[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film-":3,"chapter-from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-980":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","From the God of Medicine: A Journey Through Film and TV Worlds",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2334906,4564,"Chapter 980","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-980",980,"\u003Cp>Peace Hotel, British Suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunlight pierced the glass, falling on the desk overlooking the Huangpu River, as an old, withered hand slammed the phone down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shenzhen is officially setting up a stock exchange, but it hasn’t been approved yet—only a trial run. Shanghai has confirmed: the stock exchange will formally launch by year-end. Once listed, new shares will inevitably be issued. All those stocks you’ve been holding? They’ll plummet.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old uncle leaned back comfortably in his chair, hands resting on the armrests, fingers interlaced over his abdomen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abao stood by the window, wearing a vest, hands in his pockets: “So you mean the trend will rise later, and we should get involved in Shenzhen? Why not Shanghai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have the advantages those guys from the Qilin Society have? They’re cunning, with far more capital—you’d be lucky just to get scraps. Shenzhen’s different. This time, the manipulators are doomed. Rumor has it some overseas-returning students are running the show; they hold too many shares, and the money isn’t even theirs. When new shares are issued and prices crash, they’re finished. You go in, buy low, hold for half a year—you’re guaranteed to double your money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much money do we have?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Some national treasury bonds haven’t been sold yet, and some is tied up in Xiao Ningbo’s shipment. But because Boss Wang dumped two hundred thousand, you bought more than usual—even if not at the bottom, you still made a good profit. Right now, we have one point three million in liquid funds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Put it all in?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One million. Keep three hundred thousand for other expenses. This isn’t gambling—it’s certain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll raise more funds from Uncle Li the stamp dealer and others…” He paused. “I should also ask Boss Wang—he’s cutting the manipulators’ flesh and collecting their corpses. He’ll definitely want in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How will you settle with him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll borrow it from him. Borrow one million, pay back two million in half a year. I think he won’t mind.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why be so stingy now? Give him half!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old uncle shook his head. “You think this money is easy to make? Someone will come to settle accounts later. Borrowing from Boss Wang—even if you double it and pay him three million—is still a loan. But helping him make money: if you earn one million and give him half as guaranteed profit, that’s entirely different. Borrowing is him helping you; making money is you helping him. The consequences of this profit may be more than you can bear. Many hands make light work—interest outweighs personal ties.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Uncle. Boss Wang’s store on Nanjing Road opens in a couple days—I’ll go talk to him. Want to come along? You’re so sure he’ll succeed, yet he runs just one store selling overpriced goods. I want to see what tricks he’s got.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What tricks? Just four words: steady and grounded!” The old uncle shook his head…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nanjing Road had always been busy, but today it was even more crowded. In the center of the road stood a stage with loudspeakers, where a host introduced “Hongyun” sportswear, announcing today’s opening promotions: all items 30% off, with lottery tickets given at checkout for cash prizes, refrigerators, washing machines, televisions, and other grand rewards. The prizes awaiting draw were piled high on the stage, creating a powerful visual impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even more striking was the brand-new Santana parked beside the stage, adorned with red ribbons…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside the stage stood the newly opened Hongyun apparel store. Its sign followed Wang Yan’s signature minimalist, bold aesthetic: on the far left, a simple black stroke with a single red dot forming a crane emblem, followed by the flowing, calligraphic characters “Hongyun” floating across the white signboard. The rest of the surface was pure blank space—by night, it became a neon clash of colors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, Boss Wang is really generous—giving away so much stuff at his grand opening? He’ll go bankrupt!” Tao Tao stood with Teacher Ge and others, watching the commotion from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher Ge shook his head. “I finally get it—he’s deliberately aiming to lose money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you two know? Boss Wang’s building brand awareness. Look—inside the store, it’s packed, so lively!” Lingzi sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think something’s off. What’s the point of being lively?” Linghong shook her head. “He’s giving away refrigerators, TVs, washing machines, even a Santana. Even if his name becomes famous, if he doesn’t make money, what’s the point? One store, no matter how famous, can’t sell that much. This opening is pure loss. Teacher Ge’s right—Boss Wang’s here to lose money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi shook her head. She didn’t believe Wang Yan was that foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They’d come to deliver flower baskets—even though Wang Yan said not to, they felt it was rude not to. But when they arrived, they found the place so packed they couldn’t even get inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, the draw of a free car was overwhelmingly powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side, Abao was also staring at the car, wondering