Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 1251 Merit Completed, Everyone Gets What They Deserve; Old Hu Teaches You How to Recruit People (Bonus Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

Fang Yan praised Lao Hu:
"You're really something! You even brought Master Hai Deng into this. How did you convince him? By dumping foreign exchange?"

Old Hu leaned against the kitchen door frame, still clutching an enamel mug he hadn't had time to put down. Hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Hahaha... Why do we need to dump foreign exchange like crazy? The master is a monk, he doesn't eat meat or covet money. I was talking to him about using his medical skills to exchange for charitable donations. Our company wants to expand its influence, so we can donate to some charitable organizations in remote areas across the country."

“A charity organization?” Fang Yan was taken aback, and the first thing that came to mind was Hope Primary School.

Then I thought of the free medical programs supported by the foundation.

“I told the master that if he was willing to be a health consultant, the company would allocate a portion of its profits each year specifically to build ‘Traditional Chinese Medicine Free Clinics’ in the remote mountainous areas he had previously traveled to. We would also invite his apprentices and local TCM doctors to provide consultations, and the company would cover all the expenses and medicines.”

He paused, recalling Master Hai Deng's reaction earlier, and his eyes showed a hint of admiration:

"When Master Haiteng heard about the 'free clinic in remote mountainous areas,' he immediately sat up straight. He said that a few years ago, when he was traveling in southern Shaanxi, he saw children in the mountains with fever and cough, and there was no proper doctor. They could only rely on folk remedies to tough it out, and some children ruined their health in the process."

“I assured him that the free clinic would not only have medicinal herbs, but also provide training for local village doctors, teaching them to identify herbs and treat minor ailments, and the master immediately agreed,”

“He said…this is a proper thing to do to accumulate good deeds. As long as it doesn’t interfere with his treatment of Comrade Wang and doesn’t violate the rules of monastic life, what does it matter if he just hangs his name on it?”

Fang Yan was tossing the wok, the meat sizzling and oozing oil, when he heard this, he paused, feeling immense respect for the old monk.

Old Hu's "persuasion" was ultimately based on his accurate assessment of the master's benevolent intentions:

The monks don't seek money; they seek to "save people," and "building free clinics and saving people in the mountains" is exactly what they want.

"You're really something!" Fang Yan gave Lao Hu a thumbs up.

Hearing the praise in dialect, Old Hu took a sip of water and smiled:
"No problem! No problem!"

"What about Secretary Huang?" Fang Yan put the meat into the casserole and poured some Shaoxing wine into it to simmer. "He is someone close to Vice Minister Li, so he shouldn't easily take on this kind of 'advisor' job."

“Secretary Huang is even simpler.” Old Hu walked to the stove and handed over the washed vegetables. “I told him that our company is in talks with pharmaceutical companies in Hong Kong to turn the ‘attack the poison and protect the body’ formula for treating tumors into a traditional Chinese medicine. In the future, it can not only treat patients in China, but also be sold to Southeast Asia… At that time, we will need someone to liaise with the Ministry of Health and the State Drug Administration to control the authenticity of medicinal materials and drug standards. No one understands the policies and knows the ins and outs better than him.”

He lowered his voice and leaned closer: "I also told him that part of the money earned from these traditional Chinese medicine preparations would be used to establish a 'Traditional Chinese Medicine Oncology Research Fund,' specifically to support folk doctors like Mr. Tao to conduct research, so that they wouldn't have to face the lack of funding to process medicinal materials like before. Secretary Huang immediately asked, 'Can this fund guarantee that it won't be used for personal gain and will truly be used for research?' I said that Director Fang was overseeing it, and every penny had to be made public. He thought about it for a while and then agreed, saying, 'Being able to provide more patients with good medicine is more practical than writing reports in the office.'"

