Of the ten local pharmacies, eight belong to the Du family.

On this basis, the Du family spent a huge amount of money to build a traditional Chinese medicine mall.

The mall is five storeys high, just like the usual large shopping malls.

The only difference is that the interior sells neither jewelry nor clothes and bags, but only one thing.

Medicinal herb.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the medicinal herb mall was overcrowded.

Today is neither a weekend nor a holiday, and there are too many guests to count.

It is as lively as a temple fair during the New Year.

The car was parked in the parking lot at the entrance of the mall, and Song Feng and Niu Zhenguo walked in unhurriedly.

Just entered, Song Feng couldn't help but be taken aback.

It is worthy of the Nanling Du family, there is really something.

Covering a huge area, the five-storey medicinal material mall can see the scene of people flowing at all levels.

The fifth floor is the office area, where all the staff work.

Song Feng and the others took the elevator, from the first floor to the fourth floor, followed the signs, and walked all the way to the elevator leading to the fifth floor.

When I took the elevator up, I saw an electronic glass door.

Two security guards stood in front of the glass door chatting.

Seeing someone coming, the security guards immediately stopped talking.

One of the chubby security guards found that Song Feng and Niu Zhenguo were not wearing badges, and guessed that they were not the staff here.

"Two gentlemen, please stay, this is the office area, idlers are not allowed to enter."

"If you want to buy medicinal herbs, you can choose from the first to the fourth floor."

Song Feng smiled lightly: "Please inform me two, I want to see your old president Du Jingtian."

Knowing that Song Feng was coming to visit the old president Du Jingtian, another security guard said, "Sir, may I ask what is your name? Do you have an appointment?"

"My name is Song Feng, I didn't have an appointment, I came to Nanchuan to visit Mr. Du, and I bothered the two of you to help me report, so I can't thank you very much."

The other party spoke politely, and Song Feng was equally polite.

Different from ordinary security guards, the security guards in the medicinal herb mall have received vocational training, have a polite attitude, and talk well.

Seeing that Song Feng and Niu Zhenguo were majestic and well-dressed, not like ordinary little people, the two security guards exchanged glances.

The fat security guard, who was the first to speak to Song Feng, said, "Mr. Song, wait a minute, I'll go in and help you report."

Normally, guests who don't have a reservation will be stopped outside.

Seeing that Song Feng and Niu Zhenguo were not like ordinary people, the two security guards decided to make an exception and report it.

A few minutes later, the fat security guard came out of it and apologized, "Mr. Song, I'm sorry, the president's schedule is full today, I'm afraid I don't have time to see you."

"It's best to make an appointment with the old president's secretary in advance, so as not to fall in the air again."

Seeing this, Niu Zhenguo said unrelentingly: "Two brothers, please go in and report it again, just say that Niu Zhenguo, the president of Jiangcheng Commercial Bank, has come to visit, and Mr. Du has seen me, and he will definitely take time out of his busy schedule to meet us."

The fat security guard was embarrassed: "Don't embarrass us, we are just security guards, not the company's management, and we are not the henchmen of the old president."

"Without an appointment, you can't get in, you better go back and find a way to make an appointment with the old president's secretary, otherwise you will be empty every time you come over."

Knowing that Niu Zhenguo was the president of a commercial bank, the two security guards behaved more politely.

Although they don't know Niu China, they have a good professional quality and always maintain politeness.

Song Feng said lightly, "Since Mr. Du doesn't have time, let's come back another day."

"That's fine."

Niu Zhenguo sighed a few times.

People do things according to the rules, what can they do?

Not to mention Mr. Du, any entrepreneur will not approach outsiders casually.

Make a reservation in advance, this is the rule.

Don't talk about others, just talk about Niu Zhenguo himself.

As the president of a commercial bank, there are hundreds of people who want to see Niu Zhenguo every day, and Niu Zhenguo's time is precious, how can anyone come to see whom.

If you want to see Niu Zhenguo, you have to make an appointment with him first.

If there is no appointment, the secretary or assistant will arrange the meeting.

People do things according to the rules, whether it is Song Feng or Niu Zhenguo, they can't find any fault.

"Mr. Song, look...... Mr. Song, what are you doing?"

The two came down from the fifth floor, and Niu Zhenguo was distraught and asked Song Feng's opinion.

Before he finished speaking, Song Feng seemed to be attracted by something, and walked quickly to the front of a row of counters.

The fourth floor sells high-end Chinese herbal medicines, Song Feng called the waiter, selected a variety of precious herbs in a row, and happily paid the bill.

After getting the cashier slip given by the other party, Song Feng said coldly, "Miss waiter, please call your manager over, I have something to look for him."

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, what happened to you?" Maybe I can help you with that."

"Your mall sells problematic Chinese herbs, can you handle this matter?"

As soon as these words came out, all the nearby salesmen looked at this side.

The customers who were shopping also stopped what they were doing.

Without exception, everyone suspected that they had heard it wrong.

In this Chinese herbal medicine mall opened by the Du family with a lot of money, there has never been a fake medicine.

No one ever said there was a problem with the herbs here.

The waiter obviously didn't believe that there was a problem with his own medicinal herbs, and said with a somewhat indifferent expression, "Sir, you haven't taken it yet, so you say that there is a problem with the Chinese herbal medicine, which is a bit of a matter of assumption, right?"

"I didn't take it, just by my eyes, through my nose, I could tell the problem."

Song Feng said without changing his face, "Miss, call your manager, you can't handle this matter."

"The Du family's tricks on this are no longer smashing signboards, but to completely destroy their reputation for hundreds of years."

Niu Zhenguo was shocked and said, "Mr. Song, how can you be sure that there is something wrong with these medicinal materials?"

Song Feng said indifferently: "Mr. Niu, how can I forget, I am a Chinese medicine practitioner, and Chinese medicine is not only good at treating people, but also good at tasting the quality of medicinal materials through smell."

"The medicinal properties of these herbs are obviously insufficient, and the appearance looks perfect, but in fact, they are all things that are not useful."

Song Feng picked up a ginseng in front of him and said in public, "Everyone, please see, this ginseng is priced at 180,000 yuan, and the product introduction says that it is pure wild ginseng, but it is actually artificial ginseng."

"Cordyceps sinensis is also grown by hand."

"Look at this again."

When the words fell, Song Feng dropped the ginseng in his hand and picked up a Ganoderma lucidum.

The price of Ganoderma lucidum is 60,000 yuan, and it is clearly written that it is pure wild Ganoderma lucidum that has been picked by hand.

Song Feng said lightly, "The real wild Lingzhi is completely different in size, and the color is brownish-black, and when placed on the light, there will be wisps of luster."

"The artificially cultivated Ganoderma lucidum is almost the same size, the color looks brownish-black, but it is actually brown, and the medicinal properties of artificial Ganoderma lucidum and wild Ganoderma lucidum are 108,000 miles apart."