Campus Cultivation Master
Chapter 480 - 482 Disregard for Ancestors

Chapter 480: Chapter 482 Disregard for Ancestors

When they heard about Du Zitong’s annual salary had reached seven digits, the eyes of Mo Yanfang’s distant aunt and mother bulged out.

"Seven digits, my goodness! Xiao Fang, you should learn from Zitong. Look at yourself, when will you ever earn a seven-digit salary?" Mo Yanfang’s mother said.

Mo Yanfang’s distant aunt chimed in, "That’s not right what you’re saying, cousin. Xiao Fang is a girl; what use does she have for earning so much money? The man she chooses should earn that much. Chu Feng, don’t you think I’m right?"

Chu Feng nodded. He very much agreed with Mo Yanfang’s distant aunt’s point of view. That’s why Chu Feng had always been working very hard to earn money.

Seeing Chu Feng nod, Mo Yanfang’s distant aunt said, "Chu Feng, so when do you think it will be possible for you to reach an annual salary of seven digits?"

Chu Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "Seven digits could be a bit difficult, but eight or nine digits shouldn’t be hard."

"Haha! Eight or nine digits, you think I’m here to count numbers with you?" Mo Yanfang’s distant aunt laughed exaggeratedly upon hearing Chu Feng’s words.

Chu Feng shrugged his shoulders. There was nothing he could do if others didn’t believe what he said.

For the current Chu Feng, a seven-digit annual salary was indeed quite difficult. A seven-digit daily income would be more likely.

Now, through a series of mergers and acquisitions, Chu Feng’s daily income at Fengjing Group had already exceeded seven digits.

After all, just Kai Sheng Group’s daily contribution was worth more than that figure. As for the subsidiary entertainment and security companies, they were profiting every day. Of course, Chu Feng hadn’t even counted in He Sheng’s casinos; if those were included, his daily income was definitely close to nine digits.

A seven-digit annual salary was practically an insult to Chu Feng.

Seeing Chu Feng like this, Du Zitong became even more smug. However, Mo Yanfang’s father felt somewhat disappointed in Chu Feng.

Because, to him, Chu Feng seemed like a young man who was all talk without a sense of practicality.

Mo Yanfang, seeing Chu Feng make such brash statements, became a bit anxious and took the initiative to speak up for him, "Chu Feng’s medical skills are also very impressive. In school, he even won against doctors from Korea."

When Du Zitong heard that Chu Feng also knew medical arts, he was somewhat surprised. However, when Mo Yanfang mentioned that Chu Feng had only won a competition in school, he dismissed it completely.

Because, in Du Zitong’s view, school competitions often had too many underhanded tricks and weren’t really worth boasting about.

"I never expected to meet a fellow professional. I wonder if you’re more proficient in Western medicine or Traditional Chinese Medicine?" Du Zitong asked.

Chu Feng said, "I know a bit about both Western and Chinese medicine, but I’m more proficient in Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Mastering Traditional Chinese Medicine is quite difficult, and it doesn’t get recognized internationally. Moreover, many theories of Chinese medicine are just made up out of thin air, not worth promoting. If you really like medical skills, I suggest you switch to western medicine. If you are indeed talented, I can introduce my teacher to you," Du Zitong said in a manner of an elder lecturing a younger one.

Pausing for a moment, Du Zitong then said to Mo Yanfang’s father, "Uncle, I heard that your pharmaceutical company mainly produces traditional Chinese medicine. I advise you to switch to western medicine instead. Western medicine is relatively more profitable, and hospitals purchase it more frequently. If you make western medicine, I think I can persuade my father confidently."

"Exactly, brother-in-law, I’ve been telling you to make western medicine. Why bother with Chinese medicine, which is just some grass roots and tree barks, they are practically worthless. Moreover, foreigners don’t recognize these things at all," Mo Yanfang’s maternal aunt added.

In fact, Mo Yanfang’s maternal aunt’s family also runs a pharmaceutical company. However, they produce western medicine.

"There’s nothing wrong with Chinese medicine, it’s just that people haven’t yet recognized its value," Mo Yanfang’s father, also a stubborn man, was hard to persuade once he set his mind on something.

After hearing Mo Yanfang’s father’s words, Chu Feng felt a growing fondness for him. After all, pharmaceutical companies that solely produce Chinese medicine are truly rare nowadays.

Chu Feng said, "Uncle, I agree with your view. Western medicine indeed has its advantages. However, Chinese medicine is more orthodox and also has more advantages. It’s just that people have some misunderstandings about Chinese medicine. They have not yet truly recognized the essence of Chinese medicine. When people do recognize it, Chinese medicine will definitely develop very well."

Chu Feng’s words struck a chord in Mo Yanfang’s father’s heart. He immediately raised his glass and said, "Well said, I like that. Let’s drink to that."

Chu Feng and Mo Yanfang’s father clinked glasses, but the other four people were quite displeased.

"Chu Feng, winning over someone isn’t about flattering or brown-nosing. It requires real capability and genuine value. If you can’t even afford to buy a house, how can you think about getting married?" Mo Yanfang’s maternal aunt said earnestly, trying to teach Chu Feng a lesson.

Chu Feng just smiled and did not argue with her. He was not there to cause trouble; he was there to help. Besides, he had already promised Mo Yanfang that he would endure, so he preferred to speak less.

The silence from Chu Feng made Du Zitong feel somewhat uneasy.

With a smile, Du Zitong asked, "May I know who your master is? I am also acquainted with a few renowned Traditional Chinese Medicine experts. Perhaps I might know your master as well?"

Chu Feng responded, "My master is not a celebrity; you might not know him even if I tell you."

"Not a celebrity? Could he be an unschooled herbalist then?" Mo Yanfang’s maternal aunt seized the opportunity to relentlessly criticize Chu Feng.

"Aunt, true experts can be found among the common folk. Even among unschooled herbalists, some are masters," Du Zitong said with a smile, joining in the conversation.

Mo Yanfang could no longer hold back and said, "Chu Feng’s medical skill is ten times more proficient than you can imagine. What’s the point of saying all this? Western medicine isn’t even ours; Chinese medicine is our own. By extolling western medicine like this, you are forgetting your roots."

Mo Yanfang had always been with her father, and having heard such thoughts frequently, she naturally spoke them too.

Mo Yanfang’s words made both her maternal aunt and Du Zitong look somewhat uncomfortable. However, Chu Feng clapped for Mo Yanfang and said, "Well said, the roots of Chinese medicine are in Huaxia. It’s a precious legacy left by our ancestors, and it should indeed be promoted and passed down. Uncle, if you truly are interested in Chinese medicine, perhaps there is a chance for us to collaborate in the future."