I have a promise with the beauty

For several consecutive days, Yang Qingshan besides refining elixirs was also refining elixirs. Every time he made a divine energy pill, he took advantage of the emptiness of the energy in his body and swallowed it. It not only replenished the energy but also increased it. As the energy in the body became more and more, Yang

The success rate of Qingshan alchemy is getting higher and higher, and up to five Shenqi pills can be successfully refined in one breath.

"You can go see the old man after one hundred pills. How long will it take to refine it? The medicinal materials have also been used up. This thing is too expensive."

Yang Qingshan once again succeeded in refining alchemy. Looking at the latest record of six Shenqi pills in his hand, he felt a little proud.

He swallowed one pill to replenish his energy, put the rest in a medicine bottle that already contained some Shenqi pills, and put the medicine bottle into his pocket. Yang Qingshan took out a shoe box from under the bed, which contained four of his pills.

The pocket money I coaxed from the old man over the years.

"I gave the bank card to the little nurse. Fortunately, it's still there and hasn't been touched. Otherwise, I would be broke."

Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly, the money in his hand was the last bit of capital in this small building.

After leaving the small building, Yang Qingshan clutched his stomach and was about to starve to death. He had been refining elixirs for several days and his meals were unstable. Especially just now, after refining elixirs for seven hours in a row, no water came in. Yang Qingshan hurriedly went to Lao Wangtou next door.

The seafood restaurant is doing a booming business and has regained its popularity half a month ago. Especially the few bikini beauties in the lobby are very eye-catching.

After Xiaoliu finished serving the dishes, he saw Yang Qingshan and immediately walked over, looked him up and down and said, "Brother, I haven't seen you these days, you have become more temperamental."

"You are indeed more temperamental. I didn't expect that besides being a little handsome, you also have a temperament. Why didn't I notice it a few days ago?" Beauty Xiaoli came over and said charmingly, leaning against Yang Qingshan's chest.

"Do you see it now? Brother has always been very elegant. Hurry up and serve the food. I'm going to starve to death. Just seafood fried rice and some soup. I have to go to the pharmacy." Yang Qingshan said proudly, holding out his chest.

I went up to the second floor with my belly folded, occupied a large box and sat down, and the beauty Xiaoli also walked in.

"You've been acting weird these past few days. That beautiful gangster comes here every day. When you get to the store, you see the door is closed and then leaves again."

"Why do you care so much about beautiful gangsters?" Yang Qingshan asked while drinking tea.

"I'm just curious, by the way, when will you go tell Hei Niu about me."

"Didn't I say that I don't know Hei Niu? Let's wait until he comes." Yang Qingshan said a little boredly. Whenever he came to the seafood restaurant these days, Xiaoli would talk about Hei Niu once, as if they had a leg.

"You and that black cow are not going to have an affair." Yang Qingshan asked with squinting eyes.

"Haha, how could it be? That idiot." Xiaoli said shyly, naturally dodging Yang Qingshan's suspicious glasses.

Yang Qingshan smiled and understood a little bit in his heart. Shenma was misunderstood, and Shenma was chased by Hei Niu. This beautiful model named Xiaoli was probably Hei Niu's son, and she ran away from home because of a misunderstanding.

"Women, cry, make trouble, and hang yourself. Go back quickly. Staying at the beach is not an option. What if Hei Niu is seduced by other beauties? There is no regret medicine in this world." Yang Qingshan said casually,

Start eating.

Xiaoli didn't seem to hear and looked out the window absently.

"Let's go." Yang Qingshan finished his meal, waved to Xiaoli, and left the seafood shop with a smile.

Arriving at Hua Tuo Hall with a grimace, Yang Qingshan squinted his eyes and confronted Mr. Hua.

"What? Have you run out of medicinal materials?" Mr. Hua said with a smile.

"Yes, but I don't have much money on me. Let's see... can I pay on credit?" Yang Qingshan guiltily took out a wad of money from his pocket.

"Two thousand." The clerk counted and looked at Mr. Hua, thinking that the drugstore business was not good at all and he never dared to take credit.

"Write down the account." Mr. Hua said, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

"Mr. Hua, if you have any tricks, just use them." Yang Qingshan was too curious about alchemy, so he yelled at Mr. Hua risklessly.

