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

Chapter 441, Poverty

His greasiness and slickness seem to have become the hallmarks of his life.

Being rich doesn't make you greasy, and being poor doesn't make you greasy either.

Peng Yuyan, Wang Chuanjun, and even everyone in the crew never expected him to lose so completely.

Zhang Changlin won easily.

From a fake drug dealer to a fake drug dealer.

However, compared to Cheng Yong, Zhang Changlin sold Indian medicine worth 500 yuan for 20,000 yuan.

Same effect, half the price, it's still cheaper than Gleevec at 50,000 yuan a box.

"He lost so easily," Peng Yuyan murmured. "What should I do? What about Lü Shouyi?"

Gleevec, which costs 20,000 yuan a box, is not a medicine that a rural boy like him or Lu Shouyi can afford.

"It's fate that we met all of you. I'm very grateful that you all call me Brother Yong."

"Brother Yong."

At this moment, Cheng Yong, smoking a cigarette and squinting, said, "But all good things must come to an end. Starting tomorrow, I will no longer be selling this medicine."

"However, even if I don't sell it, someone else will. That Zhang Changlin, that Academician Zhang, he still sells it. And I've already agreed with him that I'll sell it to you for three thousand yuan a box. You can afford it."

"He's more experienced than us; he's been selling this medicine for over a decade."

More than a decade of experience selling counterfeit drugs.

I was lucky not to get arrested, but those who didn't must have their own connections and skills.

Even if it's just for the sake of this generic drug distribution channel, so that everyone can afford to take this drug in the long term, giving him this channel is for everyone's benefit.

Cheng Yong drank as he explained, but his eyes kept darting away—he avoided everyone's gaze.

These are not the main reasons.

"How much money did he give you?"

Huang Mao always gets straight to the point and points out the problem.

How much money did you give me?

They gave me a sum of money that was considered a huge amount in 2003.

I had absolutely no reason to refuse. There was absolutely no reason to refuse.

"I have elderly parents and young children to support. Do you know how many years I'll get if I get arrested? Ten years at the very least! Ten years! What will happen to my parents? What will happen to my son?! If I get arrested, you won't get any medical help! You can't even afford three thousand yuan worth of medicine! Do you understand?!"

Cheng Yong stood up and spoke hysterically.

hysteria.

Then silence.

Acting skills, everything, explodes here, revealing Cheng Yong's cowardice with its own reasons.

Don't try to morally blackmail me.

I am human, not a god!

This is Cheng Yong's monologue—

Damn it, when they're in control of other people's lives, when they're making money, when they're dominating other people's destinies, they call themselves gods.

When fear struck, Cheng Yong realized that he was human, and the most cowardly and despicable kind of human.

One, someone who wants to run away.

"I'll toast you, Brother Yong, thank you."

At this moment, Huang Mao offered Cheng Yong a toast and then left.

"Thank you, Yong-ge."

"Thanks."

At the farewell dinner, everyone stopped eating hot pot and left one after another.

A toast to bid farewell

The smuggling team disbanded here.

In the lens of light and shadow, there is only Li Yun, only Cheng Yong.

There's something really amazing about this script.

Because of Li Yun's acting skills, everyone's acting skills were inspired and brought into the story.

The script itself is also incredibly depressing.

After encountering its first setback, the protagonist chose to decisively withdraw its eggs.

But everyone seemed to be really involved.

Aside from Li Yun's solo performance, the acting of the other characters was...

Betrayal, disappointment.

But there was nothing she could do; that was how Eddie Peng felt at that moment, and it was also a little painful.

A contradictory kind of pain.

This is clearly a form of moral blackmail, and such behavior is absolutely shameful.

However, when faced with life and death, so-called moral blackmail becomes less important.

Cheng Yong's life seems to have returned to normal after he was exonerated.

Especially after his medical examination, he learned one thing—that his chronic myeloid leukemia was a false alarm.

He does not have leukemia.

