Chapter 4: You Are Saving Lives

Cheng Yong felt very helpless at this moment.

His wife divorced him, they were fighting for custody of the child, his father was critically ill in bed, and his shop had been locked by the landlord.

The burden of life was crushing Cheng Yong so he couldn't breathe.

He had finally heard about Indian Gleevec, and heard that the price difference between domestic and foreign was astonishing, so he made up his mind to take a risk.

As a result, when he went there, they said someone was selling it domestically, which made Cheng Yong, who had finally ignited hope, feel like his heart was dead.

In his oil shop, Cheng Yong raged helplessly, "clanging" as he vented the unspeakable bitterness and grievances in his heart.

That was useless; otherwise, he wouldn't have reached the point where his wife was beaten away and he couldn't even keep his child. Of course, the divorce wasn't entirely because he beat his wife; it must have been for many reasons.

The sunset went west, and the sky was about to turn dark. Wang Yan stood at the door, listening to the "clanging" sound inside, and couldn't help but shake his head.

Regarding Cheng Yong, Wang Yan couldn't say anything.

In the movie, Cheng Yong sold the channel to the big liar Zhang Changlin and used the money from selling Gleevec to open a clothing factory. At that time, his life could be said to be very happy. His child stayed by his side, his father received treatment, and his life was no longer the mess it was before. Wasn't that his original intention?

Knowing about Lv Shengyi's death, his inner struggle at that time could be imagined. He blamed Lv Shengyi's death on himself, and after that, he gave up everything he had gained and went back to selling medicine.

This was more like a self-redemption, or a resistance against the injustice of fate?

Of course, Wang Yan still thought that illegal acts must be investigated; don't talk about useless things.

Without thinking, he followed the glass Cheng Yong had smashed and drilled in.

Cheng Yong was attracted by Wang Yan's movement, and looking at Wang Yan drilling in, he searched for something with a hard texture, guardedly facing Wang Yan: "I'm not afraid of anything, I tell you. It's still time for you to leave now."

He was desperate now and really had nothing to be afraid of. Even a dog would jump over a wall when anxious, let alone a person with no hope?

Looking at Cheng Yong's nervous and defensive appearance, the atmosphere was originally very serious. But seeing Cheng Yong's thick, long hair, Wang Yan resisted the urge to pull a handful.

Wang Yan smiled and waved his hand at him: "Brother, don't be nervous."

"You want to sell Indian Gleevec, right?"

Seeing Cheng Yong's expression change, Wang Yan leaned forward: "Put the thing down first, calm down."

To be honest, Wang Yan had been learning fighting for so long, so he wasn't afraid of Cheng Yong.

Cheng Yong thought for a while and put the thing down: "What do you want to say?"

"Thought of it? The domestic agency is in my hands." Wang Yan continued: "If you want the agency, I can give it to you, but only for Shanghai. I think this is enough. There are thousands of patients in Shanghai alone."

Wang Yan found a place to sit down and raised his head at Cheng Yong, signaling him to sit down.

"So the question is, what conditions can you offer?"

Cheng Yong lowered his head and didn't speak. He was calculating what conditions he could offer. After calculating, he just looked at Wang Yan with red eyes.

Seeing Cheng Yong staring straight at him, Wang Yan also knew: "You have nothing, right?"

"Then let's change the way of cooperation."

Cheng Yong was attracted by Wang Yan's words, his glasses brightened, waiting for Wang Yan to continue.

"You, I've already learned about it before I came."

"Wife divorced, still fighting for custody of your son. Your father, now critically ill."

"In this situation, how much do you think your time is worth?"

Seeing Cheng Yong silent, Wang Yan thought he didn't understand and continued to explain.

"You've been smuggling all along, I think you should be clear about the consequences of smuggling."

"Then if you add smuggling and selling fake medicine, you definitely can't escape. The net of justice is wide, but it definitely won't miss."

"Who knows how many years you'll be sentenced, so do you understand?"

After listening, Cheng Yong said to Wang Yan: "You want me to go to jail for you?"

Wang Yan shook his head: "No, no, not for me, but for all the leukemia patients. You saved them, so they don't have to break their homes to buy medicine, don't have to be separated, and don't have to have their families destroyed. You're not committing a crime; you're saving lives."

