I, Shen Zhiyao, the young owner of the Jianghu drug dealer "Huichun Tang", a golden sign in troubled times. I have three creeds in life: 1. Medicinal materials have a price, and no one should be deceived. 2. Heal the wounded and rescue the dying, depending on your mood. 3. Warlords and dogs are not allowed to enter. Until that day, a man covered in blood broke into my medicine shop. The black muzzle of the gun was pressed against my forehead, and his voice was hoarse but with an unmistakable order: "Save him, or I will let you all be buried with him." This man is the legendary iron-fisted warlord Huo Chuan who kills without blinking an eye. I looked at the dying adjutant in his arms, silently took out the abacus, and dialed it crisply: "General Huo, you know, when I do business, I put the word 'profit' first. It's possible to save people, but we have to calculate the medical expenses, mental damage expenses, store maintenance expenses first." Huo Chuan: "..." Later, Huo Chuan became a frequent customer of my pharmacy. He exchanged arms and ammunition for my unique golden sore medicine, exchanged city defense information for my antidote pills, and... His people, exchanged me for a shelter. At first I thought we were just getting what we needed, the best deal in troubled times. He wants my medicine, and I want his power. But when he was protecting me behind him, blocking the stray bullets in the sky, I heard him whisper: "Shen Zhiyao, I gave you my life, do you think it's worth it?" Me: ... Oh no, I seem to be losing money. QAQ
