Chapter 442, I Am Not a God

Shocked.

Null.

There is also a buzzing sound in the ears

This section of the dialogue is Wang Yanhui's own improvisation, improvisation. This villain, this unattractive villain, asked his own questions and confusion.

He was very confused.

I am indeed not a good person. I have been selling fake medicine for more than ten years and have defrauded at least several million.

I have plenty of money.

I use starch granules to give terminally ill patients hope and drain their money. I also have my own moral logic in it-anyway, they can't afford Gleevec even if they go bankrupt, so it's better to take the placebo I give them, and die early to leave some for their families.

It can also save my family from suffering.

How good is this?

And I have been doing "evil" for ten years, and no sanctions have been imposed on me. Instead, I have become more rampant, and even I myself began to believe that I am "Academician Zhang".

Did the people from the Industrial and Commercial Administration come to me during this period?

Yes, and every time I "abiding by the law" paid a large amount of fines.

Then I continued to be my "Academician Zhang".

Ten years.

I accumulated a lot of wealth, and when there was an opportunity for me to make more profits.

I did it as a matter of course.

To sell "real medicine".

Medicine that can cure diseases.

However, when I can really sell medicine that can cure diseases.

I became a criminal who must be brought to justice.

"What the hell is this!"

"What the hell is this!"

Wang Yanhui, at this time, seemed to be crazy.

The whole crew was a little turbulent.

He was too deep into the play.

At this time, Liu Shanhe was busy with the next things in the unit, in addition to the TV series "Wei Sili".

There are also things about movies, which are also being carried out simultaneously. Li Modu is now gradually drifting away from the Beijing circle and is now closer to the CCTV circle. The next plan is probably the series of "Operation Mekong" and "Operation Red Sea".

They are all planned by the central circle, and the Bayi Film Studio is responsible for the production. The first-line combination is still there.

In his spare time, he also heard about "Dying to Survive".

A movie whose composition is unclear.

Is it an art film? Or a commercial film?

Or a superhero movie?

Who knows? He doesn't know, and he doesn't care.

He only knows that several people from the Bayi faction were asked to act in it, including Wang Yanhui, a national second-level actor.

He has good acting skills, average looks, and a sense of officialdom. There is a sense of leadership in his temperament.

The range of roles is not wide.

For so many years, he has only been a good supporting role and has been nominated for several supporting role awards. He is the kind of person who is dispensable in the unit, who does things well but is not outstanding.

The kind of person who is occasionally forgotten.

Liu Shanhe has already paid attention to Li Yun, and now he has come to him to take away Wang Yanhui, an unknown Mesozoic actor.

An actor who is forgotten, but it will not surprise people.

"I don't know how he performed."

Liu Shanhe vaguely remembered the script. The role played by Wang Yanhui was the protagonist's opponent.

Oh no, it can only be regarded as a mid-term opponent.

He is not even the main villain of the protagonist. It should be a marginal role.

A role wandering on the edge of isolation.

It is also worthy of his position as a national second-level actor at the age of over 40.

In the end, it is also destined to be a transparent retirement of national second-level actors.

In fact, Liu Shanhe does not like this kind of actor who looks a bit mixed up, but this is also a characteristic product of the unit. There are such people in any public unit, and you can't stop it.

The iron rice bowl is really good, right.

"Wang Tao, Wang Yanhui is about to finish shooting recently, so arrange the role of Wesley for him."

"I told him before, but he seemed to refuse." Wang Tao paused and said: "He said that he was exhausted from playing that role and needed to rest for a while."

Exhausted?

Liu Shanhe thought for a moment. From the script and setting of the role he had just read, it didn't seem like a role that would make people exhausted.

"Okay."

Since it was useless to give him a chance, there was nothing to say, and there was nothing to care about.

Anyway, he was not an actor who could leave a deep impression on people.

One.

Transparent.

"What do you think of Xiao Li's I Am Not the God of Medicine?" At this time, Liu Shanhe suddenly asked Wang Tao next to him.

As the person in charge of the first-line team of Bayi Film Studio.

Wang Tao had also read some scripts of God of Medicine. From the quality point of view, it was not too bad, but some things in it made people a little confused.

For example, Wang Tao, it was hard to tell what kind of film he was doing. Was it a commercial film? Or an art film?

These two sets have different logics.

If Li Yun's Let the Bullets Fly, from the script point of view, still follows the division mode of commercial films and art films, then this one, I Am Not the God of Medicine, is a little confusing.

Maybe it's an art film.

At least from the perspective of the team, it seems to have the feeling of an art film.

"Many people say that he has run out of ideas and don't know what he is doing. I don't think he has run out of ideas. I can only say that there are not many surprises."

