I, the prince in distress, send money

Chapter 11 The Thief Isaac and the Mastermind
Chris's medical skills were not very good, and he could not cure the diseases of the poor people in Neama. At most, he could only alleviate some of the symptoms and allow them to live a year or two longer.

This is true even if Chris has access to 21st-century online shopping platforms that allow him to buy unlimited quantities of industrial-age medicines.

And this disease is called poverty.

"Ugh……"

When Chris thought of this, he sighed.

After calming down, Chris continued to sit in the clinic, took out his mobile phone, and started watching the 21st century nipple music short videos, watching others repairing cow hooves and changing horseshoes on the small screen.

Such a painful world makes Chris unable to sleep at night. He has to use anesthetics to numb himself, just like an alcoholic drinks to escape the pain of reality.

Even so, Chris only looked at his phone for a few minutes before he had to put it away because someone came to see him for a medical consultation.

Winter is the peak season for diseases, so there are quite a lot of patients tonight, and most of them have similar symptoms, either a cold or a fever. Only a few people have external injuries such as muscle strains and fractures.

For the former, Chris usually prescribes herbal medicine, and only when the patient's condition is more serious will he grind the tablets into powder.

But whether it was herbs or pills, Chris only charged five copper coins.

As for the latter, it is also easy to treat, with medicine for trauma and wooden board fixation. For such patients, Chris charges a higher fee, ranging from ten to twenty copper coins.

The main reason is that the identities of patients with trauma are different. They are not purely poor people. They are usually thugs in gangs or low-level patrolmen. They don’t have much money in their pockets, but they are better off than the poor who have no food to eat.

Therefore, Chris's charges to them will be relatively reasonable.

In the middle of the night, Chris's black clinic finally quieted down. He found time to go to the small room behind the clinic. After a few minutes, he came out and slumped in the armchair, watching short videos.

"Dong...dongdong...dong..."

At this time, someone outside the clinic was knocking on the wooden door rhythmically, with short and long beats.

As soon as he heard the noise, Chris knew who was outside. He put down his phone and picked up the medical book that was placed on the table for decoration.

"Come in."

The door opened and a man in a grey cloak walked in. He looked no different from the other patients. He had a thick beard, a big red nose and prominent brow bones.

Just by looking at his face, you can feel that this person is not a good person.

"Isaac, now you're here, there's no one monitoring me outside."

"Before you came, I was outside. There were indeed two black dogs guarding the house opposite yours, but they fell asleep inside after a while because it was too cold."

Having said that, Isaac hesitated for a moment, and finally asked.

"Who are those people coming in and out of your house?"

"Are you talking about them?"

When Chris realized who Isaac was talking about, he chuckled quietly.

"They're a bunch of idiots from a foreign land. They're easily trusting of outsiders, but they're good fighters, fearless, and incredibly curious. It's best if you avoid them; they're very dangerous."

"But my daughter has been in contact with them, is that what you mean?"

"No, this was an accident. I didn't expect these idiots to go to the Slum Tavern, and I certainly didn't expect your daughter to be working as a tavern maid there... Anyway, what was she doing there?"

"She's investigating the whereabouts of a group of human traffickers, and that tavern is one of their bases. Now, what should we do?"

"Don't worry, let them do whatever they want. You can't control your daughter, and I can't control these strangers, so leave them alone.

Okay, send your people to the back. The goods you requested include a vat of coarse salt, two hundred pieces of homespun cloth, two hundred kilograms of broken tea leaves, flour... and an iron pot..."

Chris listed a bunch of odds and ends, but they were necessities of life. After hearing what he said, Isaac took out a cloth bag from his arms and put it on the table with a clang.

"Five small gold bars. This is the dividend from last time's income."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Yes, everyone has understood by now. Not only does Chris know Isaac, but the two of them are even in cahoots with each other.

Chris is the source of goods and is responsible for supplying them, while Isaac is responsible for transporting the goods to various slums in Neama City for sale. He then exchanges the money from the sales for small gold bars and gives them to Chris.

Chris took the gold bars to the 21st Century Online Shopping Platform to sell them, exchanged them for RMB, and then exchanged them for goods for Isaac.

This formed a closed loop.

In this situation, Chris made a small profit, as his apartment building came from that, but Isaac made very little money.

Because not only did he have to support a loyal team of smugglers, but he also sold goods to the poor at very low prices. Many times, when the poor could not afford to pay, he would not charge them.

This led to many people in Neyama being hostile to Isaac. Not only did this bastard smuggle goods, but he also priced the goods so low that their goods could not be sold at a high price.

Isaac's enemies, in addition to the various gangs in the slums, also include the patrolmen walking on the streets. They are more hostile to this smuggler than the gangs.

This bastard Isaac is involved in smuggling in Neyama, but he has never paid protection money to the police station. He simply doesn't know the rules. We must catch him, torture him severely, and force him to tell us who his supplier behind the scenes is!

The gangs and the police have always believed that Isaac was stealing their money, and they slanderously called him the Neama Thief. Then this name was changed to the "chivalrous thief" by the poor people of Neama.

It can be said that Isaac's job does not make much money, and he is also watched by gang members and police all over the city. If he is caught, the former's fate will be unimaginable.

It is very simple to change this situation. Just relax your moral bottom line a little, cooperate with some gangs or police leaders, and give the latter some profits. You are not such a saint.

Then Isaac's situation would be much better.

But by doing this, the poor people in Neama will not be able to enjoy cheap smuggled goods.

Thinking of this, Chris hesitated for a moment. He opened the bag and took a look. He took out two smaller gold bars and pushed them in front of Isaac.

Chris estimated the weight of the three gold bars left in the bag.

Although the purity of these three gold bars is not as high as that of modern gold bars, it is not low either. If you use them to make jewelry and then sell them, you can still make a lot of profit even if they are black gold without any certificates.

Faced with the two gold bars, Isaac did not reach out his hand, but shook his head.

Chris thought Isaac was a good man. In fact, the latter thought he was a real good man because he only charged a small amount of money but could provide enough supplies to fill a house.

Isaac thinks that Chris must be doing charity for the poor at a loss.

You must not take these two gold bars yourself.

(End of this chapter)