Practice starts with skill points.

Chapter 37 Blackwater Gang

"Huang Sheng from the Blackwater Gang?"

Doctor Xu glanced at the person who came and saw that it was Zhong Lin, and nodded: "It's not him. It used to be white two and black three, and now it's white three and black four. This world is getting more and more difficult."

What Doctor Xu meant by "two for white and three for black" 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 taxes. If you are a little frugal, you can save some money. The latter is protection money. The key is that you have to pay it. The methods of the gangs are more disgusting than those of the government.

Zhong Lin was very glad that he was noticed by the government and became a painter in the yamen. Although he was just a non-staff member, no one dared to ask him for protection money.

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

"bought."

"How's the effect?"

Zhong Lin clenched his fist, feeling a stronger force than before, and said with satisfaction, "Excellent."

“It’s also very expensive, right?”

The smile on Zhong Lin's face froze. It hurt, my friend.

Xu Lewu sighed, "When I was young, I was an apprentice at Baicaotang in Tianyang County. Unfortunately, my aptitude was lacking, so I couldn't advance to the Pharmacist level. That's a more magical realm, gathering the essence of hundreds of herbs into a single pill. What a pity!"

"Where did you learn how to make Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup?"

"That's right. To be more precise, Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup should be called Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Powder. It's a castrated version of the Blood-Nourishing Pill, a practice work for Baicaotang apprentices. Only by refining the true Blood-Nourishing Pill can one be qualified to become a Baicaotang pharmacist. I'm just a little bit short, just a little bit short!"

Doctor 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 struggling in society.

"Ah! Stop it, stop it."

While the two were talking, screams were heard outside the door.

Zhong Lin and Doctor Xu looked at each other and walked out to see what was going on.

I saw that diagonally opposite the clinic, Huang Sheng was directing the thugs around him to beat a father and son. The screams just now were made by the father and son.

"That's... Old Wang and his son?"

Huang Sheng stood on the street and shouted to the crowd, "Old Wang and his son are resisting the interest payment. They are resisting me, Huang Sheng, and the Blackwater Gang. Especially since they dared to attack me..."

"Bah! Old Wang and his son are as weak as dough. How could they possibly lay hands on him? He did it on purpose to kill a 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 defend himself.

boom!
With a dull thud, Huang Sheng kicked Old Wang hard, causing him to fall to the ground and wail.

"Drag him away and beat him up! He dared to stand against the Blackwater Gang. Today I will make him know how to spell death."

The two followers behind Huang Sheng quickly followed, kicking and beating the old Wang and his son until they screamed in pain.

"No, if you keep hitting me like this, I'll really kill you."

Doctor Xu pushed through the crowd and walked over, bowing to Huang Sheng and saying, "Master Huang, please show some mercy, please show some mercy! If you keep fighting like this, someone will really die."

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

Huang Sheng's face turned even colder when he saw someone dared to come up and stop him.

"Don't dare," Doctor Xu said quickly. "Old Wang just had a serious illness a few days ago, and he hasn't fully recovered yet. This kind of beating could really be fatal! There are people from the government watching us!"

After saying this, 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: “…”

Me.

Zhong Lin hadn't expected to be used as a shield, which instantly made him want to smack Xu Lewu to death. Huang Sheng bowed to Zhong Lin from a distance and said, "So it's Painter Zhong who's here. I'll give Painter Zhong a favor today. Let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and left with the thugs behind him, 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 on his face.

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 Place? Isn't he dead?" another thug continued.

"It was him, a warrior at the eighth level of Yijin Realm. He was killed by that painter."

As soon as the words fell, the thugs around Huang Sheng gasped.

As thugs, they also knew about the entry-level warriors. Their own Master Huang was a ninth-level warrior, otherwise he would not have been able to become a small boss in charge of an entire street.

The eighth rank was stronger than the ninth rank, but now he was killed by a painter who looked rather thin. It was really unbelievable.

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

Xu Lewu also knew that what he had just done was not fair and might even make Zhong Lin an enemy. He said sheepishly, "I can't just watch Old Wang get beaten to death! He really is broke. He had a serious illness a while ago, and all our family savings were used up on medicine."

"So you're doing me a favor?"

"How could that be possible! This isn't a matter of urgency..."

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

"what?"

Xu Lewu was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Zhong Lin to change the subject so quickly. One moment he was accusing him of something, and the next moment he directly asked 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, "I don't want to make money from dirty tricks."

Xu Lewu is a doctor in a clinic. It is very easy for him to make some dirty money, for example, by selling inferior medicinal materials as good ones, or by prescribing more medicine for you.

Although Xu Lewu has a hot temper, he still has some integrity and is unwilling to make money by doing something against his conscience.

Zhong Lin rolled his eyes helplessly and said speechlessly: "Don't worry, I won't make any money either."

"Then tell me."

"Eight Treasures Blood-Replenishing Soup."

"Hey! I thought that's what you were talking about! Are you trying to sell Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup to those martial arts schools? It's useless. Every martial arts school has its own secret medicine that's just as effective as Eight Treasures Blood-Nourishing Soup. Besides, those martial arts schools won't allow you to do this. You're 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 a martial arts school? There's another place I can sell it."

"where?"

"black market."

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

The black market is full of all kinds of people, some of whom are even shady. People don't even dare to enter the county town during the day, let alone buy medicine, and these medicines just happen to be what these people need.

"You make the medicine, and I sell it on the black market. 50-50, how about that?"

Zhong Lin smiled and told his plan.

"Why 50-50? I provided the herbs and made the medicine. You were just running errands. Your share is too much."

"Then go by yourself."

(End of this chapter)