Now Liu Shanhe doesn't dare to make a conclusion about Li Yun easily.

After all, this guy really has some talent.

So far, if we talk about acting explosion, who has brought the highlight.

Then Lv Shouyi was the first wave of explosion, weakness before death, struggle, and finally gave up his life and made a difficult decision.

That was the absolute highlight of his acting.

A TV actor who came out of the Love Apartment, an actor in a big variety show, brought such an explosion, which made people absolutely unimaginable that this guy who came out of the Love Apartment could have such a level.

So amazing.

And the second wave of acting explosion was the line that Zhang Changlin played when he left the stage.

Being in the scene, roaring and shouting with empathy, that means completely integrating into the role, that means completely empathizing with the role.

It is ridicule, but with one's own confusion and confusion.

Why?

Zhang Changlin asked.

Wang Yanhui also asked.

"He was too deep into the role. His acting skills were great, but he was also hurting his body and mind."

At this time, Peng Yuyan was watching the acting skills here, with a hint of shock in her eyes.

And there was also tremendous pressure.

This pressure came from everyone's acting skills.

I originally thought that with my current ability, I could at least be one of the best here, not to mention being able to beat the crowd.

My goal is Li Yun.

I want to surpass Li Yun in the field of actors.

But now?

His confidence in the method school was shattered and shattered!

The Wang Chuanjun who played in the Love Apartment, and this unknown actor in the system now.

They slapped him in the face.

At this time, Peng Yuyan also reacted a little bit after realizing it.

Why can they show such strength?

They are excellent actors themselves.

And now, there is a strong sense of substitution and immersion.

The excellence of the script

This is definitely not an ordinary script. At this moment, Peng Yuyan is a little confused.

By the way, he cried.

Cry for the fate of this character.

Cry for yourself.

This script is fucking awesome.

"I just want to survive. What did I do wrong? A bottle of Gleevec costs 50,000 yuan. My house is gone and my family is ruined. I beg you."

Facing the patient's pleading.

Cao Bing was also in pain.

Cheng Yong's sister-in-law, the policewoman who disdained Cheng Yong, a rubbish, from the beginning.

Her temper is not very good, and even a little explosive, but she does a very good job in her police duties.

Cao Bing is not pedantic. She is not the kind of thug who only listens to orders from her superiors. She has her own thoughts and thinking.

For example, in the case of Indian drug smuggling, with his ability, can there be no progress for so many years?

She knows.

She just doesn't want to investigate.

But this time, it is difficult to violate the military order, so she arrested those patients and detained them.

Twenty-four hours of detention.

To pry open their mouths.

Now, who is doing this new Glenin after Zhang Changlin's fall?

And these patients in the cell.

None of them are willing to speak.

None of them are willing to confess the medicine god in their hearts.

Cao Bing asked himself.

Is it right?

As a policeman, I have to be a knife stabbing the people?

"Law is greater than emotion. As a policeman, why don't you understand this? Our existence is to maintain the dignity of the law, social order and justice. If the law loses its deterrent power? Then this society will be in chaos."

"He dared to smuggle Indian drugs today. Once his greed expands, I dare not imagine what he will smuggle in the future!"

"This hole must not be opened."

At this time, the director looked at Cao Bing, rational and sober.

He knew what he had to do.

Whose dignity was being maintained.

At this moment, it seemed that Cao Bing also understood the truth of what the director said, and seemed to understand what he said.

"Give me half a month."

Cao Bing is a very capable policeman. He found her brother-in-law in this half month.

It should be said that he was her former brother-in-law.

The cowardly man she despised, irritable, and greasy, although he didn't know how he became a people's entrepreneur from that unknown guy back then.

But if you think about it carefully, it seems that he did make a fortune in a weird way, and the conflict with Zhang Changlin still has a criminal record.

After many years, this sister-in-law found Cheng Yong.

After many years.

When they met again.

I didn't expect that he would be in such a position.

"Do you suspect me of smuggling? Don't, I am an excellent people's entrepreneur. I abide by the law and pay taxes on time. If you slander me, I will sue you."

Cheng Yong said at this time: "But everyone says that your sister-in-law is half of my brother-in-law, otherwise."

Still the same two-faced look as before.

Greasy, mercenary, outspoken, wanting people to beat him up anytime and anywhere.

In the past, this rubbish brother-in-law always used these rubbish to tease her

But this time is different.

This time, the reason why his brother-in-law said this was actually to divert his attention from him.

At this time, Cao Bing seemed to know that in the eyes of this experienced policeman, it was basically certain that he had committed the crime.

"Stop it."

"I don't understand. I'm a good people's entrepreneur." At this time, Cheng Yong smiled and said: "I can't take it, I can't take it. If I take it, what will my workers eat."

