It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 433 [082] Great Kind Man’s Special Medicine

Qin Jiandan asked who released the advertisement for the special medicine for phlogiston disease. Zhu Shengzhi scratched his head and turned his gaze to his fifth uncle.

Uncle Wu cleared his throat and said, "Judging from the phone number left in the advertisement, it should be the 'Good Man Zhao' who lives in the Canal Villa District, right?"

Zhu Shengzhi showed a startled expression: "I remember now! It's that old guy Zhao Dechang! It turns out that he has phlogiston disease. The Buddha is wise. Good, good!"

Qin Jiandan was puzzled: "Why is Zhao Dechang called 'Zhao the Good Man'? Zhu Shengzhi, do you have any grudges with Zhao Dechang?"

Uncle Wu was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. He said, "Zhao Dechang was originally from the inner city, but he fled to the outer city because he broke the law. After he bought a house in the villa area, he felt that the outer city people around him were poor and dirty, so he bought all the surrounding land and turned it into a garden. Others said that because he was so 'kind', he couldn't stand the poor, and mocked him as 'Zhao the Good Man'."

Zhu Shengzhi rushed to say, "That's not all! Zhao Dechang's name has the word '德' in it, but he is actually very immoral. He lent money at high interest rates, hoarded goods, and took advantage of the situation to rob... He accumulated a lot of ill-gotten gains over the years, and ended up getting phlogiston disease in his later years. That's good, it's very good!"

Qin Jiandan rolled his eyes: "It sounds like what he does is similar to what you do. You probably hate him because he's your competitor. Some people lack morals, so their names have the character '德' in them. This is called making up for what you lack. Some people lack IQ, so their names have the character '智' in them."

Zhu Shengzhi knew that the young master was scolding him indirectly, but he couldn't get angry:

"Anyway, Zhao Dechang has contracted phlogiston disease. He has believed in various Mongolian doctors, tried various folk remedies, and even boiled eggs with boy's urine, but nothing has worked. He can only wait to die. Now he is probably willing to exchange all his property for a cure for phlogiston disease, but it's a pity that there is no cure in the world!"

Qin Jiandan had an idea: Although the medicine given by Doctor Li is a test product, it is definitely more useful than boy's urine. Zhao Dechang is a rich but unkind guy, why doesn't he use him for experiments and get gold coins at the same time?
"Well... Zhu Shengzhi, have your men spread the word that Yelong has a special medicine for phlogiston disease that they have just developed, but the quantity is limited and extremely precious."

Zhu Shengzhi took a deep breath and said, "Young Master, are you trying to defraud a terminally ill patient? You are so wicked and even more cruel than me!"

As he said this, he put his palms together and said, "What a sin! Although I also want to swallow up Zhao Dechang's property, I always hope that he will die first. How can the young master be so impatient!"

Qin Jiandan glared at him and said, "Don't worry about it. Just let someone spread the word and wait for Zhao Dechang to come and ask about it himself."

Zhu Shengzhi asked his fifth uncle to handle this matter, and his fifth uncle left after receiving the order.

Qin Jiandan patrolled the nightclub street and didn't find anything special to pick on. He only found a man selling DVDs in a narrow alley.

"Young Master!? This is the new "The Monkey King and the Seven Fairies Stop Time" and "The Jade Emperor Forces the Moon God". It's free. If you like it, you can take it for free!"

These DVDs should be the result of a collaboration between the Sorrow Cloud Group and the Fallen Cherry Group. Qin Jiandan watched a few of them with the guards at the headquarters with a critical attitude. They were more like comedies than erotic films.

Continuing forward along the narrow alley, Qin Jiandan was already very close to the secret entrance of the casino, but he heard a quarrel coming from a nearby restaurant.

"It's indecent~~~~"

"Who... who molested me? I bumped into you by accident. It's all your fault for flirting and swaying your butt while walking around next to me!"

Qin Jiandan changed his mind and walked into the small restaurant, the old sliding door opened to both sides, and Wangyou followed closely. Zhu Shengzhi cursed inwardly and followed with Yan Cangye.

The space inside is small and crowded, with only a few rickety tables and chairs, and outdated decorations and some nostalgic electronic devices hanging on the walls.

The perpetrator (also the only customer) was sitting on a chair with an arrogant attitude. He was the old Western man with a severely sunburned face that Qin Jiandan had met before.

At this time, he was even more drunk and could no longer recognize the identities of Zhu Shengzhi and others. Opposite him, a young waitress holding a tray had a red face. She must be the victim of indecent assault.

"I have money!" The old white man slapped a few Huanshicheng banknotes on the table. "I came to Dongcheng to have fun. Don't be so tactless! It's your honor to serve foreigners!"

The boss behind the simple bar had come over at this time. Judging from his interaction with the waitress, he should be the waitress's father.

Although his daughter's humiliation made him clench his fists, he still endured it: "Old man, you are drunk, get out of here before I do anything!"

The old white man didn't get beaten up right away, and thought the other party was afraid of him. His expression became even more arrogant, and smelly drool flowed down the corners of his mouth:

"Isn't it just money? Go and cook two dishes for me, the foreign master! Your daughter is pretty, would you like to stay with me for two days? The price is negotiable..."

The waitress shed tears of humiliation. Qin Jiandan walked over calmly and asked, "Which hand did he use to touch you just now?"

Previously, Qin Jiandan came to the Steel Flower Language Exhibition Hall to participate in the peace talks and stayed in Area 6 for a while. The waitress recognized him as the young master of the Night Dragon Society.

"Yes...right hand."

The old white man stared with a pair of drunken eyes, not knowing that his death was imminent. He stuttered to Qin Jiandan: "What are you looking at? Are you dissatisfied? Do you still want to make money from us foreigners?"

