Chapter 441, Poverty

His greasiness and smoothness seem to have become labels for his life path.

Having money is also greasy, and having no money is also greasy.

Peng Yuyan, Wang Chuanjun, and even everyone on the crew did not expect that he would be defeated so completely.

Zhang Changlin, won simply.

From a counterfeit medicine dealer to a ‘fake medicine’ dealer.

However, compared to Cheng Yong, Zhang Changlin sold Indian medicine for 500 yuan for 20,000 yuan.

With the same effect and half the price, it is still cheaper than a box of Glenin which costs 50,000 yuan.

"He lost so easily." At this time, Peng Yuyan murmured: "Then what should I do? What should Lu Yiyi do?"

A box of Glenin costs 20,000 yuan, which is not medicine that he, a boy from the countryside, and Lu Yiyi can afford.

"It's fate to meet you all. You call me Brother Yong, and I'm very grateful to you all."

"Brother Yong."

At this time, Cheng Yong smoked a cigarette and said with squinted eyes: "But there is no eternal banquet in this world. As for this medicine, starting from tomorrow, I will not sell it."

"However, I don't sell it. There are always people who sell it. That Zhang Changlin, that Academician Zhang, he still sells it, and I made an agreement with him to sell it to you for three thousand yuan a box, which is affordable."

"He has more experience than us. He has been selling this medicine for more than ten years."

More than ten years of experience in selling counterfeit drugs.

I was not arrested because I was lucky, and others who were not arrested must have their own ways and abilities.

Even if it is for this channel of generic drugs and for everyone to be able to afford this medicine for a long time, giving him this channel is also for everyone's benefit.

Cheng Yong explained while drinking, but his eyes were always a little evasive - he didn't dare to meet everyone's eyes.

These are not the main reasons.

"How much did he give you."

Huang Mao can always hit the nail on the head and solve this problem.

How much did you give me?

I was given a sum of money that was considered a huge sum of money in 2003.

I have no reason to refuse at all. There is no reason to refuse.

"I have an elder and a younger one. Do you know how many years you will be sentenced if you are caught? Ten years to start! Ten years! What should I do with my parents? What should I do with my son?! I was arrested, and you don't have any medicine. Eat! You can’t even take three thousand medicines! You know!”

Cheng Yong stood up and spoke hysterically.

hysteria.

Then silence.

The acting, everything, explodes here, and Cheng Yong's well-founded cowardice is illustrated here.

You guys, don’t kidnap me morally.

I am human. I am not God!

This is Cheng Yong’s monologue——

Damn it, when you control other people's lives, when you make money, when you control other people's destiny, you call yourself a god.

Only when he was frightened did Cheng Yong realize that he was a human being, but he was still the most cowardly and despicable kind of person.

A person who wants to escape.

"I'll give you a toast, Brother Yong, thank you."

At this time, Huang Mao toasted Cheng Yong with a drink and then left.

"Brother Yong, thank you."

"Thanks."

At the breakup banquet, everyone left one after another without continuing to eat the hot pot.

A glass of practice wine

The smuggling team is disbanded here at this time.

In the light and shadow lens, there is only Li Yun and Cheng Yong.

There is something very magical about this script.

Because of Li Yun's acting skills, he led everyone's acting skills to get into it.

And the script itself is also extremely depressing.

After the protagonist encountered his first setback, he chose to decisively shrink his eggs.

But everyone seems to be fully involved.

In addition to Li Yun's solo acting skills, the acting skills of others

Betrayal, disappointment.

But there is nothing to be done about it. This is how Peng Yuyan feels at this moment, and it is also a little painful.

A paradoxical pain.

Obviously this is a kind of moral kidnapping, and this behavior is absolutely shameful.

However, in the face of life, the so-called moral kidnapping has become less so.

Cheng Yong's life seems to be back on track after being cleansed.

Especially after he went through a physical examination, he learned one thing - his chronic myelogenous leukemia was an own mistake.

He does not have leukemia.

From that day on, his life was no longer connected with "Glenin". Today, Cheng Yong is an entrepreneur and a tailor company.

His body had lost its greasiness, and he looked like a small businessman. The greasiness and unruliness on his face had turned into a false smile to please others.

Cheng Yong, who once claimed to be a god, has been smoothed away and exhausted by life.

Until Lu Yiyi's wife came to find him.

"Brother and sister, why are you here?"

"I finally found you, Brother Yong. Can you still get Indian medicine? Lao Lu is dying."

"Indian medicine? Isn't Zhang Changlin selling it?"

"He was copied by the police."

At this time, Cheng Yong felt confused.

Doubtful, confused, confused, incredible.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, he. He has been doing this for more than ten years, and he still gives lectures every year? How is this possible? This is only the second year?"

One of the reasons why Cheng Yong is afraid of Zhang Changlin.

Probably because he even sold fake Glenin for more than ten years and gave lectures every year, but the arrogant "Academician Zhang" still had nothing to do with his coolness.

Cheng Yong felt that he was a very "way" person.

No matter what, such a person is more suitable to be the 'god of medicine' than himself, and he is more qualified than himself to enjoy this qualification of being a 'god'.