"Why are you cutting your hair? Without the little yellow hair on your end, I'm still a little used to it."

"I'm going home, Brother Yong. Look, I've bought all the tickets."

Back then, the little yellow-haired Peng Hao came here and came to this big city just to avoid hurting his family.

Came here intending to die alone.

How could he afford to eat Glenin?

A boy from the countryside, with the money he earns from working, he has to buy even the cheapest painkillers in pill form.

"Quite energetic."

"Thank you, Brother Yong."

"Let's go and get the medicine."

The little yellow-haired Peng Hao glanced at Cheng Yong, as if he wanted to remember this figure in his mind.

The two of them were the same as before.

Just this time.

Unlike before, the police had already kept an eye on Cheng Yong, and this time it could be said to be an operation to close the net.

But this time.

Cheng Yong was not surprised. He had expected this day, but what he didn't expect was that Huang Mao Penghao would come forward this time.

He wanted to be caught instead of Cheng Yong.

But in the end, he died.

Died in a car accident on the road.

By the way, this country boy can't drive.

A person who can't drive willingly dies on the road without dying of illness.

"Thank you, Brother Yong."

at this time.

Peng Yuyan felt her body falling, the feeling of death. By the way, this is not the feeling of death, this is the feeling of relief.

A leukemia patient who did not die from the disease.

There is always something.

more important.

ah.

What's ahead?

It's heaven.

A heaven without disease and pain

very nice.

Dead and gone.

Friends, comrades, enemies, in the end I was the only one left.

Numbly sent the remaining Glenin to the mainland, so that the patient could live one more day with hope.

No one kidnapped Cheng Yong morally. This was Cheng Yong's own decision from the bottom of his heart.

choices made.

After all, this crime has not escaped the justice, and the criminal has finally been brought to justice.

Any criminals are brought to justice.

It should all be very satisfying.

I seemed to know that there would be results like today.

Smuggling.

Such a big sin.

When I decided to stop working, it was because I was afraid of the ten-year prison sentence.

How many decades are there in life?

Cheng Yong cherished it very much.

You should cherish your time.

"Do you think I'm stupid? I just want to live a good life, but I don't want to be a good entrepreneur. I insist on getting involved in this shit, and I turned from an entrepreneur into a prisoner."

At this time, Cheng Yong was talking to Li Yun.

Li Yun could no longer hear the sounds outside clearly, and all he could see was the character named Cheng Yong.

At this moment, all his Armani, Mercedes-Benz, Rolex, and Swiss watches had been replaced by prison suits.

Yellow and white striped clothes, a prison van for escorting prisoners.

Li Yun seemed not to be on a set, but in a real, bloody world.

An ordinary person would have gone crazy a long time ago, this feeling of being unable to distinguish between reality and illusion - but Li Yun was different. Li Yun even embraced the taste and feeling of this illusion and reality.

at this place.

it's here.

Talk to Cheng Yong.

"You are not stupid, you are very courageous and powerful."

Li Yun paused and said, "You are one of the greatest people I have ever met."

"Ha, then you must be exaggerating."

Cheng Yong said with a smile while fiddling with his silver bracelet.

"Just kidding, my silver bracelet."

He teased Li Yun and said with emotion.

"I actually don't know why I went back to smuggling Glenin. Obviously, according to my personality, I should stay away from this kind of thing. I don't want to get involved in this kind of strange trouble."

"But now, it seems that I have made a decision that goes against myself."

"It's too late to regret now."

It was precisely because it was too late that Cheng Yong was able to think and think about this interesting question.

Why did I get involved in Glenin's smuggling?

never mind.

It doesn't matter if there is no answer to this question.

But at least what I can understand is that this decision was made by me personally, a decision made by my own will, Cheng Yong.

Regardless of the consequences of this decision.

I bear all the responsibility alone.

The judge sentenced me to ten years in prison.

Because this is the punishment I deserve.

At this time, Cheng Yong was smiling and thinking clearly.

If it were the crew, it would be Li Yun in the camera.

With a huge smile.

Incomparably clear thoughts.

Incredibly, someone who was clearly going to serve a sentence had a look of relief on his face.

However.

The next shot is the most incredible.

Even the escorting police officers were shocked by the footage.

On the way to the prison, people wearing masks were seen off on both sides.

Ten miles long, the patients who received Cheng Yong's kindness came here spontaneously, watching him go to prison, watching him go to be punished for his crimes.

To send a prisoner to prison

To send the God of Medicine.

Cheng Yong at this time.

Really like a god.

But Cheng Yong, at this time, smiled bitterly and said.

Sorry, I am not a god.