I'm not mentally ill, I'm a master of a thousand faces!

Chapter 440, I am a God

This gave everyone on the film crew a certain feeling.

This movie, "Dying to Survive," is a pure, unadulterated action film.

It's a thrilling movie about an underdog's rise to wealth and power.

There's also a unique sense of humor in it.

Even Peng Yuyan herself felt that perhaps her painstaking search for patients was a mistake.

When filming reached this point, he seemed to have forgotten that he was a patient.

Yes.

I have Indian Gleevec with the same effects as the genuine drug. Poverty can no longer hinder my life. My platelets are boiling with money.

Is it because of Cheng Yong?

It was because of this medicine god that I survived.

correct.

Regardless of what kind of background or person Cheng Yong was to others, to himself and Lü Shouyi, he was the god of medicine who saved their lives.

Maybe our lives should just continue to be this enjoyable.

"A benevolent heart and skillful hands benefit all living beings, leaving behind an eternal name in the world. Oh dear, I already told you not to send any more banners, we can't hang them here, can we?"

Cheng Yong grinned as he hung the banner presented by the patient in his room.

This tiny, fly-by-night shop selling Indian herbal oil houses the largest Indian Gleevec agent team in Greater China.

The cost is 500 yuan, but I sell it for 5,000 yuan, and people still have to be grateful to me.

At this moment, Cheng Yong looked at the banner and smoked a cigar. He had originally intended to smoke a cheap Daqianmen cigarette butt, but he had switched to a Swiss cigar.

Money, fame, and fortune.

Enjoy the feeling of pleasure surging into your heart.

Li Yun truly felt the pleasure Lu Yong was experiencing—being flattered, loved, and yet earning money while maintaining her dignity.

Medicine God.

Right now, I'm a fucking god of medicine.

I am God, the God who gave you life! I not only give you life, but I also exploit your value, using your faith and money as nourishment for my enjoyment.

The small four-wheeled vehicle was replaced by a Mercedes-Benz, the tattered clothes were replaced by Armani, and the cigarette butts were replaced by cigars.

This feeling of being a god.

That's really amazing!

Li Yun was enjoying the feeling of being a god.

They are revered, worshipped, and supported.

But Cheng Yong's life is not so simple.

His sister-in-law, who was known for her incorruptibility, was the most outstanding detective in the entire police force.

Keen-eyed and impartial.

He received a case assigned by the bureau chief today.

Generic versions of Gleevec are rampant in Shanghai.

After shaking hands with Liu Qianqian, the pharmaceutical company's representative took out his own silk scarf to wipe his hands.

That feeling of upper-class people disliking contact with lower-class people.

Liu Qianqian is truly beautiful, and she maintains that image even in the drama. She is the most beautiful policewoman in the entire police force, with outstanding abilities and no shortage of suitors.

However, her handshake with the pharmaceutical company representative was still met with disdain.

Poor people always have a certain smell about them.

This is something this pharmaceutical representative always says.

The team leader is poor. No matter how beautiful she is, she is still poor. She is a poor person who struggles at the bottom of society every day and deals with the lowest of the low.

Poor people all have a certain smell about them.

A flavor fabricated by someone who is high and mighty, in order to distinguish themselves from others.

However, although the criminal investigation captain was puzzled by the pharmaceutical representative's behavior, after reviewing the case file...

They still took the case.

Selling counterfeit drugs is a heinous crime, and we, the police, have an inescapable duty to stop it.

"Cheer it down! Cheer it down! Cheer it down!"

Tonight's company team-building event took place in a brightly lit, decadent bar.

Everyone used expensive wine to celebrate the success of this period. Wang Chuanjun took off his mask, Huang Mao followed him wholeheartedly, and Huihui, the group leader of the patients' group with her child, was a pole dancer.

at this time.

The lobby manager came over.

Huihui, it's your turn to dance.

However, Cheng Yong refused.

"She's not allowed to dance! She's a guest today, how can she dance?"

Cheng Yong, this "god," used a commanding tone, the manner of a superior addressing a subordinate, to order Huihui not to submit.

