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Chapter 217 Shooting (Part 2)

The first opponent with Huangmao was when he came to grab medicine. Bu Fan would definitely not be able to do it, so he could only let Huangmao leave.

After finding Siru and finding out the origin, it turned out that it was a young man who came from the countryside. He was so poor that he could only grab medicine to save his life. Qu Zheng was so angry that he took Bu Fan to find the address and wanted to fuck the little yellow-haired man.

Then there was the chase scene between the two. Bu Fan watched from the side, "Good guy, don't need a substitute to go there!"

It’s okay if you have yellow hair, but who is Qu Zheng?

They didn't know each other until they fought, and Huangmao joined the group and helped buy medicine to drive. With Siru, the four of them formally joined the group and started making money.

After finally selling all the medicine in one month, Qu Zheng successfully obtained the domestic agency rights. In fact, it was just a piece of waste paper. No one would admit it at all, and it was still smuggled.

The business is getting bigger and bigger, and the sales are getting bigger and bigger. Many patients come here, and a few people are slowly lost in the stimulation of making money every day...

Bu Fan secretly planned that not only could he live a few more years, but he could also leave some money for his wife and children. Even if he was not here in the future, orphans and widows would have a meal.

Qu Zheng's father also had money to undergo surgery, and everything seemed to be developing in a better place. Unfortunately, others were not fools. The pharmaceutical factory found a trick and called the police directly to crack down on piracy.

Zhou Wen's policeman is online, and he is also the ex-brother-in-law of Qu Zheng's play. The two have had a feud and now they have officially started a rivalry.

He should be regarded as the most famous actor outside Qu Zheng. He was originally unknown, but became famous through a variety show last year. He is now a second-tier actor with good acting skills and many directors have good choices for quality and low-priced products.

Then there was a scene between Qu Zheng and Siru. After drinking, he came home and was about to have sex. Suddenly his daughter appeared. Looking at the young child, Qu Zheng turned around and left.

Bu Fan saw a lot of details. When the protagonist took off his clothes and lay on the bed in great expectation, the little girl suddenly walked in. She was not frightened or curious, and there was only indifference and gloom in her eyes.

Logically speaking, the little girl suddenly saw a stranger lying on the bed at home, either calling her mother in frightened or asking questions curiously. It would never be such an indifferent reaction.

It means that this situation is not surprising. Siru finished taking a shower, spoke mechanizedly, took off her clothes, and urged her to do things quickly. Especially the sentence: Children are prone to wake up at night, just a little less sound, which makes people think about it very terrifyingly.

It was not until she saw Qu Zheng running away in a panic that she smiled mischievously at the door that she truly felt good about the protagonist, which shows the screenwriter's intention.

The character Lu Chuanjun is always timid, with his shoulders and backs squinted, but his face always has a flattering smile. When he met for the first time, he begged Qu Zheng to buy Glenin, he handed an orange to close.

When I asked the godfather to contact the agent @ to buy Indian medicine, I was eating oranges next to me. I bought medicine everywhere and took scenes of eating oranges every time. The screenwriter said that oranges were actually his hope, the hope of living.

He wanted to live, but the sky-high medicine almost crushed everyone. Oranges may be the only fruit he could afford. Because the doctor said that taking more vitamins would be good for the condition.

After spending time together, we can see the intention of all actors in their roles. Siru is a short twenty seconds of dance, practicing for three hours a day for a full month, and finally leaving permanent damage to soft tissue contusion.

The old actor Yang Xin, who is in his sixties, learns English again. The old man holds thick lines all day long, and memorizes one word at a time, and it looks hard to see it.

Huangmao is the youngest, with the least lines, and three sticks can't beat a single fart. However, more than a dozen wounds in his body are all the results left by action scenes. The young man never complained.

Of course, I was not relaxed either. In order to welcome the final appearance before my death, I ran five kilometers every morning and jumped three thousand ropes. The people became thinner and thinner, and even Su Yao felt distressed when she saw it.

Today’s scene of eating buns. To show that Lu Chuanjun’s condition is under control, we can relax some meat and eat fifteen big buns...

I vomited directly!

This kind of thing happens every day, no one complains, only encourages each other. Qu Zheng studies scripts with everyone and discusses acting skills. He accepts it immediately, and gives in to Bu Fan very touched.