if he should buy one too. He knew Wang Yan’s car came from Du Honggen, but now Wang Yan was giving away cars just to sell clothes, while he himself still took taxis everywhere—that just didn’t look right. The old uncle had said: doing business requires presence. Without a car, he lacked stature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the old uncle standing with his hands behind him, observing the crowd, Abao asked: “Uncle, what do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dares to invest and isn’t afraid of losing money—he has guts. In this era, business is all about who’s bolder. Look at all those awards—he’s got reporters from several newspapers over there. Even if he only has this one direct store, this event alone will earn him a month’s profit. Did you go in and see the clothes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. Not worse than Nike. Boss Wang said prices would be cheap, but they’re not—they’re priced just like Nike’s. He’s offering 30% off, so he’s clearly aiming to compete with Nike. The range is complete: men’s, women’s, children’s. And I noticed the designs are fresh, stylish, just as good as any foreign brand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But right now, people buying clothes don’t care about the fabric or cut—they only care about the car, the fridge, the TV, the washing machine. The hype is huge, but I don’t see any staying power.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then just watch slowly,” the old uncle said, hands behind his back, smiling at the spectacle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t know how Wang Yan would develop—but he just felt Wang Yan would succeed…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang also came, but couldn’t find anyone—she was swallowed by the crowd. Luckily, she spotted Wang Yan on stage and waved frantically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan was helping carry a newly won refrigerator. Seeing Miss Wang jumping and waving, he finished helping, squeezed through the crowd, and pulled her out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd was insane—everyone rushed in, grabbed anything, and lined up to pay. There was no time to choose—see something, buy it. Even if you didn’t win the car, there were still piles of refrigerators, TVs, washing machines to win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, he’d anticipated this. To prevent accidents, he’d arranged for police to maintain order. But even the officers were exhausted—after just a short while, their voices were hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the crowd, in a quieter spot, Wang Yan asked: “Why did you come?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re friends. Your store opening was such a big deal—I heard about it early. I had to come see for myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now you’ve seen it—what do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too many people,” Miss Wang shook her head. “I just can’t understand your thinking. Giving away cars, refrigerators, TVs, washing machines—you’re going to go bankrupt! Look at these people—they’re all here for the prizes, not your clothes. Once the novelty fades, your hundreds of thousands will vanish. Plus, your factory loses money every day you don’t sell clothes. Your upfront investment is huge—you won’t last. I told you not to do this, but you wouldn’t listen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A wall makes you turn back, Miss Wang. I have to hit it. This is just the beginning—who knows what comes next? If I don’t hit it, if I don’t lose everything, I won’t be satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, patting her arm. “Go home. Too many people, too noisy. And the police just caught a thief—it’s not safe. Oh, by the way, Boss Bao came. I saw him squeeze in and circle around, but I don’t know where he is now—probably still nearby.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go crash your wall then,” Miss Wang muttered, turning away haughtily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching her retreating figure, Wang Yan shook his head, pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked in the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Lingzi, Teacher Ge, and the others gathered nearby, but didn’t go over. They all thought like Miss Wang—that he was losing money pointlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a cautious mindset: only profit allowed, no losses. Building a brand means losing money—it’s hard to accept. But Wang Yan wouldn’t argue—he couldn’t make them understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A restaurant owner who loses money daily, Lingzi; Linghong, who exploits friends; Teacher Ge, who collects rent; Tao Tao, who sells seafood with Abao bringing him big clients; and Miss Wang, working at State Unit No. 27.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people all refused to engage in losing ventures. Of course, they meant well—they weren’t wrong. After all, Wang Yan really was losing money, and would keep losing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But long-term, he’d bought a prime shop on Nanjing Road and leased land in Pudong. Even if he sold clothes every day until property reform, the land would be worth more than the clothes. Lingzi and the others said he was losing money—but from the start, he’d already won big. Making clothes was just an added activity. Of course, he’d invested real effort into it…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His campaign was massive. Half a month ago, flyers began appearing on Nanjing Road. A week ago, the prizes started arriving—piled up, the car parked there, guarded 24\u002F7. Reporters were recruited, and coverage began a week ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He aimed to make “Hongyun” known—to let people know there was a store here selling clothes as expensive as foreign brands, a shop obsessed with profit. And the clothes were fresh, stylish, materials equal to foreign ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Profit would take time. In this era, the public believed foreign goods were superior—no matter the price, they rationalized it. There was no way around it. And domestic technology truly wasn’t advanced yet—it hadn’t reached the level of thirty years from now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Domestic product development went through stages. Now, it’s contract manufacturing: most parts