Chapter 9, Selling Medicine

At the entrance of the black market, there was still the same bearded man: "It costs a fortune to enter the market!"

These days, Fang Rui has been visiting the black market a lot, and he has also heard someone say that this person's name is Yuan Da, nicknamed 'Quick Swordsman'.

"Master Yuan,"

Fang Rui glanced at the Hengdao next to the man without any trace, and said with a smile: "I want to rent a place to do business today, so please make it easier."

"Do you want a shop or a stall?" Yuan Da shrugged and raised his eyelids.

“Just the stall will do.”

"The stall fee is two grand a night."

Fang Rui paid the entry fee, which was three grand in total, and got a palm-sized square card with the inscription "Geng Xin Twenty-nine" and was sent in.

Fang Baicao had told him about his experience, and coupled with his observation and pondering these days, Fang Rui knew the process well. He entered the black market, found the corresponding position of the square card, and placed the square card in a conspicuous place for inspection by the black market patrol.

Next to it, there is a larger wooden sign on which you can write the names of the items for sale.

Some illiterate hawkers often ask others for help if they want to do this, and even with a smile, they have to give some benefits.

Fang Rui, whose family has inherited medical skills, is naturally literate, but he doesn't need to.

He wrote on the wooden sign: "Styptic Powder" to stop bleeding from wounds; "Healthy Medicine" to cool down the fire. Then he took out a packet of powder and placed it in front of him.

Finished medicines were still very novel, and soon some literate people passing by were attracted to stop.

Fang Rui saw the business and took the initiative to introduce: "Two finished medicines, one is 'hemostatic powder'. When you are injured, sprinkle the powder on the wound to stop bleeding; the other is 'health medicine', which can be taken with hot water."

, clear away heat and reduce internal heat, and maintain good health.”

"With this medicine kit, you don't have to go to the medicine hall when you encounter the corresponding situation. You can deal with it by yourself. It's convenient and quick... A pair only costs two grand."

The onlookers were not fools. They easily understood the convenience of the finished medicine. It was just that this thing was novel. You looked at me and I looked at you. They were all waiting for the first person to take advantage of it.

At this time, a man with a Gebu mask and triangular eyes said, "It's expensive! I'm afraid the cost of your medicine pack is less than a big buck, right? Can you sell it for a big buck? I'll buy more."

"This guest is joking."

Fang Rui shook his head and said: "The cost is the cost. If you mix a bunch of medicinal materials together, you can't use it? This is the value of the secret recipe."

"What's more, if you go to the medicine hall, you don't have to pay for the consultation? All in all, it's more expensive than my finished medicine."

"Not to mention, my finished medicine is convenient to take at any time."

He dared to set this price because he had naturally considered it: making money for himself and benefiting his customers, a win-win situation.

After listening to Fang Rui's words, the onlookers nodded secretly, feeling that it made sense, and were moved, but still did not rush to take action.

After all, this man with triangular eyes is still here, what if he can tell me the price?

The man with triangular eyes was a man with a good face. With so many people looking at him, he felt a little embarrassed on his face: "Little man, let's sell it cheaper. Why are so many people waiting? There are rules in the black market, but it's not peaceful when you go out.

"

There was a vague hint of threat in this statement.

Fang Rui glanced at this man and said nothing.

If you dare to come, just send him away.

This disdainful attitude made the man with triangular eyes feel even more insulted, especially the looks from the people around him who were joking, teasing, and looking at the fun, which made his face burn with anger.

But this is a black market, how dare you take action?

The man with three eyes was not a fool. He took a deep breath to calm down, rolled his eyes, and suddenly said: "No matter how good your medicine package is, but you haven't tried it, who knows the effect?"

"If you use some unknown thing to fool us, it won't work. If something goes wrong with us, who can we talk to for explanation?"

yes!

As soon as these words came out, the others immediately woke up and made them hesitate.

