Chapter 54 The Governor's Pen

  The elevator arrived at the fifth floor, Qin Lang had already put aside the cheap stepmother thing for the time being. Because for him, what's more important now is to find the missing materials, this is a matter of life and death.

  "Welcome."

  The beautiful receptionist at the entrance of Fugui Pharmacy bowed 90 degrees to Qin Lang, who was walking towards her, with an attitude that customers are gods.

  Qin Lang was taken aback, having almost run through all the pharmacies in the city, but he had never seen any pharmacy with a receptionist at the door. He couldn't help but think: It seems that the chatty driver wasn't talking nonsense after all, this rich and luxurious pharmacy is really different, no wonder it's one of the top in the province.

  As soon as he walked in, Qin Lang was immediately drawn to the super-large scale of Fugui Great Pharmacy. The entire five-story building, covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, was divided into several regions, filled with various counters. There were areas specializing in health products, imported medicines, Western medicines, as well as Chinese patent medicines and traditional Chinese medicinal materials.

  Luckily Qin Lang was someone who had seen the big world before, if it were an ordinary person who just came in here, they would definitely be scared out of their wits.

  It's really a big hand! I didn't expect Ping'an City to have such a large-scale pharmacy, and I just found out now, it's really too embarrassing. Qin Lang's eyes lit up, he felt more and more that this place must be able to buy the two medicines he needed.

  The business in the pharmacy is very good, especially in the imported medicine area and health care products area, which are almost packed with people. From their clothes and dress, it's not hard to see that these customers are either rich or noble, with a face that doesn't care about money.

  Apart from customers, the pharmacy is filled with mobile sales ladies who wear professional smiles to guide customers in purchasing satisfactory products.

  Qin Lang's arrival attracted the attention of several salesgirls nearby, but their gaze only lingered on Qin Lang for a moment before shifting to other places.

  "Huh, can't these salesgirls see that I'm here to buy medicine?" Qin Lang thought it was strange, but suddenly the salesgirls who had been ignoring him nearby lit up and swarmed over to him like cats smelling fish.

  Isn't this reaction too slow? Qin Lang smiled and shook his head, thinking that these sales ladies had just discovered his existence and were going to choose one from among them to make a quick purchase of medicinal materials. Who knew, before he could even react, these sales ladies actually brushed past him and rushed straight to the entrance behind him.

  Qin Lang was suddenly stunned.

  Turning around, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a brand-name suit and carrying a briefcase, walking in with his arm around a young and seductive woman.

  Those sales ladies surrounded the two of them, their faces full of smiles, just short of holding up a sign and shouting: Choose me, choose me, hurry up and choose me.

  Qin Lang suddenly couldn't help but laugh and cry, muttering to himself: "It turns out they're just a bunch of selfish people!"

  He couldn't help but compare the attitude of the two welcoming ladies at the door, and his impression of this wealthy pharmacy suddenly plummeted.

  Fu Gui Da Yao Fang is indeed open to the rich and noble.

  He withdrew his gaze and Qin Lang didn't plan to bother these salesgirls who were staring at him like dogs either. He browsed around, got a sense of the direction of the traditional Chinese medicine section, and walked over.

  The Chinese medicinal herbs are obviously not very popular and have been arranged at the innermost part. Customers need to pass through several areas to get there.

  Qin Lang walked while looking around, his footsteps neither fast nor slow. Although he wasn't too fond of the greedy eyes in this pharmacy, it wouldn't stop him from getting familiar with the medical industry in this vast world.

  He will be refining elixirs later on and can't avoid interacting with the medical field, so he wants to take this opportunity to take a look around and get familiar with it.

  Just as Qin Lang was passing by the health products area, an unexpected event occurred. A young man with a package under his arm and a somewhat strange gait lost his footing, stumbled, and happened to bump into him.

  Qin Lang reacted quickly and immediately gave way.

  The young man failed to hit Qin Lang, but in the moment he fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand and grabbed randomly, coincidentally grabbing onto Qin Lang's pocket.

  A mere pocket of a garment, obviously not enough to feed an adult, Qin Lang's body was pulled forward, and after standing firm, the pocket was torn with a "ripping" sound.

  A business card, a pen, a bank card and a mobile phone all fell out of his pocket. Qin Lang hadn't changed clothes for several days, so the business card and pen that Director Ma had given him were still in his pocket, and he hadn't taken them out yet.

  The young man managed to avoid falling too heavily with this pull, but was hit on the head by Qin Lang's dropped mobile phone.

  The people around heard the noise and cast their eyes over, but they didn't know if it was a big deal or not, and soon withdrew their gaze as if nothing had happened.

  Looking at his torn pocket and the fallen items, Qin Lang frowned, he bent down to pick them up while scolding the young man who had fallen to the ground: "How do you walk?"