Qin Jiandan stood in front of him, looked down at him and sneered.

The old white man was a little nervous, but he still gritted his teeth and showed his determination to not admit defeat: "Don't think I don't understand. When you Orientals engage in politics, isn't the key to making more friends and fewer enemies? Just do business well!"

Qin Jiandan was so angry that he laughed: "That's true, but there's an old Chinese saying, 'When friends come, we have good wine, and when enemies come, we have shotguns!'"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" Before Qin Jiandan could finish his words, the old white man's right hand was broken off from the elbow. Qin Jiandan picked up the broken arm like garbage, and blood gushed out from the two broken ends, making the already greasy ground even dirtier.

The waitress took a half step back in fear, and the restaurant owner patted his daughter on the shoulder from behind, meaning that the young master was helping them vent their anger, so there was no need to be afraid.

The old white man covered his broken arm, slid down the chair to the ground with cold sweat on his face, and sobered up a lot.

He often went to Haihu District to spend money, where he enjoyed super-national treatment. He thought that District 6 under Zhu Shengzhi's rule was similar, but he did not expect to run into Qin Jiandan, the living devil.

"Who are you? How dare you take... take my hand..."

Because of the severe pain, he had to half-kneel in the blood. The old white man raised his severely sunburned face and gnashed his teeth at Qin Jiandan:

"When I go back... I will spread the word that East City is full of barbarians, and then no Westerners will come to consume here anymore!"

Qin Jiandan threw away his severed arm and snapped his fingers: "That makes sense, then don't go back. Yan Cangye, drag him to the kitchen and make him into a paste with the boss."

The old white man's face twitched: "You...what are you going to do to me?"

Qin Jiandan called Wangyou over to explain. Wangyou said in a serious tone of news broadcast:

"The so-called Fan Gao is a superstitious tonic from the Earth era. After some mountain savages with the custom of headhunting are killed, the collagen in their corpses is boiled into a jelly-like substance, similar to Niu Gu Gao and Gui Ling Gao. It is said that eating it can cure diseases such as malaria, and some people also believe that it has a certain effect on phlogiston disease."

Qin Jiandan added: "You Westerners are the descendants of barbarians. If not you, who else can we use to make the foreign ointment?"

“What nonsense! How dare you…” The old white man tried to struggle to stand up, but the blood on the ground was wet and slippery, causing him to fall several times in a miserable state.

"You devil! God will punish you! You are the enemy of all civilizations..."

Qin Jiandan snorted, "The word God was stolen from ancient Chinese books. In Dongcheng, calling God instead of Gad is a crime! Yan Cangye, why don't you do it?"

Yan Cangye, a third-stage disciple of the God of Killing, had been eager to try. After Qin Jiandan's repeated urging, Zhu Shengzhi had no choice but to remove the restrictions on Yan Cangye.

"Ah! Don't... don't kill me! It's my fault! I apologize! Don't boil me into paste!!"

The old white man was dragged into the kitchen by Yan Cangye, leaving a pool of blood on the ground. The restaurant owner hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, picked up the broken arm on the ground, and followed Yan Cangye.

The waitress stood there without daring to move. She said tremblingly, "Master, do you really want to boil this old man into a paste? I don't have any extra kitchen utensils at home. If the customers knew that a person was boiled in the pot..."

Qin Jiandan said seriously: "You must go too far to correct a wrong. If you don't do this, the foreigners will think that they can touch your butt at will!"

Then he turned around and gave Zhu Shengzhi an order: "Help this restaurant expand its kitchen and build a place that is separate from the chef and is dedicated to cooking the paste. From now on, any foreign devils who cause trouble will be cooked for me!"

The waitress covered her mouth and said, "But who would eat that kind of thing if it's cooked? Would it be thrown away as garbage?"

"Why is no one eating it?" Qin Jiandan laughed awkwardly, "Why don't you sell it to Mr. Zhao? He is advertising and asking for a large sum of money to buy the paste! From now on, whether it's real or fake, sell it to people like him and get gold coins!"

Zhu Shengzhi was shocked by Qin Jiandan's handling of the matter. He knew that Qin Jiandan was ruthless, but he didn't expect him to be so cruel. He had to wait more carefully for the opportunity to usurp power.

After the time-travel incident, Qin Qi's tough stance towards Westerners was transferred to Qin Jiandan through the flying dragon dark pattern, making Qin Jiandan even more disgusted with the foreigners' tyranny.

The screams of a pig being slaughtered came from the kitchen, making the waitress feel like vomiting, but Wangyou looked calm. She must have seen a lot of torture under Ding Yuyunxian, so she has seen a lot of things.

Hmm... Why does the flying dragon pattern seem to be aching? It hasn't happened for a while.

Fortunately, Wangyou was around, so he had someone to help him. Qin Jiandan became a little excited when he thought of this.

No, a real man should have patience, so I should try to leave it to Mu Yue! As for this extra feeling...

Qin Jiandan secretly used "time overwrite" to transfer his interest to Zhu Shengzhi!

And according to the reminder of the eldest brother, this time I want to try not to exchange status with the other party, but to unilaterally throw my own status over.

"Ok?"

Although Zhu Shengzhi was lustful, he was not the type who would act out at any time and place. He was more greedy for money than being lustful.

Especially when Zhu Shengzhi was hit, Yan Cangye was just coming back from the kitchen. As someone who liked extreme wing jumps, he always wore a black tights that showed off his curves, which to be honest was not very suitable for men.

Wait...how could I possibly have any feelings for a man...especially a guy like Yan Cangye...ahhh my baby is broken!

(End of this chapter)