“These are all real achievements, without any exaggeration.” Fang Yan couldn’t help but nod in praise. Old Hu’s ability to “recruit people” was never based on throwing money at them, but on finding out what the other party cared about most: for Master Hai Deng, it was “free medical consultations in remote areas”; for Secretary Huang, it was “policy implementation that benefits more patients”; and for the Tao father and son, it was “sufficient funding for research and good medicinal materials and prescriptions”.

Just then, Tao Guang poked half his head in through the kitchen doorway, holding a notebook in his hand, with a slightly embarrassed smile on his face:
"Director Fang, Mr. Hu just told me that the company can set up a laboratory for my father under the Secret Recipe Research Institute to study our family's secret recipe, and can also directly source medicinal herbs from the original producing areas... My father was too embarrassed to ask earlier, so he asked me to confirm whether he can really make the decisions about this laboratory himself?"

Fang Yan paused, then looked at Lao Hu.

But he quickly realized what he was doing, wiped his hands, walked over to him, and patted him on the shoulder:

"Of course! If you want to buy any equipment or prepare any medicinal herbs for the lab, just tell me and Lao Hu directly. No need to go through those complicated procedures. We built this lab so that your family's excellent secret recipes and techniques won't be lost, and so that more good medicines can be made." Tao Guangzheng's eyes lit up, and he turned to run out: "I'll tell my dad right now! He wanted to do it before, and now it can finally happen!"

Watching his retreating figure, Lao Hu smiled and said, "When Mr. Tao was talking to me just now, he said that all he wanted to do in his life was to pass on his skills and cure more difficult and complicated diseases. I told him that I could take on apprentices in the laboratory and pass on his family's secret recipe to save more people, and he agreed on the spot."

Fang Yan added some rock sugar to the casserole, put the lid on, and said with deep emotion, "We brought them in not for 'company expansion,' but to provide them with a 'platform where they can get things done.' Mr. Tao has skills but lacks research funding and support; Secretary Huang understands policies and wants to bring good medicine to the market; Master Hai Deng wants to provide free medical consultations but lacks resources. Our company can fill these gaps, allowing them to focus on treating patients and conducting research. This is more valuable than any amount of money we could make."

Old Hu nodded, then suddenly remembered something and said:
"By the way, Old Zhu was the most supportive of the work just now. As soon as I mentioned it, he agreed. He even said he would give me his medication notes for reference."

Fang Yan was taken aback. Old Zhu truly lived up to his reputation as her great-uncle!
That's no exaggeration.

Overall, Lao Hu's recruitment efforts this time were quite successful, even bringing in the old monk. He didn't just persuade people; he gave everyone a chance to realize their original aspirations. Everyone wanted to do something for traditional Chinese medicine to treat illnesses and save lives, and the company simply acted as a bridge to make this intention a reality.

It seems that dialects have figured out how to persuade people.

"Dinner's almost ready, go tell everyone to get ready to eat." Fang Yan lifted the pot lid, and the aroma of braised pork filled the entire kitchen.

Old Hu smiled and agreed, then turned and walked out.

Before long, the food was brought out of the kitchen one after another.

Today, Master Haiteng, his disciples, and others sat at a table together, with vegetarian dishes specially placed in front of him.

The others had both meat and vegetables laid out in front of them.

Today, everyone here is from the company.

The meal was a lively affair. Old Tao never expected that he would be so lucky to be in Beijing and have such a great opportunity to dine with these celebrities.

The Tao family's ancestral graves are really emitting auspicious smoke. They're already over fifty years old, and suddenly they've become rich. Who the hell can they complain to?
Mr. Zhu chuckled and said that his influence in Beijing was all thanks to Fang Yan and Meng Jimin.

From his conversations with others, it was learned that people in the capital generally knew that he was related to the dialect, and that he had learned almost all of the dialect's skills. Although he was not an apprentice, he was almost as good as one.

That's why he just volunteered to join, in order to support the dialect.

Once he started, it went much more smoothly for others to join, and this proved to be true; even Secretary Huang joined in.

P.S.: That's all for today. Please come early tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)