Seeing Cheng Yong struggling, unable to make up his mind for a while, Wang Yan comforted him again: "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. If you really get caught, just confess for leniency, cooperate actively, and I'll find you a good lawyer. Plus, you're doing a great deed of saving lives, so you'll definitely be given a lighter sentence."

"Alright, don't worry about money. Think about it carefully, and call me when you've decided."

After speaking, he left a phone number, Wang Yan patted his butt and left.

Returning to Liu Sihui's home, he ate a casual meal.

Now Liu Tiantian played very well with Wang Yan, calling him Uncle Wang, so sweet.

Accompanied Liu Tiantian to play for a while. She had been playing crazy at school all day, and didn't have much energy when she got home. Before long, she was tired and fell asleep.

Liu Tiantian didn't have enough energy, but Old Wang did.

It had to be said that Liu Sihui was truly energetic, could dance, had a good body, and was sexy.

Plus, she was now managing a clothing factory, with dozens of people under her, and she had a charm of her own.

In the few months they had known each other, Wang Yan and Liu Sihui had unlocked almost all the positions, and various tricks made Wang Yan reluctant to leave.

After the passion, Wang Yan opened the window, took out a cigarette and lit it, and crawled back into the quilt to hold Liu Sihui.

Seemed to be a common problem of women in movies? Liu Sihui nestled in Wang Yan's arms, using her hair to tickle Wang Yan, stimulating Wang Yan until he was powerless. He kept sighing, "The body is the capital of revolution; little Comrade Wang must work hard."

Liu Sihui was very satisfied with her current life. Since Wang Yan came, life had been looking forward to better days every day.

Now she no longer had to worry about her daughter's safety, no longer worried about life, and didn't have to go out to dance for others and look at people's faces.

Before, Liu Sihui had no feelings for Wang Yan, but now she truly loved this man to the bone.

Wang Yan saw all of this in his heart.

Maybe it started for her daughter, but later it was really for herself.

Of course, Wang Yan didn't admit it, even though he was doing a good deed. He stubbornly believed that Liu Sihui was conquered by being slept with, yeah, that was it.

"Stop for a while recently; we've sold millions of medicines, and Novartis in Switzerland should have noticed the signs."

"In the future, just focus on managing the factory."

Liu Sihui had always done whatever Wang Yan said, and of course, she couldn't have any opinions.

"By the way, among the patients you know, are there any who are alone and have no worries, just letting themselves die?"

Liu Sihui thought for a while and said: "There is one, named Peng Hao, a rural child. He was afraid of dragging his family down when he got sick, so he ran to the city, which was not easy. He even bought medicine from us. This child is not bad, quite reliable."

Wang Yan thought and recalled the plot, thinking this was the Yellow-Haired one: "Alright, it's him. Tell me his phone number, if not, his address is fine."

Liu Sihui didn't say much and gave the Yellow-Haired one's address to Wang Yan.

Wang Yan finished his cigarette, recovered, turned over and pressed Liu Sihui under his body, and little Comrade Wang continued the revolution.

The next day, after Wang Yan handled some things, he set off to find the Yellow-Haired one. The address was a slaughterhouse in the suburbs of Shanghai.

Wang Yan drove the eight-hand van he bought, which he bought for transportation convenience before. Wang Yan asked around at the time and found out that this model wouldn't be on the market until next year, which was 2003.

Arriving at the place, he greeted someone, and after waiting for a while, he saw the Yellow-Haired one coming out with a head of yellow hair.

The Yellow-Haired one looked at the ordinary-looking Wang Yan in front of him, not understanding why this person called him.

"You're looking for me? I don't even know you, why are you looking for me?" The Yellow-Haired one said suspiciously.

Wang Yan said: "Wang Yan, looking for you naturally has a reason. Is it convenient? Let me treat you to a meal, and we can talk while we eat."

The Yellow-Haired one was very straightforward, went back to say something, and followed Wang Yan directly in the car. Compared to Cheng Yong, the Yellow-Haired one was truly fearless. Because of his illness, he was a bit self-abandoned, plus this child was young, not very mature, and especially reckless. Comparing him to those young people in real life, if they said they would hack you, they would really hack you, which was truly damn scary.

Wang Yan knew that the Yellow-Haired one's living standard definitely wasn't very good, so he directly found a restaurant that looked high-end to treat him to a meal and supplement him.

After entering, he found a private room, and Wang Yan gave the menu to the Yellow-Haired one to order.

