Chapter 441, Poverty

His greasy and smooth nature seemed to have become labels of his life. He is greasy whether he has money or not. Eddie Peng, Wang Chuanjun, and even everyone in the crew, did not expect that he would fail so completely.

Zhang Changlin won easily. He went from being a fake drug dealer to a fake drug dealer.

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

The same effect, half the price, it is still cheaper than the 50,000 yuan box of Gleevec . "It's so easy for him to lose." At this time, Peng Yuyan murmured: "What should I do? What about Lu Shouyi?"

Gleevec, which costs 20,000 yuan per box, is not something a country boy like him or Lu Shouyi can afford.

"It is fate that I met you all. You call me Brother Yong, and I am very grateful to you all."

"Brother Yong."

At this time, Cheng Yong smoked a cigarette and squinted his eyes and said, "But all good things must come to an end. Starting tomorrow, I will not sell this medicine."

"But even if I don't sell it, there are always people who sell it. That Zhang Changlin, the Academician Zhang, still sells it. And I have agreed with him that I will sell it to you at 3,000 yuan a box. You can afford it."

"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 lucky not to be caught, but others who were not caught must have their own ways and abilities.

Even if it is just for the channel of generic drugs, so that everyone can afford this medicine for a long time, giving him this channel is also for everyone's good.

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

"How much did he give you?"

Huangmao always hits the nail on the head and points out the problem.

How much money did you give me?

Gave me a huge sum of money in 2003.

I have no reason to refuse. No reason to refuse.

"I have elderly parents and young children to take care of. Do you know how many years I will be sentenced to if I'm arrested? Ten years at the very least! Ten years! What will happen to my parents? What will happen to my son?! If I'm arrested, you won't have any medicine to take! You won't even be able to take the three thousand dollars worth of medicine! Do you understand?"

Cheng Yong stood up and spoke hysterically.

hysteria.

Then silence.

Acting skills, everything, erupts here, explaining here Cheng Yong's cowardice with reasons. You, don't blackmail me morally.

I am a human being, not a god!

This is Cheng Yong’s monologue——

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

When he was terrified, Cheng Yong realized that he was a human being, and a most cowardly and despicable one at that . A person who wanted to escape.

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

At this time, Huangmao toasted a glass to Cheng Yong and then left.

"Brother Yong, thank you."

"Thanks."

At the farewell banquet, everyone didn't continue eating hotpot and left one after another.

A glass of wine for practice The smuggling team disbanded here at this moment.

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

There is something magical about this script.

Because of Li Yun's acting skills, he led everyone's acting skills and brought everyone into it.

The script itself is also extremely depressing. After the protagonist encountered the first setback, he chose to shrink his eggs decisively.

But everyone seemed to be fully engaged.

Except for Li Yun's solo acting, the acting of others betrayed and disappointed.

But there is nothing she can do about it. This is how Peng Yuyan feels at this moment, and it’s also a little painful.

A paradoxical pain.

This is clearly a form of moral kidnapping, and this behavior is absolutely shameful.

However, in the face of life, the so-called moral kidnapping becomes less important.

Cheng Yong's life seemed to be back on track after he was cleansed.

Especially after he had a physical examination, he found out that his chronic myeloid leukemia was a misunderstanding.

He does not have leukemia. From that day on, his life is no longer connected with "Gleevec". Today, Cheng Yong is an entrepreneur and runs a tailoring business.

The greasiness on his body was gone, and he had a bit of the commercialism of a small businessman. The greasiness and arrogance on his face turned into a hypocritical smile to please others.

Cheng Yong, who once called himself a god, has been worn down and exhausted by life.

Until Lu Shouyi’s wife came to him.

"Sister-in-law, why are you here?"

"Finally found you, Brother Yong. Can you get some Indian medicine? Old Lu is dying."

"Indian medicine? Isn't that what Zhang Changlin is selling?"

"He was raided by the police."

At this time, Cheng Yong felt confused.

Doubtful, bewildered, puzzled, and incredible.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible. 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 was afraid of Zhang Changlin.

It is probably because he even sold fake Gleevec for more than ten years and gave lectures every year, but the arrogant "Academician Zhang" was still as cool as ever and nothing happened to him.