Don't jump, you're a guest today.

The lobby manager smiled, his eyes narrowed.

"Brother, how about this? Let her go dancing, and then she can come back and drink with you afterwards, okay?"

The actor who plays the lobby manager is named Liu Zhao. He is a stuntman and actually looks quite fierce.

Those who practice martial arts naturally possess a fierce aura.

This lobby manager seems to be able to work as a bouncer for the establishment as well.

Someone that Cheng Yong, the greasy, cowardly man of the past, would never provoke, someone he dared not provoke.

But at this moment.

Cheng Yong, however, spoke with an absolutely disdainful tone, echoing those who had previously been far "stronger" than him.

All you want is money, so are you going to jump or not?

The crimson paper represents the ultimate beauty in the world.

money.

Everything is beautiful, the purest truth.

So, I'm asking you, are you going to jump or not?

"You just wait!"

The lobby manager made a harsh statement—and then basked in the glow of money, dancing with abandon.

Ruthlessness, dignity—everything boils down to one sentence: I won't stop until I get more money.

You pay me to trample on my dignity.

The graceful dance moves are displayed by this 'martial arts actor'.

Huihui cried—this was actress Tan Zhuo's improvisation.

It was as if all the dignity that had been lost before could be temporarily regained.

The actors got into character.

In the film "Dying to Survive," Huihui works as a stripper in a nightclub to pay for her daughter's medical treatment.

And Huihui, watching the sexy stripper—

Li Yun.

A series of wicked thoughts surged in Cheng Yong's mind.

I just helped her regain her lost dignity.

I helped her find a way to earn money to treat her daughter's illness.

I am God.

I'm her god

It shouldn't be a big deal for me to dominate her body; it's something I deserve, something I should be entitled to.

Besides, as a stripper, she must be very experienced in doing this kind of thing.

Li Yun was half-drunk at the moment, his thoughts half-reflected, and the expression on his face betrayed his intentions.

He wants it.

You must make demands.

To this 'believer' who is filled with immense gratitude towards him.

Request

"Let me take you home."

"No need, my home is very close."

"I'll take you home; it's not safe to walk at night."

Cheng Yong gave Huihui no chance to refute him.

It was as if the lobby manager hadn't been given any room to argue.

At this moment, Cheng Yong had completely entered the role of 'god'.

A "god" who controls everything within sight with money and resources.

At this moment, Huihui seemed to have regained some consciousness. She looked at Cheng Yong, and the smile on her face had disappeared.

The unspoken understanding between adults was evident when Cheng Yong arrived at her home. Huihui quietly went to take a shower, while Cheng Yong lay on the bed without any qualms—until he saw Huihui's daughter.

That person lost their dignity

Losing the bottom line

Giving up everything, all for this tiny life—

Yes, I can survive.

"Damn it! Damn it! A beauty right in front of you! Are you just cowering?! You're her god, you saved her daughter, what's wrong with taking a nap? It's what you deserve! You've already pulled yourself up! And you're still backing down? You're a piece of trash who'll never amount to anything!"

"No way. She's still pregnant! What would I do if I laid a hand on her?"

Li Yun

No, it's not Li Yun, it's Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong's mind was a mixture of reason and emotion.

Incredible! The internal conflicts between his personalities were already driving Li Yun crazy, and now, his personalities themselves are also entangled and conflicted by their thoughts.

He was a cowardly, weak, and greasy middle-aged man who had accomplished nothing and was despised by everyone. But he always had a little bit of moral bottom line and couldn't bring himself to smuggle drugs.

But after it came to light that he was making money by smuggling drugs, his moral principles were completely thrown out the window.

"You're really awkward, you bastard!"

At this moment, Cheng Yong felt a pang of regret for not exercising his "divine" power.

A contradictory, awkward, and greasy middle-aged man.

However, the car stopped at the last moment.

That should make him less greasy.

"This is different from what that pharmaceutical representative said!!"

"This is not fake medicine; this is medicine that can cure diseases."

