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After those words, the room fell silent again. A moment later, Xu Zhensheng spoke slowly, his voice steady: "His exact words were, 'I don't want to see what our ancestors left behind squandered in our generation'?"

Xue Boshou nodded: "That's roughly the idea. I don't remember the exact words, but it's very close."

Xu Zhensheng remained silent for a long time before looking at Xue Boshou: "What do you think?"

Xue Boshou met his senior brother's gaze without flinching, a slight smile playing on his lips, revealing an undisguised smugness: "I think it's feasible."

Xu Zhensheng looked at him, a hint of inquiry in his eyes: "Do you think he genuinely wants to do this, or is he just saying it casually?"

"How could that be? He's been thinking about it for a long time, he just hasn't had the chance yet," Xue Boshou said. "Besides, don't forget, he's also a recipient of the Medal of the Republic. Having him around will make many things much easier."

As he spoke, Xue Boshou pointed upwards, and everyone understood what he meant. It was only right that the higher authorities would pay as much attention as possible to such a young recipient of the Medal of the Republic.

The confidence behind those words subtly moved everyone present.

Xu Zhensheng nodded and didn't ask any further questions. He simply picked up his thermos and took a sip of water, seemingly lost in thought.

Chen Keyi sat to the side, watching Xue Boshou's smug look, and couldn't help but snort: "Old man Xue, look at you. You just took on a good disciple, and you're already wagging your tail."

Xue Boshou nonchalantly picked up his teacup, blew away the foam on the surface of the tea, took a sip, and slowly put the teacup back: "What can I do? I'm just lucky."

Chen Keyi was taken aback by his retort, and glared at him irritably. "I'm his mentor too!"

Li Guizhi laughed and said, "Alright, alright, let's get down to business! If we really have to do this, what can we old folks do?"

Xue Boshou put down his teacup, his expression turning serious: "This is why I invited everyone here today. Deng Zhe said he can't do this alone; we old guys have to step up and take the lead. We'll be responsible for setting the standards and controlling the professional direction, while he'll provide the money, resources, and technology. To put it bluntly, he provides the capital, and we provide the expertise."

"Is he really willing to spend that much money?" Zhou Wenqi was somewhat skeptical. "To establish a standard system covering the entire industry chain, you won't even see a ripple without spending billions."

"He said money is not a problem," Xue Boshou said. "His company, Dengxu Technology, invested over 10 billion yuan in research and development last year alone. For him, as long as he believes something is worth doing, he has no shortage of money."

Upon hearing this, the veteran traditional Chinese medicine doctors fell silent.

They've spent their entire lives in this industry, and have seen too many politicians and businessmen who talk a good game but never spend a penny.

It's extremely rare to see someone like Deng Zhe who can speak about the entire industry chain and industry standards, and who also has substantial financial support behind him.

Xu Zhensheng finally put down his thermos. "Since the direction is feasible, we can take the lead together. But we need to set truly effective standards. We can't just write them down behind closed doors. We have to go to the production areas, see, ask, taste, and test them. If these standards are just written down on a whim, they will not only be useless, but will also harm the people below us."

Xue Boshou nodded solemnly: "Of course, writing scientific standards requires on-site research. Although we are too old to travel too far, we have many students and grand-students! Gather all the old folks, two or three of us assigned to each province, and take our students and grand-students to conduct field research. Only in this way can the standards take root."

Upon hearing this, Chen Keyi couldn't help but show an expression of agreement: "Old Xue's words are indeed true. With so many of us, as long as the money is right, these things are not a problem!"

"Therefore, I propose," Xue Boshou looked at everyone, "that we first set up an organizational structure and establish a Chinese medicinal materials standards working committee, with my senior brother as the director."

"That's a good idea." Xu Zhensheng pondered for a moment, "However, I'm not suitable to be the director. Boshou, since you were introduced by your apprentice and are also his master, you should be the director, and I will be the advisor to help you guide the direction."

"Senior brother, how can this be?" Xue Boshou waved his hand. "You've spent your whole life researching medicinal herbs; you're more qualified than me to be the director..."

"I'm eighty-six," Xu Zhensheng said calmly. "I'm six years older than you, and I don't have as much energy as you. For such an important matter, someone who can handle the situation needs to take charge."

Xue Boshou wanted to say something more, but seeing his senior brother's determined look, he remained silent for a moment before finally nodding: "Alright, I'll listen to you, senior brother."

At this moment, Qian Jingchuan, who hadn't said much until now, spoke up: "Old Xue, where does your apprentice plan to start with this?"

"Let's start with the quality management standards for Chinese medicinal materials production," Xue Boshou said. "We selected twenty authentic medicinal material producing areas as pilot areas in the first batch, starting with standardized planting, and then gradually extending it to the upstream and downstream."

"He even chose the medicinal herb producing areas?" Qian Jingchuan was somewhat surprised.

"He said he had thought about this a long time ago, so the information on the place of origin was readily available." Xue Boshou smiled. "He is a man who always does things methodically and will not fight a battle unprepared."

"Then let's do it!" Wang Zhiyuan slammed his hand on the table. "We old guys usually can't get anything done even if we want to, but today someone's leading the charge, providing the money and resources, so why don't we give it our all?"

The atmosphere in the meeting room was completely ignited by those words. Several men in their seventies and eighties had their eyes shining, as if they had regained the drive and energy of their youth.

"Alright, alright," Xue Boshou tapped the table, "Now that everyone has expressed their opinion, let's settle on the terms of the agreement."

For the next while, the group of experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioners chatted away, one after another. They discussed everything from the logic behind setting planting standards to the relationship between the harvest season and the effective components of medicinal herbs, and then to the temperature and humidity control during processing. They talked about everything in great detail and with great enthusiasm.

More and more people filled the meeting room, and soon it was almost full. A group of elderly men and women argued heatedly.

As evening approached and darkness fell outside the window, Chen Keyi finally stood up. "Alright, let's stop here for today. If we keep talking, we'll miss dinner. Old Xue, hurry up and write down the articles of association. We're waiting to see them."

"Don't worry!" Xue Boshou followed the others outside. "The results of today's discussions will be available soon!"

Xue Boshou saw everyone off to their cars, then called out to the last two, "Old Zhou, Old Qian, you two stay behind. I have some details I'd like to discuss with you privately."

Zhou Wenqi and Qian Jingchuan turned to look at him, and Xue Boshou waved: "Let's talk in my car."

The three of them got into the car, and Xue Boshou then turned to his two old friends, lowering his voice: "You've all heard what I said here today. There's one more thing I haven't said in front of everyone."

"What is it?" Zhou Wenqi asked curiously.

Xue Boshou pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "As I said, Deng Zhe wants to establish a Chinese medicinal herb base because he wants to control quality from the source. But some things can't be solved by standards alone. Our industry has deeper problems..."

Qian Jingchuan remained silent for a long time before finally saying in a deep voice, "You mean... the issue of the chain of interests?"