Cheng Yong felt that he was a very "capable" person. Such a person, no matter what, was more suitable to be the "God of Medicine" than himself, and he was more qualified than himself to enjoy the qualification of being a "God".

What's the result?

As a result, it failed the next year, was raided, and the owner ran away.

Lao Lu’s wife was kneeling down to Cheng Yong.

Kneel down and beg Brother Yong.

Their family is almost bankrupt because of this disease. If it weren't for Yongge's Indian Gleevec, he would not have survived.

Please Deep shots - voices in the alley, 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 client is also an important event in his life.

The unrestrained singing and dancing in the dance hall could not dispel Cheng Yong’s doubts.

He returned home, turned on his computer and searched the Internet.

The largest Indian Gleevec counterfeit drug case in the entire Chinese region was uncovered.

The main culprit, Zhang Changlin, is currently on the run.

It’s true, this fake drug dealer has been arrested and is on the run right now.

He became the city's most wanted criminal.

Cheng Yong smiled.

The smile was so fucking heart-wrenching. People are not plants. Maybe he left out of his own selfishness. Didn't he really feel that he couldn't take on this important task? Let Zhang Changlin, who has a way, 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.

After only two years, he was caught and absconded.

Why? This is Cheng Yong’s question, and it is also an answer that Cheng Yong may never get in his lifetime.

"Old Lu."

"Hey, your haircut looks pretty neat."

We met after two years.

In the same shot, Cheng Yong has become an outstanding entrepreneur relying on the money he earned back then.

Lu Shouyi, on the other hand, became a haggard patient with a weak look on his face, giving him the look of a dying man.

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

Lu Shouyi smiled weakly and continued speaking.

"Have an orange."

Cheng Yong said after a moment of silence.

"Why is it like this?"

“There is no medicine.”

The expressions on their faces, the acting between the two of them.

A wronged, weak, dying.

One seems to feel guilty, unbelievable, uncomfortable and distressed, and even the heart is aching.

"Bed number two needs to be debrided."

The doctor's words interrupted their reunion.

Without platelets, Lu Shouyi entered the blast crisis. His small wounds kept expanding, and the pain of clearing the wounds reached Cheng Yong's ears.

This section of painful wails was voiced by Wang Chuanjun himself.

Stop shouting.

Stop shouting.

Please, don't. In order to act this scene well, Wang Chuanjun used a very cruel method on himself. He did not sleep for three days and three nights.

The feeling of 'weakness' is fully presented by torturing one's own body.

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

But this kind of "punishment" also gave Lu Shouyi's final completion a highlight moment.

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

Cheng Yong was crying “Ahhhhhhhhh!”

Seeing his friend in so much pain, Cheng Yong decided to do something.

He found his own personal translator, a former pastor.

“Take a box to India.”

"It's different now than before. Many checkpoints are gone." At this time, the pastor said softly, "It's getting difficult."

"The line at sea is still usable."

Cheng Yong decided to go there in person to bring back medicine for his friend . After two years, he came to India again, a country that is dirty and messy but can produce life-saving medicine.

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

The object of worship is called "Medicine God".

The filming of Lu Shouyi's play has been completed.

Grenin was brought back, but Lu, who had entered a period of rapid change, benefited.

This medicine is genuine and it is useless.

He died. He was the second main character to appear and the first to be finished.

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

We just met again The autumn wind was bleak, and the light autumn wind brought sadness to Cheng Yong.

The grayish-white tones portray the businessman who made his fortune from smuggling at this moment.

"I"

"Thank you, Brother Yong."

Lu Shouyi's widow still thanked Cheng Yong.

This thank you could not save Lu Shouyi's life.

He did not undergo surgery to take his chances of survival.

He committed suicide.

This family cannot afford the medical expenses required for the surgery.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Because Lu Shouyi has a son and a wife, and he cannot become a burden to them.

My life.

It's already perfect. I have successfully escaped from the deadly industry of smuggling 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 had followed the routine, I would have lived a relatively successful life and achieved my own results in this era full of opportunities for success.

Get your own beauty.

Cheng Yong asked himself.

I'm not a leukemia patient.

What should I 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 anger over and over again.

