Vol 3 Chapter 467: No saint

Hong Jinglin sat in his own house. There were three big bottles in front of him. The three big bottles contained the three kinds of medicines he wanted. To be honest, he looked at the black monk who put a small bottle of medicine. When I pour into these three big bottles, I really doubt whether their pharmacy is useful, but he soon knows that his fears are superfluous and the other's medicine is really useful. (.)
When he went out, his body had not fully recovered, and now his body has recovered almost, which is the effect of these three bottles of medicine.
Hong Jinglin grew a sigh of relief. He knew that he would not have to avenge the remedy for the future. To be honest, even if the cheap pharmacy gave him some pharmacy, he would agree, but the other party took the pharmacy he deserved. I gave him a lot of things, which made him very touched.
Although these medicines are some low-grade goods, for some low-level monks, these medicines are indispensable.
In the eyes of many large monks, the low-grade medicinal herbs that are worthless are the things that these low-level monks can't lack. Without the return of Yuan Dan, their aura can't be in battle or after fighting as soon as possible. The recovery is over, there is no blood, and they will have a blood loss after the injury, and their body will be devoid, without traumatic agents, their trauma recovery time will be lengthened, and any one of them will not be in the shortest time. Internal recovery is enough for them to lose their little life!
Low-level monks have low-level monks' survival rules, like their low-level dispersal, and their living environment is cruel. Far from being the disciples of the big gates can imagine. These people are like hares in the jungle. They live at the bottom of the food chain, they can only eat grass and live, and they will always be the food of other animals.
The reason why he will take three big jade bottles to install those potions today is because he is not willing to take that piece of jade jing, maybe in the eyes of the monks of the big gates, what can a jade jing do? I am afraid that nothing can be done. When they usually appreciate people, they will not give a piece of jade. That is too little, and they lose their identity.
But for a mess like him, a piece of jade is also their property. When necessary, a piece of jade may determine their life and death.
And such a low-cost, good effect drug is definitely the most popular among them. Hong Jinglin is even sighing now, why such a drug does not appear earlier.
Just when Hong Jinglin sighed, suddenly a voice came: "Jing Lin. Jing Lin, are you at home? Why don't you say anything?"
When Hong Jinglin heard this voice, it was a glimpse. He quickly said: "At home, come in." The sound of the door was heard outside the door, and then a person came in from the door.
This person is a good friend of Hong Jinglin. His surname is Zheng and he is Zheng Yigong. The two grew up together and practiced together. They went out to do the task together. In a common saying, they are more than one head with a surname.
When Zheng Yigong entered the door and saw Hong Jinglin sitting there, there were three big jade bottles in front of him. He couldn't help but say: "I said Jinglin, what are you doing? Calling you a few times before you answer? What happened to this bottle?"
Hong Jinglin looked at Zheng Yigong and smiled. "Nothing, one success, I found a good thing. Look at these three bottles. Here are the medicines, blood medicines, medicines and traumatic agents."
Zheng Yigong looked at Hong Jinglin: "Pharmacy? What is it? Your alchemy failed? I said that your guy's alchemy talent is really stinky. You can't give me the medicine later." At the very least, my success rate is higher than you."
Hong Jinglin glanced at Zheng Yigong, Shen Sheng said: "Let's talk about the cool words, your alchemy is not much better than me. I tell you, this pharmacy is not my refining, I exchanged it, in exchange for it. Do you understand?"
Zheng Yigong looked at Hong Jinglin with a puzzled look: "I don't understand, what do you change for these potions? You can do it yourself."
Hong Jinglin patted his head and said: "It’s really hard for me to talk to you this idiot. Okay, you gave me the good news. These medicines were replaced with medicines, absolutely..."
Then Hong Jinglin said something in the cheap pharmacy, Zheng Yigong listened, and for a while he was puzzled: "What is going on here, why is there such a pharmacy, if they do, then they What do you rely on to make money? Are you sure that these medicines are good?"
