, and they are too difficult to recognize. The fake ones are almost the same as the real ones. Some time ago, I heard that someone paid 100,000 yuan to buy an ancient painting of Zhang Guolao riding a donkey upside down, but when I came back and took a closer look, Zhang Guolao was wearing a pair of old man's scalp shoes——"

Qin Luo and Wang Yangxin looked at each other and smiled, Ouyang Lin's teeth itched.

However, Ouyang Lin's next words made Qin Luo and Wang Yangxin's hearts very uncomfortable.

"It's really in the old house. How is it possible to casually put it outside? Ouyang Lin said proudly. Besides, it's a place to stay temporarily. This kind of ghost place, the conditions are so poor, who will live here for many years? ”

"How do you know that your Fang Ding is real?" Qin Luo asked with a smile.

"Of course I do. What the ancestors left behind is still fake? ”

"What if your ancestors lied to you?"

"You—" Ouyang Lin sneered. "If you can't eat grapes, you say grapes are sour." I know the minds of people like you all too well. Small-bellied chicken intestines are difficult to become big. ”

Qin Luo didn't care about his deliberate belittling, and said: "I just remember that my friend also has a statue like this at home, and he also told me that it was handed down by the ancestors and is priceless. I'm afraid you've all been deceived. Zhang Guo can wear leather shoes, and your Ding may also have some flaws to find out. You'd better knock off a piece when you go back and take the "Treasure Appreciation" to identify it. ”

The reason why Qin Luo knew about "Treasure Appreciation" was because when he accompanied Lin Qingyuan to watch TV, he accidentally saw it once. The old man is very fond of this show.

And what makes Qin Luo's memory still fresh is that the host always said with a dignified and elegant smile: "This gentleman, now please show your baby to everyone to see."

In front of the public, let the man shine the baby - the pure and kind classmate Qin Luo was suddenly scorched by this line. It's too powerful, it's too direct, it's too lewd.

Ouyang Lin snorted coldly, disdainful of talking to Qin Luo. Just blindly leading the way in front, when Qin Luo asked him again if those celadons, landscape paintings and other items were real or fake, he also pretended not to hear.

Seriously, if he doesn't say it's fake, what can you do?

Is it really knocked down and sent for identification? Sick.

On the third floor, Ouyang Lin stopped at the door of a room. Gently slammed the door, and there was a sound of invitation to enter.

Entering the main room, Qin Luo once again felt the luxury and extravagance in this inconspicuous small building, a full set of mahogany furniture, blue and white porcelain more than one person high, a luminous unicorn head grinding, the original graphite inkstone that looks a little old, a bronze ruler, and an ink bamboo drawing of the eight monsters of Yangzhou Zheng Lao Wei hanging on the wall.

As long as you pay attention, every little detail is perfectly decorated. And those inconspicuous small objects are priceless treasures thrown out.

Of course, if the people of their Ouyang family like to slap their swollen faces and pretend to be fat, and everything in the room is all copycats, then it will be a different matter.

There were two middle-aged people sitting on the mahogany chairs, one was Ouyang Min in a black robe. The last time I was in Wang Yangxin, the Divine Needle King had met. He nodded slightly at Qin Luo.

Sitting at the top of the seat was a middle-aged fat man in a white suit, with a big back combed and a fat face full of red. Wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a large ruby ring on the finger of his left hand—he was less of a Chinese medicine practitioner and more of a successful outburster.

Originally, I thought that this legendary Chinese medicine gate must be high and paranoid, just like the old man of his own family. The characters in it should all be dressed in robes, with thin cheeks, introverted, and refined temperament, like Taoist priests who have sought the Tao.

The gap between fantasy and reality made Qin Luo no longer have any expectations for this trip to observe the ceremony, and he despised this ghost doctor sect even more in his heart. No wonder Chinese medicine has fallen here, probably from this man's outfit.

"Sect Master, Qin Luo is here. And a friend of his. Ouyang Lin stood in front of the middle-aged fat man and said respectfully.

He once said that Qin Luo was able to come as a guest to watch the ceremony because of the invitation letter written by his father. And when he came back, he immediately came over to report to the middle-aged fat man, proving that this fat man was the leader of the ghost doctor sect.

As for why Ouyang Lin called him the Daddy Sect Master, I don't know what the reason is.