Yang Qingshan knew that he couldn't escape Mr. Hua's trick. The medicines sold in the entire medicinal street were extremely expensive. He would never bargain or take credit. Only Mr. Hua would give him a half discount. Otherwise, Yang Qingshan wouldn't

Will come to this Huatuo Tang again.

"Come to the back." Mr. Hua chuckled, and he and Yang Qingshan came to the warehouse again.

This time was different. Mr. Hua opened a secret door in the warehouse. Inside was a unique dark room, a coffee table, a few small chairs, and shelves on the walls. There were many bottles, cans, and other items on the shelves.

There are some potted plants. Although the whole room is small, it is neatly cleaned, and the simple smell seems mysterious.

Yang Qingshan walked in cautiously.

"Mr. Hua, won't you still buy drugs part-time?" Yang Qingshan said coldly, looking at the cardboard box in the corner of the darkroom.

"These cardboard boxes contain some precious medicinal materials. What if they are stolen if they are not hidden? Even though this darkroom is small, it is waterproof, insect-proof and mouse-proof. It cost a lot of money to decorate." Mr. Hua said, looking from the shelf

Pick up a small bottle.

"This is tea, don't be nervous." Seeing Yang Qingshan's careful look, Mr. Hua smiled and made two cups of tea.

"Say, I like to be direct." Yang Qingshan sat down and took a sip of tea, good tea.

"Have you brought the Shenqi pills?"

"I brought it, not much."

Yang Qingshan took out the medicine bottle from his pants pocket, shook it and put it on the coffee table. Mr. Hua opened the medicine bottle nervously, and a smell of medicine came to his face.

"It's really Shenqi Pill. I haven't seen it in ten years." Mr. Hua said excitedly.

"Have you seen it before?"

"Twenty years ago, I was an apprentice in a drugstore in Beijing. At that time, the drugstore owner was very proud to show the Shenqi pills to the customers. They were selling for 10,000 yuan a pill and many people were rushing to buy them. Then I came to Nanyang City to hang out.

, I have also seen Shenqi Pills, which were more expensive ten years ago, with the highest price being 30,000 per pill."

"Thirty thousand yuan a pill?!" Yang Qingshan spat out the tea excitedly and said in disbelief: "None of the most expensive pills now costs thirty thousand yuan a pill."

"Haha, I was also shocked like you at that time. Shenqi Pills are pills that can remove impurities from the body, activate blood and nourish Qi, and are the best health-preserving pills. These pills, which are equivalent to elixirs, are not mass-produced in pharmaceutical factories.

, so ten thousand yuan per pill is not expensive at all." Mr. Hua said.

Yang Qingshan swallowed his saliva and squinted at the Shenqi pills in the medicine bottle. The golden light seemed to be like grains of gold. He raised his head and asked seriously: "Mr. Hua, how much are these Shenqi pills now?"

money?"

"There are not many people who know how to refine pills. The quality and volume of goods fluctuate. Now one pill costs 20,000 yuan. But it also depends on the quality. The quality of your Shenqi Pills is average, about 10,000 yuan.

Mr. Hua looked at it carefully and said.

"Ten thousand yuan is not a lot." Yang Qingshan sighed, stretched out his hand to cap the medicine bottle and put it in his pocket.

"What? Don't you plan to sell it?" Mr. Hua asked doubtfully.

"Sell, of course. If you don't sell, how can you have the money to buy medicinal materials to refine Shenqi Pills?" Yang Qingshan smiled mysteriously.

"Then Little Brother Yang's consciousness is..." Mr. Hua stared at Yang Qingshan's pocket.

"Is there anyone selling Shenqi Pills in Nanyang City?" Yang Qingshan asked.

"It was still available ten years ago, and the average price at that time was 16,000 yuan per pill. It's gone now."

"Oh? We only sell one pill a day. Scarce things are more valuable." Yang Qingshan said slyly, carefully taking out the medicine bottle again, pouring out a Shenqi pill and giving it to Mr. Hua.

"Haha, little brother Yang is really unworthy of his talent if he doesn't go into business." Mr. Hua said with bright eyes.

ps: rolling all over the floor, asking for collection, asking for flowers