Hong Jinglin stunned Zheng Yigong: "You don't talk nonsense, you can't use it. Do you know if you try it? You don't have a good injury now? First come a cup of blood medicine." After finishing Hong Jinglin took a small jade cup This little jade cup was given to him by a cheap pharmacy. Each jade cup is exactly a jade bottle.
Hong Jinglin poured a cup of blood medicine into Zheng Yigong. Zheng Yigong was not polite. He drank it and drank it. When he drank it, he immediately felt the whole body fever. The feeling of being mad at blood loss was completely gone.
Zheng Yigong couldn't help but blink. He held the three bottles tightly: "This pharmacy is very good. You can really change the medicinal materials directly, and you don't have a discount at all?" Hong Jinglin nodded, screaming. Road: "It is the shop at the entrance."
Zheng Yigong said: "Well, I will go and see. I also have a lot of medicines in my hand. I have to change some of these medicines. With these medicines, we will have a bigger advantage when we fight." Hong Jinglin nodded and led Zheng Yigong to the cheap pharmacy.
In fact, in the city of Dingshan City and the nearby city, there are several such cheap pharmacies, and there are more than one of these cheap pharmacies in a city. There are several such pharmacies in the larger city.
And there is only one owner of these pharmacies, Siyibang, a small pharmacy like this, the general big door will not care, in fact, those big gates will not do this low-level medicinal business, because this Business simply can't make any money, so those big forces don't pay attention to these small pharmacies, and they don't even notice that the owners of these small pharmacies are one.
Situations like Hong Jinglin and Zheng Yigong are still playing in these small towns. Zhao Hai did not do any advertising. But these thicker monks. But there is a circle of their own, and soon the situation of cheap pharmacies spread in this circle, people know that there is the existence of this cheap pharmacy.
After the pharmacy of the cheap pharmacy, after a few days of the first few days of cold, the business is slowly getting better. Their business is not good, but it is getting better, and the income is constantly increasing. .
To be honest, at the beginning, Zhao Hai said that he would do this business. Ancient Hearts are still full of doubts, especially in the days when the business was not good at the beginning, the ancient hearts of them almost lost confidence. The ancient heart wants to let Zhao Hai think of ways to publicize it. In the realm of the void, propaganda is not a means of doing nothing. There are many big stores that will carry out some propaganda, such as asking some scattered to go to the street to scream for propaganda, or It is a matter of asking people to go to some big restaurants for acting and propaganda. They can be seen here in the realm of the void.
Don't underestimate the people here in the void world, in any interface. Almost all businessmen are the same, and their ideas are only one to make money. How can we make more money for ourselves? That is their pursuit.
Therefore, the ancient heart wants to let Zhao Hai do these propaganda, but Zhao Hai is hard to do so, because Zhao Hai knows that the idea of ​​the lowest monk is different from those of the big monks, those big The monks will choose those who are more famous, but those who are low-ranking monks will not. They even don’t even have a look at the famous things. Because they are very clear, they can’t afford them. .
Therefore, Zhao Hai will not carry out any publicity. The things they buy are the lowest things. When have you seen the toothpick for advertising, you have seen the pants of fifteen dollars for advertising. Zhao Hai The same is true for the medicine you buy.
Soon the pharmacy business was getting better. It was really beyond the expectations of the ancient heart. Looking at the pharmacy's income more and more day by day, they are really happy.
However, their distress came afterwards, because most of the monks used herbal medicines for their medicines. The income they received was very small, but they received a lot of medicines, which made the ancient heart very distressed.
This low-grade medicinal material can only refine the low-grade medicinal products, and can not refine the higher-level pharmacy, that is, they do not have much income, and the income is more medicinal materials.
However, Zhao Hai did not feel strange. He just let the ancient heart sanctify all the medicines, and then increase the production volume. Then he opened the shop and opened the shop in the whole bitter star.
Dingshicheng's cheap pharmacy here, Hong Jinglin came here once, his body was hurt, his face was still pale, and as soon as he entered the store, the black monk he had seen last time greeted him. As soon as he saw him like this, he quickly said, "Isn't this the old man? Brother, what's wrong with you?"
