Chapter 111

Golden Gun King was a new drug with a simple name, but its effect was very powerful.

From the prescription to the finished product, to the national drug quality inspection and the international drug quality inspection, in just four days, all the checkpoints and procedures were cleared.

Money could move the gods!

Wan Sanqian was a man who was good at using money and analyzing people's psychology. The new drug, which was supposed to be on the market in half a year, was officially put on the market in four days.

After that, all the major TV stations, including Hua Xia and Hollywood stars, said that the drug was absolutely effective and that they had already taken it.

Even some experts and professors explained the new drug on TV stations.

What drug was the most lacking in the world?

Of course it was the drug that could strengthen the kidney.

Furthermore, this prescription was specially used by the Emperor. It was internationally recognized to be effective and had no side effects. It was simply high-end.

Most importantly, he could purchase it anonymously. Anyway, from the moment the new drug was released, the delivery man was sweating profusely and aching all over.

He had to make dozens of trips to the same residential area every day.

"Have the tea leaves arrived?"

"Have the books arrived?"

"Have the cigars arrived?"

…

Every time the delivery man delivered a package of new drugs to his owner, he would say the same thing.

"Damn it! You never told me what was in the package before. I've delivered so many packages, and I still don't know that there are at least twenty boxes of new drugs in the package," the delivery man complained in his mind.

"Some people say that I'm not nutritious enough. It's pure slander. My kidneys are very good. How could I buy Golden Gun King?" A thin, dark-skinned, pale-faced young man patted his chest and loudly refuted the TV station's interview.

"Can we have a look in your room?" the reporter asked.

"No, no, my room is full of valuables," the skinny man refused.

"Xiao Hei, hurry up and move your Golden Gun King away. Why did you buy more than a dozen boxes?" a woman's voice came from the room.

"Remember, I bought this medicine for my collection, for my collection! I don't need it, "the skinny man said seriously to the reporter.

"According to the market interview information, the new drug, King of the Golden Gun, isn't selling very well. But why are at least two billion boxes disappearing every day, and this number is still increasing rapidly?" The television station reported.

"Invest in the stock market to make money and buy new drugs." It had become the slogan of countless men in the stock market.

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What was the fastest way to make money?

Shen Wansan had asked himself many times.

Some people said that he relied on the magical power of the treasure bowl to make money.

Some people said that he embezzled his father-in-law's property.

Some people said that he got rich overnight because of the treasure.

…

None of that. He relied on his own brain, his own hands, and his own efforts.

A strange world, a strange business structure, a strange place where he didn't even know a single person.

From talking with beggars, from talking with ordinary passers-by, from talking with restaurant owners …

He used two days to communicate with people of all professions, positions, and levels in this world.

What was the fastest way to make money?

He didn't have a keen economic sense like Fan Li, and he didn't have Wan Sanqian's terrifying psychological manipulation. What could he rely on? What could he rely on?

Farming, the seeds couldn't germinate in ten days.

Real estate, the construction team couldn't be found in ten days.

Doing business with foreign countries, the procedures couldn't be completed in ten days.

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What should he do?

Shen Wansan felt that his heart was throbbing and his blood was boiling.

He admired Fan Li, who was able to manipulate the stock market like clouds and rain with a flip of his hand. He admired Wan Sanqian's immense wealth. It was a feeling of meeting his match, which made him nervous and excited.

He quickly thought about all kinds of goods he took from Wanjie Lou.

One thousand gold.

One Shaolin Temple Long Fist.

A prescription for treating injuries.

A jar of century-old wine.

A zombie.

A CD.

A prescription for activating tendons and dredging arteries.

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He was the one who bought the most kinds of goods. After filtering all the goods, he didn't seem to have any clue.

Shen Wansan just sat quietly under the eaves of a shop, not saying a word.

The night was quiet, the wind was cold, and the lights were dim.

Three or four people carrying backpacks walked into an internet café with smiles on their faces.

I heard that you can play games inside?

Shen Wansan shook his head. There were many games on the CD.

From his conversation with the boss of the internet café, he knew that a game couldn't become popular without a few months of warm-up.

Shen Wansan stood up, walked forward, and moved his body.

"He worked overtime until midnight today, and has to go to work as usual tomorrow. The boss is that incompetent person."

"What can we do? It's not easy to support a family. "

Two white-collar workers in suits and leather shoes passed by Shen Wansan and complained.

Hearing this, Shen Wansan's eyes brightened. When he walked not far away, he saw a red banner hanging on the road. He could roughly understand the meaning on it, and the joy on his face grew. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his eyes became brighter.

It broke the silence of the night, stopped the cold wind, and lit up the darkness of the lights.

… …

The next day, in the hall of the city hall, Lü Buwei and the mayor had a good talk, as if they were bosom friends.

Lü Buwei offered to give the mayor's wife and son a jade emerald and a jade qilin. The mayor politely accepted it.

After all, he was friends with Lü Buwei, how could he refuse a friend's good intentions?

On the third day, Lü Buwei was officially hired by the mayor as the senior economic consultant of Donghuai City, to make good suggestions for the economic development of Donghuai City.

On the third and fourth day, Lü Buwei flipped through the economic files and political policies of the entire Donghuai City. He sat in an office, closed his eyes, and pondered. The night passed quietly.

In his eyes, what was the fastest way to make money? From selling rare goods to helping Zi Chu ascend to the throne, he relied on his own vision, his own political vision.

Ten years of work for businessmen were not as good as one word from the government.

"I can get my money back," Lü Buwei said to himself.

Ever since Fan Li entered the stock market, the twenty-five million he exchanged followed Fan Li's investments. Wherever Fan Li invested, Lü Buwei followed.

He believed in Fan Li, and even more so, he believed in his own eyes.

In four days, the 25 million had turned into a large sum of money, a full 2 billion yuan.

"It's time to start." Lu Buwei's lips curled into a smile. His eyes were burning with passion. He would not lose this battle.

… …

Mi Zhu, Hu Xueyan, Rong Desheng …

Every one of them was taking action. Hua Xia's economy was booming, and the world's economy was in turmoil.

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