Liu Qianqian looked up at the bureau chief, giving off a feeling of being outspoken and disrespectful.

Chief, you're lying to me.

"This medicine really costs nearly 40,000 yuan, while this medicine only costs 5,000 yuan." At this moment, Cao Bing, played by Liu Qianqian, said calmly, looking at the director with a powerful aura, hoping that the director would give an explanation.

The bureau chief simply said it calmly.

"This medicine was smuggled in."

"Um."

"Is it included in the medical handbook?"

"without."

"Then isn't this just fake medicine?"

The bureau chief was slightly impatient, as if he wondered why his capable subordinate would ask him such nonsensical questions and say such nonsensical things.

Cao Bing stared straight at the bureau chief.

They were speechless, even puzzled.

It can cure diseases.

Counterfeit medicine.

What did you think of the movie?

"How should I put it? He doesn't have that same brilliance as before. But his acting is still amazing, and acting with him is a real treat."

At that moment, Peng Yuyan was on the phone with Wang Jinghua.

The relationship between the two is now quite delicate—not strangely delicate, but rather a relationship that has evolved from that of manager and artist to something more like a friendship.

Of course, Eddie Peng would not reveal any more details about the script.

This was the bottom line, and Wang Jinghua wouldn't ask any further questions.

At least, that's how Eddie Peng feels right now.

Her acting remains strong, mature, and natural.

What surprised Peng Yuyan was the acting skills of Liu Qianqian and Wang Chuanjun.

And so mature.

As for the script, there haven't been any surprises so far.

The story of a greasy, insignificant nobody who rises to become a 'god'.

Adding personal stories to the smaller teams can enhance the human element.

"good".

This is Peng Yuyan's current feeling about the script.

But that's about it. There's no sense of "surprise," and it's only "good."

"That's good. That's fine too."

Wang Jinghua knew Peng Yuyan's standards for "good".

If he says it's good, then it's really good.

Looking at 'genius' in general.

Actually, it's quite rare for someone like Li Yun to go from being "amazing" to "not bad".

Most directors go from being "amazing" to being "ordinary".

Some people who can create something interesting, like Chen Kai who directed "Farewell My Concubine," can also make something like "The Promise."

From "amazing" to "trash".

Human talent has its limits.

"It's a pity we didn't recruit Li Yun back then. His third film was still 'not bad'. If someone had provided him with a good script and ideas, he might have been able to take it a step further."

"What a prodigious young man!"

Wang Jinghua sighed.

After finishing his conversation with Eddie Peng, he hung up the phone and then reported his work progress to the "Four Gentlemen" of the Beijing entertainment circle.

However, it seems that the "Four Princes" don't really want to pay attention to Wang Jinghua anymore. What they care about now is probably connecting their newly promoted "princess" with Hollywood.

The Great Wall and King Kong.

They even made contact with the then-booming Marvel Studios.

The biggest forces in the domestic film industry have completely overtaken Hollywood.

Back in the country, I could barely make a living.

at this time.

Peng Yuyan continues to immerse herself in the role of "Yellow Hair," a simple, honest man from the countryside who doesn't want to burden his family.

Loyal, taciturn, he expresses all his acting skills through his eyes and body language.

Compared to yesterday's filming, Li Yun has shed quite a bit of his "yellow hair".

It still involves subtle character portrayals of patients, because due to the loss of platelets, they cannot get injured or come into contact with too many germ-laden environments.

However, even with the help of Gleevec, it only temporarily alleviated their illness.

The disease still exists in them.

Today, we're filming another group of characters, Zhang Changlin, a fake drug dealer played by stage actor Wang Yanhui. He's the one who's currently making waves in the chronic myeloid leukemia medical field, competing with the protagonist Cheng Yong for business.

His role is like that of a villain in a traditional commercial film, an inevitable nemesis who clashes with the protagonist—a villain who may not be glamorous, but is necessary.

It seems to be a very standard routine.

Wang Yanhui, standing before us, is a national second-level actor.

Wearing a white coat, he looked very professional.