From that day on, his life was no longer connected with "Gleevec". Today, Cheng Yong is an entrepreneur with a tailoring business.

He had shed his greasy appearance, revealing a touch of petty businessman's shrewdness. The greasiness and arrogance on his face had transformed into a hypocritical smile meant to please others.

Cheng Yong, who once considered himself a god, has had his edges smoothed and is now weary from life's hardships.

Until Lu Shouyi's wife came to him.

"Sister-in-law, what brings you here?"

"Finally found you, Brother Yong. Can you still get your hands on Indian medicine? Old Lu is dying."

"Indian medicine? Isn't that what Zhang Changlin sells?"

"He was arrested by the police."

At this moment, Cheng Yong felt lost.

Doubt, confusion, bewilderment, disbelief.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! He's been in this business for over ten years, and he's giving lectures every year? How is that even possible? This is only his second year!"

One of the reasons Cheng Yong feared Zhang Changlin.

The point is probably that he even sold counterfeit Gleevec for over ten years, giving lectures every year, and that arrogant "Academician Zhang" still managed to get away with nothing.

Cheng Yong felt that he was a very "smooth" person.

No matter what, such a person is more suitable to be the "Medicine God" than I am; he is more qualified to enjoy the title of "god".

The results of it.

The following year, he was caught, his business was shut down, and he fled.

Old Lu's wife is kneeling before Cheng Yong.

I knelt down and begged Brother Yong.

Their family is on the verge of bankruptcy because of this disease; without Yong Ge's Indian Gleevec, he wouldn't have survived.

Please!

Profound imagery—the sounds of an alleyway, a woman kneeling.

harsh.

Cheng Yong could only say...

"I'll go see Lao Lü in a couple of days."

For Cheng Yong, today's meeting with a major client is also an important event in his life.

The unrestrained singing and dancing in the dance hall could not dispel Cheng Yong's doubts.

He went home, turned on his computer, and searched online.

The largest case of counterfeit Indian Gleevec drugs in the entire Greater China region has been cracked.

The main culprit, Zhang Changlin, is currently on the run.

It's true, this fake drug dealer has been arrested right now and is on the run.

He became the city's most wanted criminal.

Cheng Yong smiled.

His laughter was heartbreaking. People aren't plants or trees. Maybe he left back then out of selfishness, but didn't he really feel at all that he couldn't shoulder this heavy responsibility?

Let Zhang Changlin, who has connections, run the business.

He would then have a greater chance of giving his friends a way out, granting them the right and reason to live.

But that's so ironic.

He was apprehended and forced to flee after only two years.

Why?

This is Cheng Yong's question, and it's an answer he may never get in his lifetime.

"Old Lu."

"Hey, your haircut looks pretty neat."

A meeting after two years.

In the same scene, Cheng Yong, who was once a wealthy man, has become an outstanding entrepreneur.

Lu Shouyi, on the other hand, became a withered and weak-looking patient.

It felt like being a dying person.

"You've got guts, you even dared to commit suicide."

Lu Shouyi gave a weak smile and continued speaking.

"Have an orange."

Cheng Yong remained silent for a moment before speaking.

"What happened?"

"I don't have any medicine."

The expressions on their faces, their acting skills.

A wronged, weak, and dying.

One seemed to feel guilty, disbelief, and heartache, even experiencing pain in their heart.

"Bed number two needs debridement."

The doctor's words interrupted their reunion.

Without platelets, Lu Shouyi entered the acute phase of his illness, and even his small wounds were endlessly expanding. The pain of cleaning the wounds reached Cheng Yong's ears.

This is a scene of painful wailing, voiced by Wang Chuanjun himself.

Stop yelling.

Stop yelling.

Please, please don't.

To prepare for this scene, Wang Chuanjun used a very ruthless method: he didn't sleep for three days and three nights.

The feeling of 'weakness' is fully expressed by torturing one's own body.

This self-destructive approach seems more like a form of 'punishment'.