Hong Jinglin's face is not very good-looking. This time he went out to do the task, not so smoothly. Although they finally completed the task, Zheng Yigong was seriously injured. He lost an arm and Hong Jinglin himself was not hurt. This is a big blow to him.
A low-ranking monk, after losing an arm, will have a great influence on his strength. Hong Jinglin knows that Zheng Yigong is finished, and he is afraid that even eating will be hard. Of course, he will not allow such things to happen, but Zheng Yigong will be depressed because of this incident, this is the most terrible.
Although Hong Jinglin’s mood was not good, he was grateful for the care of the black monk. He looked at the black monk and sighed:
Don’t mention, this time the mission is terrible, I am The wounded, the old Zheng who came with me last time, lost an arm, hey, he is afraid of being scrapped."
When the black monk heard Hong Jinglin say this, his eyes could not help but brighten. Then the black monk looked at Hong Jinglin and said: "Mr. Hong, can I ask you to talk about it later? It is about Mr. Zheng.

When Hong Jinglin heard the black monk say this, he couldn't help but see, but he still agreed, because he is very clear, like low-level monks like them, ordinary people will not put their ideas on their heads because they Nothing, playing their ideas, there is no need at all, just like an emperor, never to count a beggar, because there is no need.
The two men sat down in the back room. The black monk poured a cup of tea on Hong Jinglin. Then he sat down and said: "Mr. Hong must be very strange about the background of our cheap pharmacy?"
Hong Jinglin nodded. In fact, it wasn't just him. Many of the thickest monks were curious about who was behind the cheap pharmacies. Why their pharmacy would be so cheap, and it was so easy to use.
The black monk smiled and said: "In fact, this is nothing remarkable. Our identity is not a secret. We are the four senses."
When Hong Jinglin heard the black monk say this, he couldn’t help but see that he really didn’t hear anything about the four senses. The black monk looked at Hong Jinglin’s appearance and knew that he had not heard of it. He was not angry, he laughed. He smiled at Hong Jinglin: "Mr. Hong, the name of Siyibang, may not have heard of it, but I said something else, Mr. Hong must have heard of it." He stopped here, and then he looked at Hong Jinglin. A word of words: "Death Knight!"
Hong Jinglin glanced, and then his eyes could not help but wide. Dingshan City was not far from Mashucheng. He certainly heard the name of death knight Zhao Hai. In fact, some small towns near Mashucheng and Dingshancheng, They all regard Zhao Hai as their pride.
Zhao Hai is famous in Mashu City, and Mashu City and Dingshan City are the same small towns. In such a small town, there are few celebrities that can appear. Zhao Hai’s appearance is born, so that these small towns I raised my eyebrows. So when I heard the words of the death knight, Hong Jinglin would be so excited. Hong Jinglin looked at the black monk and said: "You mean, the death knight has joined the four senses?"
The black monk shook his head and said: "It is not joined. In fact, the four senses were created by the death knight Zhao Hai. In fact, we should call him the helper. We are also the people of the four senses. To create the Four Senses, it is because he saw a lot of scattered repairs, has been bullied by the big forces, and he is strictly self-sufficient, but also a loose repair, so he contacted some of the scattered, together created the four senses, four Since the founding of the righteous gang, it has only been more than a month, and the lord has put all the jade he got from life and death into the Four Senses, but he still feels inadequate. He believes that he can From a corner to help with the repair, so he created a cheap pharmacy, the pharmacy sold here at a cheap pharmacy is not to make much money. In fact, the cheap pharmacy has been losing money until now, but the gang is trying to help all The dispersal, maybe one day, there will be more cheap pharmacies, and we will buy more medicines so that we can make some money."
Hong Jinglin looked at the black monk. He said only half of the words about the black monk. He is not a three-year-old child. He does not believe that there are people in the world who have black monks who say that they are not making money. Help others, then he is not a person at all, he is a saint, and there is no saint in this world! (To be continued.)