C6 Selling Medicine

The incident of Yang Ziteng being shot didn't cause much of an impact under the suppression of the Yang family's powerful bullets, but the news spread like wildfire in the school.

Yang Qiu was not in the mood to care about this. That night, in the rented room, he made a detailed plan for the next three months.

The next morning, at eight o'clock in the morning, he went out on time. He first went to the school administration office to apply for two weeks of leave. When he asked for leave, the teacher in the administration office saw him and his expression became somewhat abnormal.

After leaving the school, he originally wanted to bring Liu Ann with him, but Liu Ann had been scared out of his wits by the gun incident yesterday. He did not dare to go out with Yang Qiu at all, so he had to give up.

Yang Qiu knew very well that Yang family wouldn't come looking for trouble with him on this matter. After all, he had a problem. Even if he said that he didn't want the company's shares, he didn't sign the legal document. If he had a problem, they wouldn't be able to get a single cent.

Without Liu Ann by his side, Yang Qiu would be happy to have peace and quiet. In a week's time, he had been rushing between the pharmacy and antique market in Shang Hai. Every day, he would get a bunch of weird things.

Although the spiritual energy in the air was so thin that it could be ignored, there was always a trace of it. After a night of absorption, he was able to extract the spiritual energy from the air in the Cultivation Realm for about a breath.

Don't underestimate this little bit of spiritual energy. It was of utmost importance to the current Yang Qiu.

When concocting pills, without Pill Furnaces, without spiritual energy, everything would be over.

After painstakingly collecting spiritual energy for half a month, it was enough for him to refine some pills with miraculous effects.

Women naturally had to earn money. However, before this, he first tried to refine some things to treat illnesses and save people. He took it out and tried to sell it. If there was a market for it, of course, it would be even more profitable.

Moreover, the raw materials for the Jade Skin Cream were not easy to collect. A few of the materials were very expensive. He only had a few hundred dollars left, so it was not enough.

In three days, he refined three pinky sized, black, and black pills. He named them Heaven Returning Pills, and then carefully placed them into an ancient colored paper box.

That night, he disguised himself slightly and brought the Heaven Returning Pills to Shang Hai Antique Market.

There was a large antique market in Shang Hai, similar to Pan Jia's in Beijing. There was also a night market here. It usually started at six o'clock in the evening and ended at two o'clock in the morning.

During the day, the trading in the antique market was naturally some antiques, calligraphy, and paintings. At night, there were all kinds of strange things.

Before Yang Qiu came, he had specially come over to take a look. Needless to say, there was another street that specialized in selling medicine like him.

What family heirloom secret prescription? The palace imperial physician secret prescription? In short, it was a scam, so he came here to buy medicine. They were the kind of family members who had no other choice but to save the patient who had no way to save him.

What they held in their hearts was a 'what if'. But in this world, how could there be so many 'what if'?

On this street, out of ten people who bought medicine, eleven were selling fake medicine.

Yang Qiu wore a black baseball cap. The brim of the cap was very low. After arriving at the antique market, he squatted down at the corner of the street. He then took out a red cloth from his body, opened it, and laid it on the ground. He also placed four small stones on the four corners. He then carefully placed a Heaven Returning Pill in the middle.

Before he came, he had made sufficient preparations. He had even specially written four big characters on the brush - Selling goods to recognize a seller.

He did not expect that the person who came here to stroll around would really be someone who knew what was good for him. However, the person he took a fancy to was those four characters.

"Eh, this is. . . Good words, good words! The brush strokes are like dragons and snakes, strong and aged. These four words, without fifty years of foundation, absolutely cannot be written. Young man, are you selling these four words?"

A white-haired old man was holding a walking stick in his hand, staring at the four words in front of Yang Qiu.

Yang Qiu did not know whether to laugh or cry. He thought to himself, I'm selling medicine. If you want to buy words, you can buy them. How can I sell them?

"Old man, I'm not selling it. Wait until I sell the medicine. I'll give you these four words!"

The old man was also a pragmatic person. He hurriedly shook his head.

"I can't bear it, young man. These four words are worth at least two hundred thousand yuan per word. I can't bear it. "

Yang Qiu's body trembled. He quickly stood up and said in a straightforward manner.

"Old man, how much do you think it is? I will sell it!"

Yang Qiu made a prompt decision. He thought to himself, What medicine should I sell? Originally, he was prepared to set the price of ten thousand Heaven Returning Pills. He did not expect that these four words were worth one million. He would not refine Heaven Returning Pills tomorrow and would set up a stall to sell the words.

If he bought a month's worth of pills, he would probably be able to gather the money for a cauldron of pills, right?

There were a lot of people in the night market. The conversation between Yang Qiu and the old man quickly attracted a large crowd of people. Other than those who really came out to buy medicine, there were also some wily old foxes with sharp eyes. The four words' Yang Qiu 'were indeed hard to come by. With the generosity of a grandmaster, if they were to be auctioned off, it would be more than one million.

At this moment, a man and a woman walked over from outside the crowd.

The man wasn't very tall, but he had a very special aura. He looked like he was in his forties. One more look at him gave people a feeling of admiration. That aura was really as steep as a mountain.

And that girl was clearly the daughter of a man. She had a beautiful appearance and could be called a top quality beauty.

"Dad, let's go and take a look!"

The middle-aged man nodded his head and walked in. When he saw those four words, his eyes lit up.

Then, his gaze focused on the box.

"Young man, what are you selling?"

Yang Qiu was still a little depressed. When it came to writing, he could write for ten days and ten nights in a row. It was nothing. What he was best at was alchemy.

Even though words could be sold for money, After all, his original intention was to sell medicine. Furthermore, this Heaven Returning Pill was a cauldron of pills that he refined after coming to this world.

Seeing that someone had finally asked about the main topic, Yang Qiu hurriedly said with a smile,

"Uncle, this is a Heaven Returning Pill. It's a medicine concocted by an old man at home. Grandpa's health is not convenient, so he asked me to set up a stall. "

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned.

"Heaven Returning Pill? What do you mean?"

Yang Qiu could not wait to pat his chest and say:

"As the name implies, of course it's going to be powerful. No matter what kind of illness it was, no matter how serious it was, As long as this Heaven Returning Pill of mine is used in the afternoon, I won't dare to say that it will cure the illness. However, it will immediately return to normal. That won't be a problem at all. "

The surrounding people immediately burst into laughter.

"This kid is boasting without making any drafts. He is another swindler. "

"That's right. If it really has that effect, do you still need to set up a stall here?"

"Haha, so you thought he was selling words. It turns out he's selling medicine, kid. What kind of Heaven Returning Pill are you selling? How much are you planning to sell it for?"

Yang Qiu was ridiculed by someone. Initially, he was a little depressed, but he casually said:

"One million, buy it or not!"