But this "punishment" also gave Lü Shouyi a highlight moment in his final scene.

The real pain and real weakness spurred on the protagonist, Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong is crying

"Aaaaaaah!"

Seeing his friend in such pain, Cheng Yong decided to pull off a heist.

He found his own personal translator, a former pastor.

"Bring a suitcase from India."

"Things are different now; many checkpoints are gone." At this point, the pastor said softly, "It's not easy now."

"The sea route is still usable."

Cheng Yong decided to go personally to bring back the medicine for his friend.

Two years later, I returned to India, a dirty and chaotic country that produces life-saving medicines.

Amidst the misty fog, the protagonist witnesses a statue of a deity and the commencement of an Indian ritual.

The object of worship is called the "Medicine God".

Lu Shouyi's filming has wrapped up.

Grenin was brought back, but Lü Shouyi entered a period of rapid change.

Even the genuine medicine was useless.

He died; the second major character to appear, and the first to be killed off.

A black and white photo, a few sticks of incense, a few fellow patients, and then no one remembers him anymore.

They had just reunited

The autumn wind was bleak, and the gentle autumn breeze brought sorrow to Cheng Yong.

The gray and white color scheme perfectly reflects the current state of this businessman who made his fortune through smuggling.

"I"

"Thank you, Yong-ge."

Lu Shouyi's widow still expressed her gratitude to Cheng Yong.

This thank you couldn't save Lü Shouyi's life.

He didn't undergo surgery, gambling on that minuscule chance of survival.

He committed suicide.

This family cannot afford the medical expenses required for the surgery.

Because Lu Shouyi has a son and a wife, he cannot become a burden to them.

My life.

It's already a perfect ending. I've successfully escaped the deadly smuggling industry and become a well-known people's entrepreneur. My son no longer has to live a life of hunger.

My life is here.

If I had followed the established path, I would have lived a relatively successful life, achieving my own success in this era where opportunities for success abound.

To achieve what is rightfully yours.

Cheng Yong asked himself these questions.

I'm not a leukemia patient.

What should I do?

I'm not a god.

What can I do?

Cheng Yong kept asking himself this question, trying to convince himself over and over again.

Even anger, over and over again.

Anger towards oneself.

Now that Lü Shouyi is dead, his friend's last words to him were probably a reminder to eat more oranges.

Have some oranges.

His last words still echoed in my ears.

It lingered around my ears.

At this moment, Cheng Yong walked out of Lü Shouyi's cramped home, surrounded by a crowd.

Even though he hadn't been involved in this career for many years, the leukemia patients who were still alive still held Cheng Yong in high esteem.

Their eyes were filled with longing.

It shines through the depths of his gaze.

Inquiry, longing.

Even if Cheng Yong couldn't give an answer at this moment, they still maintained their respect and affection.

Thank you, Yong-ge.

It gave us the right to live with dignity.

This scene was shot with a very artistic feel, and this artistry even carries a touch of awe.

Surrounded by a crowd.

Cheng Yong left.

In this scene, Cheng Yong's movements possess a unique kind of divinity.

A solemn divinity.

Under the art of cinematic language.

Cheng Yong's figure was also bathed in a radiant glow.

He seems to have made a decision.

A decision that goes against one's own nature.

What exactly made Cheng Yong choose to import drugs from India once again?

Because of Lü Shouyi's suicide?

Or perhaps it was for some other reason that this extremely selfish person made a decision different from the past.

It was just an impulse.

Every character has a motivation.

Shaping without motivation is a failed shaping.

"What kind of person is considered successful in this society?"

Cheng Yong is very obsessed with success.

Because of my failures, my wife left me, my sister-in-law looked down on me, my landlord looked down on me, my neighbors looked down on me, and even I looked down on myself.

But there was one thing that gave me dignity.

When I became the leader in this generic drug, when I brought Gleevec back to save their lives.

Everything has changed.

I seem to have succeeded.

It seems like everyone has started to love me.

Respect me.

I achieved my own success.