The results of it.

As a result, it failed the next year, was copied, and people ran away.

Lao Lu's wife was kneeling to Cheng Yong.

Kneel down and beg Brother Yong.

Their family is already going bankrupt. Because of this disease, Brother Yong would not be able to survive without his Indian Glenin.

please

Deep shots - sounds in the alley, a kneeling woman.

Harsh.

Cheng Yong could only say.

"I'll go see Lao Lu in two days."

For Cheng Yong, today's meeting with a major customer is also an important event in his life.

The indulgent singing and dancing in the song and dance hall could not dispel Cheng Yong's doubts.

He returned home and turned on his computer to search online.

The largest fake Indian drug case of Meglitin in China was uncovered.

The principal criminal, Zhang Changlin, is on the run.

It's true, this counterfeit drug dealer was arrested at this moment and is on the run.

He became the city's most wanted criminal.

Cheng Yong smiled.

The smile was so heart-wrenching, people are not grass and trees. Maybe I left out of my own selfishness, but did I really feel that I couldn't shoulder this important responsibility?

Let a man like Zhang Changlin run it.

He will have a greater chance of giving his friends a way out and giving them the right and reason to survive.

But this is so ironic.

In just two years, he was already busted and absconding.

Why?

This is Cheng Yong's doubt, and it is also the answer that Cheng Yong may never get in his life.

"Lao Lu."

"Hey, you look really cool with your haircut."

Meeting after two years.

In the same scene, Cheng Yong has become an outstanding entrepreneur relying on his money.

Lu Yiyi, on the other hand, became a patient with a withered face and a weak look on his face.

There is a feeling of a dying person.

"You're so brave that you dared to commit suicide."

Lu Yiyi smiled weakly and still said.

"Eat an orange."

Cheng Yong said after a moment of silence.

"Why is it like this?"

"Myrrh."

The expressions on the faces between the two, the acting.

One is wronged, weak, and dying.

One seemed to feel guilty, disbelieving, and heartbroken, even his heart ached.

"Bed No. 2 needs to be debrided."

The doctor's words interrupted their reunion.

Without platelets, Lu benefited from the sudden change. The small wounds were expanding endlessly, and the pain of cleaning them reached Cheng Yong's ears.

This painful cry was voiced by Wang Chuanjun himself.

Stop barking.

Stop barking.

Please, don't.

In order to perform this scene well, Wang Chuanjun used a very cruel method to himself. He didn't sleep for three days and three nights.

To fully express that feeling of 'weakness' by torturing your body.

This vicious way of treating oneself seems more like a 'punishment'.

But this kind of 'punishment' also gave Lu Yiyi a highlight moment in his final completion.

Real pain and real weakness spurred the protagonist Cheng Yong's heart.

Cheng Yong is crying

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Seeing his friend in such pain, Cheng Yong decided to vote.

He found his own translator, a former pastor.

"Go to India and take a box with you."

"Now is different from before. Many barriers are gone." At this time, the pastor said softly: "It's not easy to deal with."

"The line at sea can still be used."

Cheng Yong decided to go in person to bring medicine back to his friend.

After two years, I once again came to India, a dirty and messy country that can produce life-saving medicines.

In the mist, the protagonist saw a statue of a god, an Indian sacrifice.

The object of sacrifice is called the ‘Medicine God’.

Lu Yiyi's drama has been completed.

Greining was brought back, but Lu benefited from entering a period of rapid change.

This medicine is a genuine medicine, but it doesn't work.

He died, the second major character to appear and the first to finish.

Black and white photos, a few sticks of incense, a few fellow patients, and then no one remembered him.

We just met again tomorrow

The autumn wind is bleak, and the light autumn wind brings sadness to Cheng Yong.

The gray and white tones are the portrayal of this businessman who made his fortune through smuggling.

"I"

"Thank you, Brother Yong."

Lu Yiyi’s widow still thanked Cheng Yong.

This thank you failed to save Lu Yiyi's life.

He did not undergo surgery to give him a slim chance of survival.

He committed suicide.

Because of the medical expenses required for the operation, the family cannot afford it.

Because Lu Yiyi has a son and a wife, he cannot be a drag on them.

My life.

It has been very successful. I have successfully emerged from the "smuggling" beheading industry and become a well-known people's entrepreneur. My son no longer has to live a life of hunger.

My life is here.

If I continue step by step, I will lead a relatively successful life and achieve my own results in this era where there are opportunities for success everywhere.

Get your own beauty.

Cheng Yong asked himself.

I'm not a leukemia patient.

What am I going to do?

I'm not God.

What can I do?

Cheng Yong asked himself this question over and over again, trying to convince himself over and over again.

Even angry over and over again.

Angry at himself.

Now that Lv Shouyi is dead, the last words his friend left for him were probably to tell him to eat more oranges.

Eat some oranges.

The last words are still ringing in his ears.

Surrounding his ears.

At this time, Cheng Yong walked out of Lv Shouyi's narrow home, surrounded by the crowd.

Even though they have not been engaged in this career for many years, those leukemia patients who are still alive still respect and love Cheng Yong.

Their eager eyes.