No matter what the box office ends, just a few days will make you feel what dedication means!

Today is Qu Zheng sent Bu Fan home for the first time when he entered the house, he saw his sleeping son, with a terrible head and a little guy drooling.

"You are not inherited from this disease, right?"

Bu Fan looked at his son, smiled brightly, and said surely: "No inheritance!"

"I found out when his mother was pregnant with him five months. The first thought was to die, but when he saw the moment he was born, I didn't think about it anymore!"

After saying that, he held Qu Zheng's shoulder with his hands and said gratefully: "Now you have medicine and you can still make money. Life will be successful again. If you are lucky, you may be able to see him get married and have another child."

Qu Zheng smiled and said, "Just wait to be grandpa!"

The three of them had dinner, drank and chatted together. The hope of living was inspiring, as if everything would get better and better...

Unfortunately, the plot will not let these poor people go. The police finally raided Qu Zheng’s den for the first time. Although they escaped by luck, how can they not get wet their shoes when they often stand by the river?

This scene is where everyone has dinner together, and everyone is very happy. Those who make money make money and those who live by life are only Qu Zheng remain silent until the end.

He sipped the wine hard, put down the wine glass, lowered his head and said, "It's a fate that we know, but..."

"There is no seat in the world that will last, and the police are not fools. If you really want to go to jail for at least ten years!"

"so...."

Taking a deep breath, finally raised his head and hesitated: "From tomorrow, I won't sell this medicine!"

The people present looked at each other in a flash, and the atmosphere was instantly cold. Bu Fan quickly smoothed out and said, "Brother Yong is drinking too much again?"

"Yes, have you drunk too much?"

"Stay a rest, go and pour a glass of water." Since he said this, Qu Zheng simply said straight to the point: "I have negotiated with others. From now on, this medicine will be worth 10,000 yuan per bottle. I will give you a few more discounts. Don't worry."

"Do you know that Zhang Chenglin sells fake medicine?" Siru was the first to explode and shouted: "There are a few people in the group who took his fake medicine. They died, they really died!"

Qu Zheng did not dare to look at Siru's eyes, bit his mouth and whispered: "It's not that serious. His medicine is just to mix some flour and sell more money, so he can't die."

"Are you talking about human words?" Huang Mao stood up suddenly and cursed: "Selling fake medicine will kill people. You will go to hell!"

"Fart!" Qu Zheng couldn't help but throw his wine glass and counterattacked: "Don't you the fuck know how many years you'll be in jail for smuggling?"

"I have old men and young men, and if I go in, who can take care of them?"

Pointing at the yellow-haired man, he said disdainfully: "Just you?"

Then Siru said, "Or do you go to the bar to dance with the guests?"

Finally, Bu Fan sneered: "Can your rotten oranges save people?"

"Remember, I tried my best to get the medicine from India. You all survived by me!"

"I'm not a fucking leukemia!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a long silence...

The yellow-haired man was the first to stand up, poured a glass of beer, raised his glass and said, "I thank you."

After saying that, he suddenly threw the cup onto the table, and blood suddenly flowed. Without saying a word, he turned around and left.

Siru picked up the wine glass and said calmly: "Thank you, Brother Yong."

The second one left, the third one was an old actor, and in the end, only Bu Fan was left. He came to Qu Zheng, smiled and said with a grin, "Did you drink too much?"

"roll!"

He stood up, walked to the door, turned back again, looked at Qu Zheng who was silent, slowly put on his mask, and his body gradually hunched over, leaving only a desolate back.

The fragile team was completely disbanded, there was no such thing as right or wrong. Qu Zheng was right. He was not a savior. How many patients could he save with his own people?

A year later, Qu Zheng was already the owner of a clothing factory with his first pot of gold, and a serious businessman with a net worth of millions.

While driving, I suddenly came to my back alone and turned around and said in surprise: "My brother and sister, why are you..."

"Brother Yong, I beg you to save Lu Chuanjun!"

The woman knelt down, kowtowed desperately on the ground, begging hard. Qu Zheng was at a loss and didn't even dare to help the other party up. He could only shirk: "Get up quickly, I have no medicine now, I have something to do."

Just as he turned around, a shrill voice came from behind: "He committed suicide last night!"
Chapter completed!
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