The black market only provides a place for buying and selling. It does not guarantee the authenticity or quality of the items. It all depends on the individual's vision. You are responsible for your profits and losses.

As the man with triangular eyes said, if it's no longer useful, just pay it back. If something goes wrong and you die, you'll be in a big loss!

"What do you want?" Fang Rui asked in a calm voice.

"Simple!"

The triangular-eyed man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he said aggressively: "Let's not talk about Lao Shizi's 'health medicine' that cools and relieves internal heat. The 'hemostatic powder' can immediately verify the effect."

"Give yourself a knife, and then use your own 'hemostatic powder' and let us see the effect, otherwise we won't worry!"

As you can see from the picture, this is the time to stir up trouble!

"Everyone, tell me, is this true?" The man with triangular eyes incited everyone.

The onlookers didn't mind the excitement and started cheering along.

"yes!"

"one comes!"

“I’ll buy it if I try it!”

…

Fang Rui didn't say anything. He looked at the man with three eyes coldly, staring at him till he felt a little nervous before he said, "Okay!"

As he spoke, he took out a pair of scissors from his pocket.

——This is what Fang Xue asked him to wear for self-defense. In fact, ordinary scissors are useless to a high-level warrior, but it does not prevent him from accepting this kind offer.

"I can see everything clearly."

Fang Rui separated the scissors and used the blade to cut hard on the back of his hand.

Naturally, he would not be stupid enough to ‘give himself a knife’. Want to prove the effect of ‘styptic powder’?

A small wound is enough.

But an embarrassing scene happened.

laugh!

Amidst the heartbreaking sound, the scissors only left a white mark on the back of Fang Rui's hand, without cutting the skin at all.

"A top-grade warrior?!" someone exclaimed.

At this scene, the people who were making noises all shut up, and the place suddenly became quiet. Looking at their expressions, it was clear that they were afraid.

In this world, strength is truth, and fists are justice. A top-notch warrior may be nothing in the eyes of big officials, but it is enough to intimidate these ordinary people.

The man with triangular eyes shrank his pupils, stepped back with his hands open, and while everyone was shocked and no one noticed him, he slipped behind the crowd and ran away in despair.

That speed was simply faster than a rabbit, as if someone was chasing him from behind.

Obviously, he was afraid that Fang Rui would hold a grudge and went out to the black market to intercept him!

It is also ironic that the man with the triangular eyes used to threaten Fang Rui, but now he has returned it to himself.

At the same time, he also understood why Fang Rui was so dismissive of the previous threat?

Only strength.

'Sure enough, it is human nature to fear the strong and bully the weak!'

Fang Rui watched everyone's reaction, his face expressionless, but his heart was moved.

He deliberately revealed the strength of a top-grade warrior just to shock him!

It’s still the same sentence: No matter how capable you are of accomplishing great things, ordinary people with dozens of big bucks in their pockets may be taken into account; but a high-level warrior can protect a business worth as much as three or five dollars on January 35.

——No one will take action for this, because it’s not worth it!

Of course, if it were more, a business of twelve or twenty taels a month, even if it was a top-grade warrior, then some people would probably take the risk.

Fang Rui's finished medicine business, after deducting the cost of medicinal materials, market entry fees, and stall fees, only makes a profit of seven or eight dollars in a day, which is nearly two taels of silver a month. It can still be saved. (Silver can be exchanged for big money.

The ratio is not fixed and depends on the quality of the silver, market price and other factors, but it is probably more than one to one hundred)

This level is not even close to the limit of what his exposed ninth-grade strength can protect.

What's more, Fang Rui still had a hand, and his true eighth-level combat power was only revealed at ninth level, leaving some room!

He learned this skill from an old devil in the novel of his previous life. He was very powerful and performed only 70% of his performance, but only did 30% of the things he did.

If you act in this way, you will be less likely to be coveted. Even if something unexpected happens, you will still have a trump card to make a comeback!

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Chapter completed!