The Yellow-Haired one was really not polite. Although there were only two of them, he ordered a table full of dishes.

This table of dishes wouldn't cost less than 1,000. You have to know that the per capita income of people in Shanghai at this time was only about 2,000.

After ordering, the Yellow-Haired one looked at Wang Yan without any heartache, and couldn't help but wonder what the hell this old guy was looking for him for.

Wang Yan naturally didn't feel heartache. Now Wang Yan was qualified to call himself Old Wang. He had millions in assets, so black money was still money, right?

That was to say, in this movie world. If he had such a meal in reality, Wang Yan estimated he could have a heart attack from the pain.

After the dishes were served, Wang Yan dismissed the waiter, closed the door tightly, and said to the Yellow-Haired one who was looking at him: "Eat first, talk after eating."

Afterward, Wang Yan drank his own wine, watching the Yellow-Haired one in front of him wolfing down the food.

However, the Yellow-Haired one could eat and make, which really didn't look like a leukemia patient. He also did physical labor, and in the movie, his chase with Cheng Yong was also agile and flexible.

Looking at the Yellow-Haired one, and then thinking of his brother-in-law Lv Shengyi who was as thin as a monkey, he could only attribute it to the Yellow-Haired one's innate talent.

Seeing the Yellow-Haired one had eaten almost enough, Wang Yan poured a glass of water for the Yellow-Haired one and said to the Yellow-Haired one: "Alright, seeing that you've eaten almost enough, let's talk about serious things."

The Yellow-Haired one said: "You speak, I'm listening."

Wang Yan said: "You are also a leukemia patient, you definitely aren't unfamiliar with Gleevec, which sells for 37,000 per bottle domestically."

"I have Indian pirated Gleevec in my hand, and I sell it for 5,000 per bottle. Didn't you buy it too?"

"You are also an honest child, so Brother won't beat around the bush with you, just say it directly."

"You know that doing this kind of business is illegal. I'm looking for you because I want you to sell medicine on the front stage. If there's any problem, you'll bear the consequences."

"To be blunt, if you get caught, you'll have to go to jail."

"In return, I will give you a sum of money. Also, if the matching is successful, I will also cure you, and all expenses will be mine. What do you think?"

Wang Yan asked.

Speaking of stem cell transplantation, Wang Yan had long started matching for Lv Shengyi and Liu Tiantian, for which Wang Yan spent a lot.

This thing cost money to increase the priority, and it was impossible to say that if the money was in place, it could be matched immediately.

Of course, it was still that there wasn't enough money.

Since ancient times, China had been a society of human relationships, and this had never changed until now.

To be realistic, if you have money and relationships, you have them; if you don't have money and relationships, you don't.

Wang "Old Five" Yan, had relationships!

The Yellow-Haired one thought for a while, and still said like in the movie: "You are for money."

Wang Yan was stunned by this answer that didn't match the question.

"I don't deny it, but you should say this sentence more to the people at Novartis."

"Brother, think about it. 37,000 domestically, many people can't afford it. I sell it for 5,000, many people can afford it."

"I feel I've saved quite a few people, so shouldn't I earn some money?"

The Yellow-Haired one was reckless, but not stupid. After thinking about it, he stopped struggling.

Lowering his head and thinking for a while, the Yellow-Haired one said: "Done."

He had nothing to worry about. Now that he had hope of being cured, it couldn't be better.

Seeing him agree as expected, Wang Yan smiled: "Alright, then it's settled. Take this money, go buy a mobile phone, this is my phone number, call me after you buy it. Spend the rest first." As he spoke, Wang Yan took out a stack of money and handed it to the Yellow-Haired one.

"Then that's it, let's disperse, I'll wait for your call." Wang Yan got up and said.

Walking to the door, Wang Yan remembered something, turned back and took a few more stacks of money to him.

"Haven't been home for a long time, right? Take this money and go home to see."

"Also take your family to the hospital for a checkup to see if they can match with you."

"By the way, shave your hair for me. What does it look like? It will be ugly when you are on TV in the future."

After speaking, looking at the Yellow-Haired one who was holding back tears, he shook his head and left.

Behind him, the Yellow-Haired one couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

Wang Yan wasn't a saint and didn't have such great ability; he couldn't save everyone.

Going to jail was at least better than losing his life.

He felt it was a pity that the Yellow-Haired one was hit by a car; if he could save him, he would save him. ===== CHAPTER 5 =====