A miraculous doctor descended from the heavens.

Beef soup is something many people have tried.

Of those who have drunk cow dung soup, only one person is known to have done so—Ma Yuben.

Holding that bowl of green, sticky, fishy, ​​and foul-smelling stuff, Mayu felt like she had seen a ghost or been possessed.

Otherwise, why would he believe that this stuff could cure diseases, and why would he drink it for three consecutive days?

If this were to get out, probably no one would believe it.

However, humans are highly adaptable.

Once you get started, things aren't so difficult afterward.

At first, Mayumoto couldn't believe she would believe such a bizarre thing.

But at that time, he was truly desperate, like a lost person who had fallen into the water and was struggling to survive. He would desperately grab onto even the smallest straw.

However, to his surprise, this lifeline actually saved his life.

Gu Feng's strange and unusual treatment really did improve his health.

He is much better now than before. A hospital checkup and a CT scan showed that the melanoma toxin is receding.

Therefore, despite Gu Feng's rather unusual treatment methods and outrageously bizarre prescriptions, he had no doubts whatsoever.

Holding the bowl of foul-smelling liquid, Mayumoto pinched his nose and, with a tragic expression, forced it down his throat.

"Drink it and you'll get better!" This is Ma Youben's biggest motivation.

However, the thought of having to pay over ten million yuan for each treatment made him feel heartache, physical pain, and pain all over his body.

It seems we need to speed up our money-making efforts, otherwise, even if the illness is cured, his finances will face an unprecedented crisis.

That's a classic case of the person being alive but the money being gone.

Fortunately, he was used to doing shady business and had a sharp mind, always able to get his hands on scarce and sought-after goods, making a fortune from them.

In July, he heard meteorological experts predict that there would be a significant drop in temperature this winter, with temperatures in Guangdong province exceeding historical lows.

This weather forecast, which seemed boring to others, made Mayumoto realize a huge business opportunity. He quickly called back to Japan and asked someone to buy up winter clothes.

Yesterday, these clothes finally arrived at the port without anyone noticing, filling three shipping containers.

Don't be fooled by the fact that these clothes are supposed to be leftover stock, stockpiled, out-of-season, or discarded items, treated like garbage. They are all high-end, well-known brands, such as Mizuno and Uniqlo.

If these three containers of "brand name" goods are wholesaled and retailed to those shrewd businessmen, they can bring him a profit of nearly 20 million.

The clothes in these three containers cannot be consumed within the customs area alone.

In addition, Mayu Benyi knew the principle that a rabbit doesn't eat the grass near its burrow, so all these "brand names" had to be transported out of the pass and distributed to major cities in Guangdong Province.

This morning, the nameplates of these three container trucks were loaded onto tractor-trailer trucks with compartments.

The outside was covered with rotten fish and dead shrimp as a cover, while the hidden compartments inside contained "designer" clothes. A total of seven or eight vehicles drove out of the customs in a grand convoy.

Every hour, the team leader would report the situation on the road to Ma Youben, who was stationed at Qiangji.

With everything going smoothly, a look of joy gradually appeared on Mayumoto's face.

Since the convoy has safely passed through customs, it will arrive at the meeting point for meeting with the business owners in less than two hours.

He only needs to inspect the goods briefly before he can start counting the money.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

Another hour had passed, and Mayumoto picked up his phone, ready to answer the team leader's second call, but the phone didn't ring for a long time.

Mayumoto had a vague sense of foreboding, but he held it in and comforted himself: maybe there was a traffic jam on the way.

An hour and a half passed, and Mayumoto could no longer hold back and called the team leader.

However, the call could not be connected. Now, he could no longer deceive himself into thinking that the team leader was having a long phone conversation with his girlfriend and had forgotten to call him to report.

Two hours passed, and Mayu Honichi finally couldn't sit still any longer.

Besides calling the team leader, I also dialed the numbers of several other subordinates. But without exception, all of them were unreachable.

Everyone says that no news is good news. But for Mayumoto Ichi, no news is the worst possible news!

The goods have most likely been lost to an accident. The thought of the 20 million that was about to be his for nothing turning into nothing made Mayu Benyi's face turn ashen, and he paced restlessly around his office.

Four hours later, Mayumoto's phone finally rang.

The caller ID shows a Shenzhen phone number, but the first few digits are from a number segment outside the Shenzhen Special Economic Zone.

"Hello, who is this?" Mayumoto Ichika suppressed his agitation and answered as calmly as possible.

"President, it's me!" A flustered voice came from the other end of the phone.

Mayubon recognized the familiar voice immediately; it was his team leader! He hurriedly asked, "What's wrong? What happened?"

"President, our goods! Our goods have been stolen!"

"What? You got robbed?" Mayumoto exclaimed in surprise. He could understand if the police had stopped him, seized his belongings, or taken his money. But being robbed? What kind of situation was this? He'd never encountered anything like it in all his years in business!

"Tell me in detail, what happened?"

"We cleared customs safely and drove for nearly an hour until we reached a relatively remote section of road. Suddenly, a group of people rushed out from the front, stopped us, and then, without saying a word, started prying open our shipping containers..."

"And then what?" Mayumoto asked impatiently.

"Then, as if they knew beforehand what we had hidden in the car, they threw all the fish and shrimp out, smashed open the hidden compartment in our car with a hammer, and took all our clothes!"

"Huh?" Upon hearing this, Mayumoto's already furrowed brows deepened. This shipment had arrived discreetly, the loading and unloading workers were all his own people, and few knew the time and route they took. How could they have been discovered? Where did the news leak out? After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "Where are you now?"

"I was next to a public phone booth. They stripped us of our clothes and stole our phones. We were put into a truck, driven around for a while, and then dumped in a grove of trees. I finally managed to find a phone to call you!"

"What's so infuriating!" Mayumoto roared angrily.

The team leader, hearing Mayu Ben's furious voice, trembled and dared not utter a sound. Besides fear, he was also cold. He was completely naked, one hand covering his private parts, the other making the phone call.

"Did you call the police?" Mayumoto asked again.

"No, I don't dare, I don't dare call the police!" the team leader said.

"Call the police right now!" Mayumoto said, then shouted, "I don't need to teach you how to say it, do I?"

"No, no, I'll tell the police we've been robbed, I won't mention the goods!"

"Bang!" Mayumoto slammed the phone down, then picked it up again, tested it—it wasn't broken—and pressed a few more keys. Hearing his secretary's voice, he said, "Bring me Mayumoto Er!"