Thinking about this truth clearly, Qin Luo's disappointment was already difficult to hide on his face.

It's like you're a warrior in iron armor with a prancing horse and a spear. When you hear that there is also a master in the enemy camp, the blood of the beast in his body is boiling, and he must be eager to fight him.

So, you rush forward with all your might. When you run to him, you find that he is an old man who cannot stand on his feet, and may fall down when the wind blows—are you disappointed?

Qin Luo faced this middle-aged fat man, this is how he felt.

Ouyang Ming's gaze kept rolling around Qin Luo's face and body, he wanted to see what kind of outstanding young man could make such a big momentum as the Chinese Medicine Guild. He even wanted to know what kind of young man he had the audacity to speak out and buy the underground Chinese Medicine Guild that they had maintained for thousands of years.

When he was very keen to find the slight ridicule and contempt in Qin Luo's eyes, the eyes behind the lenses immediately contracted violently, as if they had suddenly been pricked by a needle.

Yes, Qin Luo's eyes gave him the feeling of being pricked by a needle.

"You disdain?" Ouyang Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Qin Luo. He had small eyes and glasses, so when he squinted, it was as if he didn't have eyes. Only a faint crevice could be seen.

"Just a little disappointed." Qin Luo said frankly. He didn't want to hide it, and he didn't feel like he wanted to hide anything.

"You don't have to take an inch. Be polite. Ouyang Lin saw that Qin Luo dared to talk to his father like this, and said with a resentful face.

"I'm just telling the truth." Qin Luo said with a smile.

Ouyang Ming waved his hand and said, "Do you think I'm dirty, like an explosive household?" ”

Qin Luo was stunned, but he didn't expect him to know his style very well. Moreover, he didn't expect the other party to ask it directly.

"Not bad. You do look like an explosive person. Outbreak households who make a fortune by relying on traditional Chinese medicine. ”

"That's why you're disappointed?" Ouyang Ming looked at the sadness and anger that flashed on Qin Luo's face, and asked out loud.

"No," Qin Luo said. "The reason I'm disappointed is that you forgot your duty."

"Then tell me, what is our duty?" Ouyang Ming asked with a smile. He thought the young man in front of him was a little more interesting than he had heard.

"Carry forward Chinese medicine." Qin Luo said proudly.

"How do you know that we are not promoting Chinese medicine?" Ouyang Ming asked. "Almost all of the countless TCM pharmacies outside are opened by a few of us. Isn't this the promotion of traditional Chinese medicine? ”

"If this is to promote Chinese medicine, you are too lenient in your own requirements. Also, what about the money made by the big pharmacies? Didn't it all go into your own pockets? ”

"Do we make a difference?" Ouyang Ming stood up and said. "Isn't your Chinese Medicine Association also in the form of a joint-stock system? As far as I know, the largest shareholder of private enterprises is your Allure International, right? ”

Qin Luo knew that because he was worried that after the development and growth of the Chinese Medicine Association, some people turned red and kicked themselves away from the position of the president, at that time, the Chinese Medicine Association had no relationship with him, and the country he had worked so hard to build might also be ruined by those moths who only knew how to make money in their pockets.

Therefore, he discussed with Li Tingcheng and decided to use the form of a joint-stock system to avoid some problems. It is also this system that makes Qin Luo very bad. Someone in the medical system attacked Qin Luo, using this excuse. The ghost doctor sect smeared Qin Luo, and it also used this excuse.

Of course, Qin Luo did think about making money from the Chinese Medicine Association. He not only wants to make money for himself, but also for all those who are engaged in Chinese medicine work and contribute to the Chinese Medicine Association.

Profit is the main reason for the sustainable development of a group. Not friendship, not slogans, not even less whips.

"I'm different from you." Qin Luo said with a smile. "You are just busy making money on your own, and I will let all capable Chinese medicine practitioners make money. All the money you earn goes into your own pockets, and most of the money I earn will go back to the Chinese Medicine Association. ”

"The biggest difference between me and you is that you make Chinese medicine dead and lifeless. I will rejuvenate Chinese medicine, and I want to bring Chinese medicine to the world. ”

Qin Luo stared at Ouyang Ming with burning eyes, with an unyielding arrogance on his face, and said, "At this point, you guys are not as good as me. ”