Transmitted from the depths of their eyes.

Asking, longing.

Even if Cheng Yong can't give an answer at this time, they still maintain their respect and love.

Thank you, Brother Yong.

You gave us the right to live with dignity.

The shot of this scene is very artistic, and even this art has a hint of shock.

Surrounded by the crowd.

Cheng Yong left.

In this scene, Cheng Yong has a different kind of divinity in his movements.

A solemn divinity.

Under the art of lens language.

Cheng Yong's figure is also covered with a layer of brilliance.

He seems to have made a decision.

A decision that goes against his nature.

What made Cheng Yong choose to import drugs from India again?

Because of Lu Shouyi's suicide?

Or because of other reasons, this extremely selfish guy made a different decision from before.

Or an impulse.

The starting point of any role is always motivated.

The shaping without motivation is the shaping of failure.

"What kind of people are considered successful in this society?"

Cheng Yong is very obsessed with success.

Because of his failure, his wife left him, his sister-in-law looked down on him, his landlord looked down on him, his neighbors looked down on him, and even I looked down on myself.

But there is one thing that gives me dignity.

When I became the leader of this generic drug, when I brought Gleevec back to save their lives.

Everything became different.

I seem to have succeeded.

It seems that everyone loves me.

Admire me.

I have achieved my own success.

Is my success money?

I used to think it was.

My success is because I saved their lives.

"Come back, I want to continue selling medicine."

"Okay."

With just one simple sentence, the yellow-haired man in the small team returned to the team.

Let's go to India to get Grenin together.

The smuggling team of that year is back, but it's just missing people.

It's missing a Lu Shouyi.

"How much do you sell your medicine for this time?"

"500 yuan."

. . .

When Cheng Yong said the 500 yuan, everyone was shocked.

That greedy and greasy man who wanted to achieve universal success.

He was also cunning. In the past, he was just better than Zhang Changlin.

When he said 500 yuan for a box of medicine, everyone looked at him with admiration.

Because at this time Cheng Yong began to think about what he wanted.

When everyone says that I am trash, I am not convinced and I want to tell you that I am not trash.

I have achieved an achievement that trash cannot achieve.

But I seem to have not been recognized by one person. Yes, that person is myself. Even after I pursue success in the universal sense, I am still myself. I want to be a person recognized by myself.

"I will sell it for 500 yuan."

"Boss Cheng, we are grasshoppers on the same rope. If I get caught, you will not feel good either."

Zhang Changlin, who was wanted by the whole city, appeared in front of Cheng Yong.

The high-spirited speaker, with mousse on his head and a big profiteer in a suit and leather shoes in private, he always maintains his dignity.

But now he looks very down and out in front of Cheng Yong.

It's so down and out that people can't bear to look at it.

He is a big villain. He bought medicine for 500 yuan and sold it for 10,000 or 20,000 yuan.

He could have made a lot of money.

But now he is down and out like a rat on the street.

"Three hundred thousand yuan, you go."

Originally, Zhang Changlin only wanted 200,000 yuan.

Cheng Yong gave him 100,000 yuan, asking him to disappear forever

Let him keep the medicine secret.

The expression on Zhang Changlin's face changed several times and finally turned into a smile: "I heard that you didn't make money from this business. I thought you came back to make a comeback. You are very righteous."

"Brother, I have a word of advice to you here. I have been selling this medicine for so many years. I only found that there is only one disease in the world, that is poverty."

"You can't cure this disease, forget it."

At this time, Zhang Changlin, who had nothing, warned Cheng Yong, his junior, earnestly.

But in the end, he didn't get Cheng Yong's reply.

Zhang Changlin just replied lightly.

Take care.

This big tycoon who seemed to be competing with the protagonist in the middle of the plot, a counterfeit drug crime expert, sold starch grains for 2,000 yuan, and is now the most wanted criminal in Shanghai.

In the end, he couldn't escape the police's net.

"Any crime will be brought to justice!" This is the line of the director.

He personally interrogated Zhang Changlin, the extremely evil criminal.

"Tell me quickly, which group of criminals are still selling fake drugs in the Magic City now."

Zhang Changlin has fallen, but Indian Gleevec is still circulating in the Magic City.

It can be said that there is a new fake drug leader who has replaced Zhang Changlin's position.

He must know something.

"Of course I know who it is."

"Who?"

"Me!"

Zhang Changlin said complacently at this time: "In the entire Magic City, who doesn't know that Professor Zhang of Nano Gleevec has been in this city for more than ten years! If I admit that I am second, no one dares to admit that I am first! Hahahaha!"

Zhang Changlin looked at the director in front of him unscrupulously, and the director still used those high-sounding words to trap Zhang Changlin.

You extremely evil criminals!

Evil?

In the past two years, my Gleevec has saved at least 800 people if not 1,000!

Then thinking of this, Zhang Changlin laughed.

It was still the same expression of crying and laughing.

It was also one of the most painful lines in the entire I Am Not a God of Medicine.

"I have been selling fake medicine for ten years. I am Professor Zhang, who is famous in Shanghai."

"When I started selling real medicine, I was a criminal who had to be brought to justice."

"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!"