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 international drug quality inspection, all the procedures were passed in only four days.
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.
The prescription was specially used by the emperor, and it was internationally recognized to be effective without any side effects.
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 I bought 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, 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.
"Speculate in the stock market and make money to buy new drugs." This had become the slogan of countless men waving their trading slips in the stock market.
… …
What was the fastest way to make money?
Shen Wansan had asked himself many times.
Some said that he relied on the miraculous power of the Cornucopia to create countless riches.
Some people said that he embezzled his father-in-law's property.
Some people said that he had obtained a treasure and became rich overnight.
… …
None of that. He relied on his own brain, his own hands, and his own struggle.
A strange world, a strange business structure, a place where he didn't even know a single person.
From talking with beggars, from talking with 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, ten days without germinating the seeds.
Real estate, ten days without a construction team.
Ten days with foreign business, ten days without a proper procedure.
… …
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 motivated him to fight.
He quickly thought about the various goods he took from Wanjie Lou.
One thousand taels of gold.
A book of Shaolin Temple Long Fist.
It was a kind of prescription to treat injuries.
A jar of century-old wine.
A zombie.
A CD.
A prescription for activating tendons and dredging arteries.
… …
He was the one who bought the most kinds of goods. After filtering through all the goods, he seemed to have no clue.
Shen Wansan just sat quietly under the eaves of a shop, not saying a word.
The night was quiet, the wind was chilly, 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 could not 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 walked past 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 became more and more obvious. He couldn't help but laugh out loud, and his eyes became brighter.
It broke the silence of the night, stopped the chilly 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 pleasant conversation, as if they were bosom friends.
When Lü Buwei proposed to give the mayor's wife and son a jade emerald and a jade kirin, the mayor politely accepted it.
After all, he was a friend of Lü Buwei, how could he refuse a friend's kindness?
On the third day, Lü Buwei was officially hired by the mayor as the senior economic consultant of Donghuai City, to give 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 the throne, he relied on his own vision, his own political vision.
A businessman's ten years of hard work was not as good as a word from the government.
"I can get my money back." Lü Buwei said lightly 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 twenty-five million had turned into a large sum of money, no less than two billion.
"It's time to take action." The corner of Lü Buwei's mouth curved into a smile, and his eyes were full of passion. He wouldn't lose this battle.
… …
Mi Zhu, Hu Xueyan, Rong Desheng …
Each of them was taking action. Hua Xia's economy was heating up, and the world's economy was in turmoil.
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