Anger at oneself.

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

Have some oranges.

The last words are still ringing in my ears.

Surrounding your ears.

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

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

Their longing eyes.

It shines out from the depths of the gaze.

Inquiring, in desiring.

Even if Cheng Yong couldn't give an answer at this time, they still maintained their respect and love for him.

Thank you, Brother Yong.

It gave us the right to live with dignity.

This scene was shot in a very artistic way, and this art even had a hint of shock. Surrounded by the crowd.

Cheng Yong left.

In this scene, Cheng Yong's movements have a different kind of divinity.

A solemn divinity.

Under the art of lens language.

Cheng Yong's figure was also covered with a layer of glory.

He seemed to have made a decision.

A decision that goes against one's nature.

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

Because of Lu Shouyi’s suicide?

Or was it because of some other reason that this extremely selfish guy made a decision different from the past.

It was still an impulse.

There is always a motivation for any character's starting point.

Shaping without motivation is a failed shaping.

“What kind of people are considered successful in this society?”

Cheng Yong is very obsessed with success.

Because of my failure, my wife left me, my sister-in-law looked down on me, my landlord looked down on me, my neighbors looked down on me, 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 has changed.

I seemed to be successful.

It seemed like everyone loved me.

Admire me.

I achieved my own success.

Is my success money?

I used to think so.

My success is because I saved their lives.

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

"good."

With just a few simple words, the yellow-haired guy in the small team returned to the team.

Let's go to India to get Gleeve.

The smuggling team from that time is back, but they are missing some people.

There is one Lu Yiyi missing.

"How much are your medicines selling for this time?"

"500 yuan."

. . .

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

That greedy, greasy man who wants to achieve universal success.

He was also cunning, and in the past, he was only slightly better than Zhang Changlin.

When he said that a box of medicine cost 500 yuan, everyone was impressed.

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

When everyone says that they are trash, I will not accept it and I want to tell you that I am not trash.

I got an achievement that no one else could achieve.

But I seem to have not received the recognition of one person. Yes, that person is myself. Even after I have pursued success in the universal sense, I am still myself. I want to be a person that even I recognize.

“I’ll sell it for 500 yuan.”

"Boss Cheng, we are in the same boat. If I get caught, you won't feel good either."

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

That high-spirited orator, with mousse on his head and a big profiteer in a suit and tie in private, he always maintains his dignity.

But now he looked extremely miserable in front of Cheng Yong.

It's so desolate that it's unbearable to look at.

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

He could have made a fortune.

But now he is as poor as a street rat.

"Three hundred thousand dollars, you go."

Originally, Zhang Changlin only wanted 200,000.

Cheng Yong gave him 100,000 yuan and asked him to disappear forever, so that he could keep the drug issue to himself.

Zhang Changlin's expression changed several times and finally turned into a smile: "I heard that you didn't make any money from this job. I thought you came back to fight back and make a comeback. You are quite righteous."

"I'm here to give you a piece of advice. I've been selling this medicine for so many years, and I've only discovered that there is only one disease in the world, and that's poverty."

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

Zhang Changlin, who had nothing left at this time, gave his junior Cheng Yong a serious warning.

But in the end, I didn’t get a reply from Cheng Yong.

Zhang Changlin just replied indifferently.

Take care.

This big boss, who seems to be competing with the protagonist in the middle of the plot, is an expert in counterfeit medicine crimes, sells starch granules for two thousand yuan, and is now the most wanted criminal in Shanghai.

He was ultimately unable to escape the police's dragnet.

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

At this time, he came personally to interrogate 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 Shanghai.

It can be said that there is a new fake drug boss 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 I, Professor Zhang Nanogrenin, have been in this city for more than ten years! If I am second to you, no one dares to claim to be first! Hahahahaha!"

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

You extremely evil criminals! Are you evil? In the past two years, my Gleevec has saved at least 800 people, if not 1,000! Then thinking of this, Zhang Changlin smiled.

It's still the kind of expression that makes you cry and laugh at the same time.

It is also one of the most painful lines in the entire Dying to Survive.

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

"When I start selling real drugs, I will be the criminal who will be brought to justice."

“Hahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!”

(End of this chapter)