Is my success measured in money?

I used to think so.

My success is because I saved their lives.

"Come back, I need to get back to selling medicine."

"it is good."

With just one simple sentence, the blond guy in the small team returned to the group.

Let's go to Grenadier's in India together.

The smuggling team from back then is back, but they're missing some people.

Lü Shouyi is missing.

"How much medicine will you sell this time?"

"500 pieces."

. . .

When Cheng Yong mentioned the 500 yuan, everyone was shocked.

That greedy, greasy man who wanted to achieve success in the universal sense.

He was also cunning, and in the past, he was only slightly better than Zhang Changlin.

When he told everyone that a box of medicine cost 500 yuan, everyone was amazed.

At this moment, Cheng Yong began to think about what he wanted.

When people call themselves trash, I feel indignant and I want to tell them that I am not trash.

I achieved an accomplishment that no trash could possibly achieve.

But it seems I haven't gained the approval of anyone yet. Yes, that person is myself. Even after pursuing success in the universal sense, I will still be myself and strive to be someone that even I can approve of.

"I'll sell it for 500 yuan."

"Boss Cheng, we're in the same boat. If I get caught, you'll be in trouble too."

Zhang Changlin, who was wanted throughout the city, appeared in front of Cheng Yong.

That charismatic orator, with hair mousse on his head, and a cunning businessman in a suit and tie in private, always maintained a facade of respectability.

Now, in front of Cheng Yong, he appears utterly dejected.

They were so destitute that it was unbearable to look at them.

He's a terrible person; he buys medicine for 500 yuan and sells it for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

He could have made a fortune.

But now he's as destitute as a rat on the street.

"Three hundred thousand yuan, and you can leave."

Originally, Zhang Changlin only wanted 20 yuan.

Cheng Yong gave him 10 yuan to make him disappear forever.

Let him keep the matter of the medicine a secret.

Zhang Changlin's expression changed several times before finally settling into a slight smile: "I heard you didn't make any money on this job. I thought you came back to make a triumphant return. You're quite righteous."

"Let me give you a piece of advice. In all these years of selling this medicine, I've only discovered one disease in this world: poverty."

"You can't cure this disease, so forget it."

Having lost everything, Zhang Changlin earnestly advised his junior, Cheng Yong.

But in the end, he did not receive a reply from Cheng Yong.

Zhang Changlin simply gave a curt reply.

Take care.

This seemingly powerful and ruthless figure, who appears poised to challenge the protagonist midway through the story, is a counterfeit drug expert who sells starch granules for two thousand yuan. He is now Shanghai's most wanted criminal.

He ultimately couldn't escape the police's long-range net.

"Any crime will be brought to justice!" This is the chief's line.

He then personally came to interrogate Zhang Changlin, this heinous criminal.

"Tell me quickly, which group of criminals is still selling counterfeit drugs in Shanghai?"

Zhang Changlin has fallen from power, but Indian Gleevec is still circulating in Shanghai.

It can be said that a new fake drug kingpin has replaced Zhang Changlin's position.

He must know something.

"Of course I know who it is."

"Who?"

"Me!"

Zhang Changlin then said smugly, "In the entire Shanghai, who doesn't know that I, Professor Zhang of Nano-Gluconin, have dominated this city for over a decade! If I claim to be second, no one dares to claim to be first! Hahahaha!"

Zhang Changlin stared unabashedly at the bureau chief, who continued to use those high-sounding words to try and trick Zhang Changlin.

You utterly wicked criminals!

Is it evil?

In the past two years, my Gleevec has saved at least 800, if not 1000!

Then, thinking of this, Zhang Changlin smiled.

She still had that expression of both crying and laughing.

It's also one of the most poignant lines in the entire movie "Dying to Survive".

"I've been selling fake medicine for ten years, and I'm Professor Zhang, who's famous throughout Shanghai."

"When I started selling real drugs, I became a criminal who was to be brought to justice."

"Hahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

(End of this chapter)