As the daughter of a well-known drug dealer in troubled times, Yun Zhixia has only three business rules: 1. Do not sell tobacco and soil. 2. Do not sell banned drugs. 3. Warlords don't sell. The first two are conscience, and the last one is experience. After all, the risk of doing business with those warlords who eat people without spitting out their bones is too high. It is easy to lose money and goods, plus a small life. Until that day, Shen Jibai, the most ferocious warlord in the city, led a group of soldiers to block the door of her pharmacy. He had long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, and wet blood on his military boots, but he slowly slapped a list of medicines on the cabinet and said in a low voice, "Miss Yun, give me a price." On the list was penicillin, which was urgently needed on the front line. Yun Zhixia smiled gently: "I'm sorry Shen Shuai, the profit of this small shop is small, and the third rule cannot be broken." Shen Jibai also smiled, showing his white teeth: "Rules are dead, people are alive. I will use the stability of the people in the city to exchange you for a batch of medicine. Will Miss Yun do this deal?" This is not a deal, it is clearly a threat! Yun Zhixia gritted her teeth: Do it! Of course you do! Cooperation is fine, but brothers will settle the scores. She wanted his protection and sales to save more people; he wanted her magical medicine to stabilize his army. The two had a tacit understanding and formed the most unreliable alliance of interests in troubled times. Just by counting, the accounts are messed up. One day, Shen Jibai came back from the hail of bullets again, guarding her tightly behind him, and asked unsteadily: "Zhixia, I will give you this life... Is it enough?" Yun Zhixia:... Boss, this account is too high!