  "What's wrong with just walking like this?" The young man was obviously not in a good mood, and although he was the one who had bumped into someone, now he was covering his head which was hurt by the phone, glaring with his eyes, and began to speak rudely.

  Qin Lang's hand holding the pen stopped for a moment, and then his gaze stared at the young man with an unfriendly tone: "What did you say?"

  The young man's face pulled down, as if he was about to get angry, but just then his eyes scanned to the pen in Qin Lang's hand, and his expression changed immediately.

  The next second, he scrambled to his feet, beaming with smiles all over his face, and said apologetically: "Sorry sorry, it's my fault for not watching where I was going and bumping into you. Your clothes pocket is torn, let me compensate you with a new set of clothes. Conveniently, there's a clothing store in this Lianqiao International Building, please pick one out."

  Qin Lang didn't expect the young man to change his face so quickly, but seeing that he had admitted his mistake, he didn't plan on pursuing it further. He shook his head and said, "Next time, pay attention when walking, no need to compensate for the clothes."

  "How can I? I must compensate for the clothes. Otherwise, I really won't be able to rest assured." The young man hastily said.

  Qin Lang was getting impatient, staring at the young man for a while before silently picking up the things that had fallen to the ground in one swift motion.

  The young man apparently read the displeasure in Qin Lang's eyes and didn't dare to mention the matter of compensation for clothes again, but seeing Qin Lang putting a pen into another pocket, he couldn't help but say: "You... this pen is not bad, huh?"

  Qin Lang was taken aback and looked at the young man with a thoughtful expression, saying lightly: "I guess you can barely write."

  The young man's eyes lit up as soon as he heard it, and just as he was about to say something, Qin Lang had already ignored him and turned to leave.

  Looking at Qin Lang's back, the young man's eyes became hot, and he muttered to himself: "I'm going to make a fortune, this little master is holding Wang Shengchang's pen. I absolutely won't be wrong, last time Wang Shengchang came to our TV station for inspection, I personally witnessed Wang Shengchang using this pen to inscribe the TV station.

  A colleague from the radio station said that Governor Wang is particularly fond of writing calligraphy with a fountain pen, while others use brush pens to inscribe characters, but Governor Wang uses a fountain pen.

  The provincial governor's favorite pen was this customized pen with the words "Chaoyang" engraved on it, which was the governor's exclusive favor. Now it appears in the hands of this young man, what else can be said? This young man must be a very close person to the governor. If I take advantage of this opportunity when no one knows, and curry favor with this young man, won't my future prospects be bright?"

  As he thought about it, the young man's mood became excited. He felt that today was his lucky day, and if it wasn't for a coincidence, he wouldn't have had the chance to discover such a secret.

  Watching Qin Lang gradually move further and further away, the young man couldn't be bothered to think much more, bent down and picked up the bag that had fallen on the ground.

  He unzipped the bag and took a look, the young man secretly rejoiced: "It's okay, it's okay, the equipment didn't break, this was borrowed from Taiwan, breaking it would be costly."

  Rezipped his jacket, the young man shouldered his bag and chased after Qin Lang in the direction he was heading.

  When he was still dozens of steps away from the Chinese medicinal herbs area, Qin Lang had already caught a whiff of the pungent and unique fragrance that only these herbs possessed. This kind of smell was something that ordinary people might not be able to tolerate, but Qin Lang liked it very much. Because when he was in the Dan Ding Continent, he hadn't smelled this kind of scent any less, not only had he gotten used to it, but it had even become an indispensable part of his life.

  The layout of the Chinese medicinal materials area is distinct and different from other areas, with row upon row of somber-toned wooden medicine cabinets that are filled with an old-fashioned flavor.

  There are only a few guests here, some of whom are selecting medicinal materials, while others are discussing something with the pharmacist.

  Qin Lang was about to walk over, but heard footsteps coming from behind, turned his head to look, and it was the young man who had caught up. He immediately frowned in displeasure, and coldly swept a glance at the other person.

  The young man touched Qin Lang's gaze, slowed down his pace, and finally didn't dare to get closer, but instead sneaked around the surroundings, but his line of sight was always circling around Qin Lang.

  Qin Lang saw the situation and didn't pay attention to it anymore. He vaguely guessed that this young man might have recognized the pen in his hand, which was given by the provincial governor. However, he had no intention of making an issue out of this pen. Moreover, towards this mysterious and cunning young man, Qin Lang instinctively didn't have a good impression.

  "Excuse me, is Di Fu Zi and Tong Ma Cao sold here?" Qin Lang asked a medicine master who was drinking tea idly.

  The medicine master being questioned was a man in his thirties, sitting comfortably on a rattan chair, sipping tea and playing with an abacus. The abacus, which had been eliminated by the times, could now only be seen in the traditional Chinese medicine industry that adhered to ancient traditions.

  When he heard Qin Lang's words, the man raised his eyelids, glanced at Qin Lang, and then lowered his eyelids again, as if he hadn't seen anyone.