Unlike Cheng Yong's team, who were known for their high-profile work but low-profile personal conduct, he arrogantly opened his lecture hall in a large venue.

The audience was a large group of people.

At this moment, Wang Yanhui seemed to be very moved and said.

"I feel very gratified to see so many patients cured of chronic myeloid leukemia because of our drug. This proves that our team's research and development has not been in vain."

"I hereby officially announce that we have defeated leukemia! Please give us a round of applause!"

The audience erupted in applause.

At this moment, someone suddenly ran up to Wang Changlin and said something to him. Wang Changlin then suddenly spoke.

"Friends here, you are very lucky to have attended my lecture. Anyone who buys Gleevec on-site will only pay 2000 yuan for the original price of 3000 yuan!"

"I understand, applause!"

Looking down at the restless crowd below the stage, Zhang Changlin knew they had taken the bait again.

Half of the people in the audience were his cronies.

With this kind of manipulation, two yuan's worth of starch granules can be sold for 2000 yuan.

His face showed a greedy expression.

Just like Cheng Yong.

No, his greed knows no bounds.

Cheng Yong sells generic drugs.

What he was selling were starch granules that had absolutely no effect, and they even had "11th Nano-Grenin Exhibition" written on them.

He's been in this line of work for at least 11 years.

Compared to a newcomer like Cheng Yong, he was far superior.

Cheng Yong didn't want to have a conflict with him, but the priest in the team couldn't stand it.

His starch granules have killed so many patients.

It ruined people's lives, leaving them with nothing in the end.

"He's selling fake medicine, fake medicine! Fake medicine that's completely useless."

The priest rushed onto the stage to give a speech.

This sparked the major conflict.

Cheng Yong and Zhang Changlin, two fake drug dealers.

"So that's why you're messing with me, oh, you're a fellow professional."

"Who the hell is in the same line of work as you?"

In the cramped little shop selling Indian herbal oil, the two business associates met for the first time.

Zhang Changlin's initial goal was simple: 200 million yuan for his generic drug production route.

You sell generic drugs, and at your current prices, you'd only make about a million a year. I'll give you two years' worth of profits, so you can quit now and live a carefree life with 200 million. That makes perfect sense, right?

You should know that if you get arrested by the police, 10 years is just the beginning.

In the typical action-packed trope, the protagonist would not hesitate to drive away the provocative villain, then leave behind a declaration of war, and the two would engage in a fierce battle to secure the protagonist's final victory.

Ah, this is such a common tactic.

Because the protagonist never gives up.

As the protagonist, he couldn't tolerate such an opponent.

At this moment, Peng Yuyan and Wang Chuanjun watched this scene with curiosity.

They didn't finish reading the rest of the script.

Regardless of their roles, there is only a general outline in the script. The script only states that the protagonist lost in the first round of confrontation, giving Zhang Changlin the advantage.

Then came the matter of asking Cheng Yong to come out of retirement.

Isn't it about using a technique of first criticizing to elevate the argument?

That's how it's portrayed in movies.

However, this time, everyone learned the full picture of the script.

There was no passionate confrontation at all; Cheng Yong was defeated by just one voice.

Selling counterfeit drugs takes at least 10 years.

Then he handed over his product line to someone else, and after some haggling, he gave it away for 300 million.

Zhang Changlin was also very satisfied with the price and readily paid.

Cheng Yong also became a millionaire overnight, along with the money he had earned before.

Everyone was stunned; all the actors were astonished that the script would be acted out in such a way.

There was no intense confrontation.

Cheng Yong surrendered without hesitation.

Yes, this "Medicine God" started smuggling drugs with the aim of getting ahead and making money. Now someone is giving him these things.

What reason does he have not to accept it?

The speechless silence gave Li Yun an urge to improvise.

No, it wasn't improvised.

"That's how it should be," he said to his team.

"He's been selling fake medicine for over ten years and hasn't gotten caught. How can I possibly beat him, right?"

A greasy, slick middle-aged man.

It seems like he made the best decision of his life.

(End of this chapter)