Supreme Medicinal God

(Girls literature) Less than three minutes, people with severe heat stroke will wake up!

Not to mention the migrant workers, even the onlookers are dumbfounded.

They have seen a lot of medicines that can't be said to be able to live and die, but they have never seen medicines that work so fast!

"How about, I didn't lie to you?"

Ye Feng looked at the leading migrant worker with a smile.

"No no……"

After hearing the words, the laborer quickly shook his head like a rattle, then raised his thumb towards Ye Feng, searched the stomach and scraped his stomach, squeezed all the ink from his stomach, and finally suffocated the word: "God medicine!"

Hahaha... The word "God Medicine" exited, and the onlookers suddenly couldn't help laughing.

They were infected with the humor of the migrant workers, and it was because, as the migrant workers said, this kind of medicine that works so quickly really really deserves the word "magic medicine".

"How do you sell this medicine, it works so well, is it expensive?"

It was at this time that the leading laborer embarrassedly touched the back of his head and looked at Ye Feng expectantly.

Not only him, but other migrant workers also stared at Ye Feng.

Everyone who works on the construction site every day has no heat stroke. The effect of this medicine is so good. Everyone wants to prepare two bottles. In case of heat, drink one bottle to cool off the heat.

It's just that they are worried about this amazingly effective medicine, and the price is not what they can afford.

"It's the price. I'll say it or not. She'll say it."

Ye Feng smiled and turned his head, looking at Jiang Yixue Road, also a little dazed.

Jiang Yixue heard the sound, and then he recovered, looking at Zhang Qiji's face, shouting: "Our medicine is not expensive, as long as nine yuan and nine!"

"Nine yuan and ninety-one bottles, that's still a bit expensive."

When the leading laborer heard this, his expression suddenly lost.

They were on the construction site, and the cigarettes they smoked were nothing but five pieces of ten pieces of inferior cigarettes. A bottle of medicine and a pack of cigarettes were still expensive.

Although the effect of this medicine is indeed good, Wang's Yiwu Decoction is only 15 yuan a box of ten, even if the effect is slower, but the benefits are better.

"Not nine nines, but a box of nine nines!"

At this moment, Jiang Yixue shook his head and cut the railway.

"What?"

The leading migrant worker was surprised for a moment, and quickly looked up at Jiang Yixue.

"Nine dollars and nine boxes!"

Ye Feng repeated the sentence, and then looked at the leading laborer with a smile and ridiculed: "My fellow, I think you are also hot, a little tinnitus can not hear the words, or quickly buy a bottle to drink and relieve the heat."

"Buy! Buy! Buy!"

The leading laborer was ridiculed by Ye Feng with a smile on his face and became a flower. He hurriedly took out ten dollars from his pocket and bought the first one.

"You don't need to find the remaining hair."

After buying the medicine, when he saw the worker who was looking for change, he waved his hand and signaled that it would be less troublesome.

"No, one yard is one yard. If you say nine yuan and nine, you can't sell ten yuan. It's not easy for anyone to make money!"

Ye Feng grabbed him and snapped the dime he found from the staff into his hands.

"Little brother, you have nothing to say!"

The eyes of the leading migrant workers are a little bit red.

Ye Feng's sentence "It's not easy for anyone to make money" really touched his heart.

"We have to buy too!"

Immediately afterwards, other migrant workers who were similarly touched also began to unpack their purchases.

Without much effort, two boxes of medicines will come to an end.

"Can we make money at this price?"

Looking at the hot purchase scene, Ye Feng touched Jiang Yixue's arm and asked in a low voice.

"The cost price of this box is three dollars and five dollars, and we still have six dollars and four dollars to make a profit. And this is a trial production, the cost is higher, when the mass production, the cost can be controlled within three dollars." Jiang Yixue Smugly.

"A real profiteer..."

Ye Feng was stunned. He didn't expect that the profit of a congenital soup was three times as great.

"It's still rape? You haven't heard them say that Wang's Yiwu Tang needs fifteen boxes, earning nearly five times more!"

Jiang Yixue pouted, and then looked at Ye Feng playfully, and said: "And don't forget, there is a congenital soup and your technology stocks, and the money you earn will be yours."

"Fuck, I already know that selling is more expensive..."

Thinking of the old grandpa's kind smile on the little red fish, Ye Feng immediately blew his teeth in pain.

"See the money!"

Jiang Yixue despised Ye Feng, and then said: "Will you add a price when it is officially listed?"

"Forget it, it's time to do good deeds."

Seeing how the migrant workers were buying hot, Ye Feng shook his head.

Healing the parents of the doctor, he not only wants to make a good medicine of conscience, but also a medicine that people can afford!

Especially the medicine of conscience that people who have no money can also afford!

This guy is quite kind...

Jiang Yixue also looked at Ye Feng with surprise. He didn't expect that he would give up this easy money.

"My money..."

But at this moment, Ye Feng suddenly groaned sadly, and then looked at the surrounding fiercely, saying: "No, I have to sell a little more, and I can only make money back!"

"miser……"

Jiang Yixue shook his head with a wry smile, and despised Ye Feng again.

But this time it was ridicule, not real contempt.

Fortune fans are not shameful, but shamefully making money with conscience.

And Ye Feng, a wealth fan, has a great conscience.

"Boy, you guys are born with a soup, can a child drink it?"

Just when Jiang Yixue was moved, a maid holding her child asked curiously about the heat bought by the migrant workers.

"can."

Ye Feng smiled and took the child who was crying in a dumb throat from the aunt's arms. After looking at his red throat, he said: "The hot carbuncle of fire, one per day, drinking three days will be fine. "

"Are you still a doctor?"

Aunt gave Ye Feng a surprised look.

"Not a doctor..."

Ye Feng shook his head and calmly said: "It is a magician!"

"Hahaha, boy, you're a real coke. You're still a doctor at this age."

The aunt was also amused by Ye Feng, and then handed Jiang Yixue ten dollars, saying: "Girl, give me a box, let me see how it looks."

After collecting the medicine, Ye Feng helped to give the medicine to the children.

It's strange to say that it's not been five minutes since the medicine was fed. The little guy who cried out and sweated a lot in his head suddenly stopped crying. He fell asleep on the aunt's shoulder with little fingers.

"Young man, you really are a magician!"

The aunt looked at the little guy in her arms and was surprised.

Her little grandson cried for two days without closing her eyes. The hospital's drip shots were just like fetching water, but who thought that a congenital soup of nine cents would make him fall asleep sweetly.

"Boy, you are a congenital soup, can our elders get heat and drink?"

"Dude, you are a congenital soup, can someone who eats hot pot eat it?"

...

Two lively cases were at the front. In a blink of an eye, a group of people surrounded Ye Feng, and they were constantly asking questions.

Ye Feng's answer is very simple, just one word-yes!

And the fact is that as he said, the old man who was heated drank a soup, and the person suddenly felt a lot more awake.

People who eat hot pots get a lot of soup, and their cough has obviously improved a lot.

After a while, the awning was blocked by the crowd.

Everyone said only three words--

buy!buy!buy!

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