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"Huang Sheng from the Black Water Gang?"

Doctor Xu looked at the person who came and saw that it was Zhong Lin, and nodded: "If it's not him, then who else could it be? It used to be Bai Er Hei San, but now it's Bai San Hei Si. The world is getting more and more difficult."

What Doctor Xu said about "Bai Er Hei San" is that the white government takes 20% of the profit, and the black gangs take 30% of the profit.

The former can be understood as taxation. If you are a little stingy, you can still save some money. The latter is protection money. The key is that you can't not give it. The methods of the black gangs are more disgusting than the government.

Zhong Lin was very fortunate that he was favored by the government and became a painter in the government. Although he was only an extra-staff member, no one dared to ask him for protection money.

"Let's not talk about this. Did you buy the pills?"

"I bought them."

"How is the effect?"

Zhong Lin clenched his fists, feeling the stronger power than before, and said with satisfaction: "Very good."

"It's also very expensive, right?"

Zhong Lin's smile froze, and it hurt, my friend.

Xu Lewu sighed, "When I was young, I was an apprentice at Baicaotang in Tianyang County. Unfortunately, my qualifications were not good enough and I failed to become a pharmacist. That is a more magical field. It gathers the essence of hundreds of herbs and condenses them into a pill. What a pity!"

"Where did you learn the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup?"

"Yes, the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup should be called the Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Powder to be precise. It is a castrated version of the Blood-Replenishing Pill. It is the practice work of the apprentices of Baicaotang. Only by refining the real Blood-Replenishing Pill can you be qualified to become a pharmacist of Baicaotang. I was just a little bit short, just a little bit short!"

Dr. Xu's face was full of regret, just like those classmates of Zhong Lin in his previous life who did not get into college and were mixed up in society.

"Ah! Stop it, stop it."

While the two were talking, screams came from outside the door.

Zhong Lin and Dr. Xu looked at each other and walked out to watch at the same time.

I saw that Huang Sheng was commanding his thugs to beat up a father and son diagonally opposite the clinic. The screams just now came from the father and son.

"Is that... Old Wang and his son?"

Huang Sheng stood on the street and said loudly to the crowd: "Old Wang and his son are against the interest payment, which is against me, Huang Sheng, and the Black Water Gang, especially he dared to attack me..."

"Bah! Old Wang and his son are as weak as dough, how could they attack him? He did it on purpose, wanting to kill the chicken to scare the monkey." Doctor Xu cursed in a low voice, his face full of anger.

Sure enough, Old Wang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to explain.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, Huang Sheng kicked hard, and Old Wang fell to the ground wailing.

"Drag him away and beat him up. He dared to fight the Black Water Gang. Today I will let him know how to write the word death."

The two followers behind Huang Sheng hurriedly followed, kicking and kicking, and beat the old Wang and his son until they screamed.

"No, if you keep beating them like this, they will really be killed."

Doctor Xu pushed through the crowd and walked up, bowing to Huang Sheng and said, "Master Huang, please show mercy, please show mercy! If you keep beating them like this, someone will really die."

"Old Xu, I don't think you are afraid of death!"

Seeing that someone dared to come up to stop him, Huang Sheng's face became even colder.

"Don't dare," Doctor Xu said quickly, "Old Wang just had a serious illness two days ago, and his body hasn't recovered yet. This way of beating can really kill people! There are people from the government watching here!"

After saying that, he glanced at Zhong Lin who had been standing behind the crowd.

Huang Sheng also looked over, and when he saw Zhong Lin, his expression became even gloomier. It was obvious that he recognized Zhong Lin's identity.

Zhong Lin: "..."

Fuck you.

Zhong Lin didn't expect that he would be used as a shield, which made him want to beat Xu Lewu to death.

Huang Sheng bowed to Zhong Lin from a distance and said, "It turned out that it was Painter Zhong in person. Then I will give Painter Zhong a face today. Let's go."

After that, he led the thugs behind him and turned away, and soon left the street.

"Master Huang, isn't that man just a painter in the government office? Why should we give him face?" A thug asked with a puzzled look.

Huang Sheng snorted coldly and said, "Painter? He is not an ordinary painter. Does Chi Yan know?"

"Are you talking about the constable who often gambles in Happy Square? Isn't he dead?" Another thug took over.

"It's him, a warrior in the eighth-grade Yijin realm, who was killed by that painter."

As soon as the words fell, the thugs around Huang Sheng took a breath of cold air.

As thugs, they also know about the entry-level warriors. Their own Master Huang is a ninth-level warrior, otherwise he would not be able to be a small leader in charge of a street.

The eighth-level is stronger than the ninth-level, but now he was killed by a painter who looks relatively thin. It is really unbelievable.

Ignoring the conversation between Huang Sheng and others, Zhong Lin in the clinic looked at Xu Lewu expressionlessly.

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Xu Lewu also knew that what he had just done was not fair, and might even make Zhong Lin an enemy. He said awkwardly: "You can't just watch Old Wang get beaten to death! He really has no money. He had a serious illness a few days ago, and all the family savings were used to buy medicine."

"So you are using me as a favor?"

"How can I? This is not a matter of urgency..."

"Doctor Xu, do you want to make money?"

"Huh?"

Xu Lewu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhong Lin to change the subject so quickly. He was still questioning him, and then he asked directly if he wanted to make money.

"I asked you if you want to make money?" Zhong Lin said again.

Xu Lewu looked at Zhong Lin warily and shook his head, saying, "I don't want to make dirty money."

Xu Lewu is a doctor in a clinic. It's easy to make some dirty money, such as substituting inferior medicinal materials for good ones, or prescribing more medicine for you.

But although Xu Lewu has a hot temper, he still has the integrity he should have, and he doesn't want to make these unscrupulous money.

Zhong Lin rolled his eyes helplessly and said speechlessly, "Don't worry, I don't want to make money either."

"Then tell me."

"Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup."

"Oh! I thought you were talking about something! Do you want to sell the Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup to those martial arts schools? It's useless. Each martial arts school has its own secret medicine, and the effect is not inferior to the Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup. Moreover, those martial arts schools are not allowed to do this. This is stealing their business."

Xu Lewu waved his hand, thinking that Zhong Lin was talking about some good idea!

"Who said I want to sell it to the martial arts school? There is another place to sell it."

"Where?"

"The black market."

Xu Lewu was stunned when he heard this. He kept thinking about the feasibility in his mind, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter.

The black market is full of mixed people, and some are even more shady. They dare not enter the county during the day, let alone buy medicine, and these medicines just happen to correspond to these people.

"You are responsible for making medicine, and I am responsible for selling it on the black market. How about 50-50?"

Zhong Lin smiled and told his plan.

"Why 50-50? I provide the medicinal materials and make the medicine. You are just responsible for running errands. It's too much for you."

"Then go by yourself."