Chapter 232 Amway First Aid Kit
Killing someone must also destroy their spirit; harvesting chives must involve digging out the roots!
This Professor Shen, who was just a slightly flirtatious Chief Surgeon in modern times, why is it that after transmigrating, his schemes are more numerous than the holes in honeycomb briquettes, and his heart is darker than coal?!
Yang Dali truly felt ashamed of his inferiority.
It truly fulfilled that old saying.
A wolf travels a thousand miles to eat meat; a dog travels a thousand miles to eat feces.
Oxen and horses are oxen and horses wherever they go.
But true big shots can thrive anywhere... He decided to act immediately.
Over the next few days, Yang Dali completely transformed into a 996 corporate slave, leading the group under Wang Zhi and beginning a frantic period of overwork.
Distilling alcohol, sterilizing gauze, grinding medicinal powders... The entire back courtyard of the County Office was rapidly turning into a large-scale pharmaceutical factory.
Yang Dali rediscovered the feeling he had when he first started working at the hospital; the fear of being dominated by Professor Shen once again rushed into his heart.
Yang Dali was exhausted like a dog, his eyes were ringed with black, he stumbled when he walked, and he felt like his body had been hollowed out.
Before, at the hospital, there were still labor protection laws, and there was the dean and the leadership.
Even if Shen Yulou was his superior, he couldn't constantly exploit him.
Now it was over; there was no longer a harmonious society.
Shen Yulou controlled the means of production and had completely become a capitalist.
Furthermore, he was a capitalist under the feudal system, completely unrestrained, which was absolutely terrifying.
After expending tremendous effort, the first batch of instant first-aid kits was finally produced.
Yang Dali personally supervised the work and produced the first batch of one hundred kits.
Yang Dali took a sample and ran up to Shen Yulou as if presenting a treasure.
Although his face was extremely haggard, his eyes were still filled with fighting spirit.
"Lord Shen, look, it's done!
The cost of one of these first-aid kits, at the very most, is only five copper coins."
He asked somewhat excitedly.
"What do you think is a suitable price for our first-aid kit? How about we multiply it tenfold and sell it for fifty *wen*?"
In his opinion, this was already a massive markup.
However, Shen Yulou glanced at the simple cloth bag, and then slowly held up an open palm.
"Fifty *taels*."
*Cough, cough*... Yang Dali almost spat out a mouthful of old blood on the spot, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.
"Fifty *taels*?! Lord Shen, you must be joking, right? This is faster than outright robbery!
Who would spend fifty *taels* to buy this lousy cloth bag?!"
He thought Shen Yulou must have gone mad.
This price was practically treating others like idiots ready to be fleeced.
Even if there were a few idiots in this world, not everyone was an idiot.
"They will."
Shen Yulou's tone was unusually certain, and his eyes gleamed with the intense light of a hunter spotting prey.
"For those generals, the life of a single soldier might not be worth fifty *taels*.
But the victory of a battle is definitely worth more than fifty *taels*."
"What's more..."
Shen Yulou patted his shoulder, revealing a sly, mischievous smile.
"What we are playing is an open conspiracy.
As long as one side buys it, the other two sides—even knowing it's a trap—will have to hold their noses and jump in.
Don't buy it?
Fine, then wait to be rubbed into the dirt by others on the battlefield."
"This is involution."
In modern times, there was a very appropriate analogy used to describe involution.
That is, if someone in the martial arts world castrated himself to cultivate the Evil-Warding Sword Technique, then others would no longer be his opponents.
But in order to catch up to this person's strength, they would also start cultivating the Evil-Warding Sword Technique.
Eventually, everyone in the martial arts world who wanted to stand out had to practice the Evil-Warding Sword Technique.
If they didn't practice, they would be beaten severely; this is involution.
What Shen Yulou was doing now was the same thing.
Forcing them into involution.
And his first-aid kit was the tool to gain the maximum profit from their involution.
If you don't buy my first-aid kit today, tomorrow I will launch First-Aid Kit 2.0 for someone else.
I might even specially supply some poison to clients, and those who don't buy will eventually be crushed by the competition.
...
Yang Dali was instantly enlightened, and a chill ran down his spine.
He finally understood completely.
What Shen Yulou was playing was not business at all—it was psychology, it was human nature!
He secretly congratulated himself, fortunate that he still had some utility.
Otherwise, given Shen Yulou's personality, the grass on his grave would probably be three feet high by now... That evening, in order to curry favor with Shen Yulou, Yang Dali specially arranged a dinner at a restaurant.
"Lord Shen, our first-aid kit research was successful. Shall we go out tonight and have a good meal to celebrate?"
"Very well."
Hmm, this tool-person is quite handy to use.
He is much more tactful now than he was back at the hospital.
Six Flavors Restaurant, Anyuan County.
Yang Dali was now the acting county magistrate, so his demeanor was naturally imposing.
When the boss saw him bring Shen Yulou in, he rushed over, bowing and scraping as if he had seen his own father, almost kneeling down to kowtow.
"Lord Shen, Lord Yang, please come up to the private room!"
As soon as the two sat down, the boss personally brought up a huge soup bowl.
Inside the soup bowl, the chicken broth was clear, covered by a layer of hot chicken oil, beneath which lay snow-white rice noodles and tender slices of meat.
"Lord Yang, this is our shop's specialty, Crossing the Bridge Noodles! Please try some!"
Yang Dali said.
"This must be a new dish in our county. Come, introduce it to Lord Shen."
Upon hearing this, the boss immediately perked up, opened his floodgates, and began his monologue.
"Lord Shen, Lord Yang, you two may not know! This dish has a huge background!"
"It is said that it was invented by Madam Li, the wife of Junior Tutor Li of our current court!
Back then, when Lord Li was studying diligently on the lake island, his wife, Madam Li, felt sorry for her husband and worried he couldn't eat a hot meal, so she came up with this method of using boiling chicken oil to seal the temperature of the rice noodles.
Because Madam Li invented the Crossing the Bridge Noodles, she ended up dying suddenly from exhaustion, which is truly a pity.
This dish represents the deep affection and devotion between husband and wife..."
The boss spoke enthusiastically, spitting saliva everywhere.
Shen Yulou, standing nearby, twitched the corner of his mouth.
Ten thousand grass mud horses galloped through his heart.
Holy crap.
What the hell... How did these Crossing the Bridge Noodles spread to this small border town thousands of miles away?
Moreover, the story was even more outrageous than his own version, and they even killed Madam Li off.
The information dissemination capability in ancient times was comparable to viral marketing in later generations!
Shen Yulou silently took a sip of tea, suppressing the turbulent waves in his heart.
Forget it, it's not like I was the one who told the story.
When Junior Grand Tutor Li becomes famous throughout the world later, he'll still have to pay him royalties... After settling the affairs in Anyuan County, Shen Yulou sent people to fetch Seventh Princess Zhao Qi and Qingqing.
When Zhao Qi and Qingqing stepped into the County Office and heard about the events of the past two days, both women were stunned.
Especially Zhao Qi, who said excitedly.
"Mr. Shen, you acquired an iron mine?"
Seventh Princess's eyes lit up. She grabbed Shen Yulou's arm, completely disregarding the fact that certain prominent parts of her body were brushing against his arm.
"Then aren't we going to strike it rich this time?!"