imported, doing the hardest, most exhausting work, earning only 10% profit. Later, domestic parts gradually increased, then core technologies were mastered, key components became self-made, achieving full autonomy—and finally competing with foreign companies who once profited effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So many people’s views are understandable. Ultimately, it stems from the nation’s overall weakness—still requiring hard work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire environment was like this. Applied to clothing—something with little technical complexity—the impact was still immense. So he wasn’t in a hurry. He’d prepared for long-term losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He finished his cigarette. On the other side, the crowd erupted in shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan walked over. The Santana had been won. He didn’t play games—he hadn’t even built suspense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the factory opened, all production had been brought here. His factory was large, but workers were few, output limited. Today’s inventory roughly covered the cost of the prizes—that was success.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winner’s voice was hoarse from shouting as he pushed forward, reaching the stage. Under the host’s interview, his trembling, excited words were more inspiring than anything. To eliminate suspicion of shills, reporters took his clear face photo for verification. Wang Yan also contacted TV stations to record the entire license plate registration and conduct a home interview.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the winner, this was a nuisance—but compared to a free car worth over a hundred thousand, it was negligible. If possible, he’d welcome even more such nuisances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the grand prize was gone, enthusiasm didn’t fade—there were still many refrigerators, TVs, washing machines on stage. New arrivals rushed into the store; those who didn’t win still squeezed in to buy something, anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, conditions were dire—all clothes and shoes displayed outside were sold out; the small warehouse was emptied too. Finally, with the staff shouting “Sold out!” the spectacle ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nanjing Road remained Nanjing Road—unchanged, except now it had one more store: “Hongyun,” its logo a single red dot, having once given away a car worth over a hundred thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night in Dongjing, Wang Yan parked by the roadside, lit a cigarette, then strolled slowly across the street into the store.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he entered, he was met with dozens of stares.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, everyone’s here! Don’t look at me like that!” Wang Yan sat down, crushed his cigarette in the ashtray. “I know what you’re wondering—I’m doing fine. I’ve already recouped most of what I gave away. After accounting, I lost over twenty thousand today—but it’s acceptable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang sneered: “Your brand’s called ‘Hongyun’—and you lose twenty thousand on opening day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly, Xiao Dongbei. You came here alone, built this life—house, car, money. Isn’t that enough? We all thought you didn’t need to go through this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah, Boss Wang, you should’ve just given me the car! Someone buys a shirt, and you give it to a stranger? Oh my, over a hundred thousand—I’m heartbroken!” Tao Tao clutched his chest dramatically—he was truly pained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his shameless words and audacious gesture, Lingzi, Linghong, and Miss Wang nearly rolled their eyes into the ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abao, ever the loyal friend, intervened: “Stop daydreaming. Boss Wang’s building brand awareness. If you’d won, his reputation would’ve been ruined.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little monk, bring me food,” Wang Yan called out, then turned to them. “I know you mean well. Let me explain simply why I’m not afraid of losing—so you won’t worry I’ll end up begging you for food. I’ve said before: the future of real estate…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So if you stretch time, today’s losses don’t matter. And you all think I must sell cheap clothes, do wholesale, to make money—that high prices mean no sales, branding is impossible. That’s wrong. You keep saying I’ll lose and fail, crushing my motivation. Nothing’s impossible—I have to try. How can I know if it works unless I try?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen, I told you—Boss Wang had a plan all along!” Tao Tao nodded vigorously. “That’s the spirit! After all, it’s the same clothes—why should we sell for ten yuan while foreign goods sell for a hundred? It’s unfair! We need to build…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Listen to me, I’m telling you, Boss Wang had this all planned out,” Tao Tao nodded vigorously. “That’s the spirit we need! On a larger scale, the clothes are all the same—why should ours sell for ten yuan while foreign brands charge a hundred? That makes no sense. We need to build up… uh…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, good brother—you get me!” Tao Tao grabbed Abao’s hands and shook them vigorously. “That’s exactly what I meant—my boss has spirit!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get off me, you last-minute commentator,” Linghong waved him off. “You were the one screaming loudest that Boss Wang would go bankrupt!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? I didn’t say that? Old man said it too! I’m just uneducated, no Jianshi —so what?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Lingzi could speak, Wang Yan waved them silent: “Enough, quiet down. I’ve been shouted at all day—my head’s buzzing. Let me have some peace.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi rose, peeked into the kitchen, brought out a plate of peanuts and a bottle of Maotai. “It’ll take a while—drink first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi got up, went to the kitchen to check, brought over a plate of peanuts and a bottle of Moutai: “It’ll take a while longer—have a drink first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang said: “We finished long ago. We just wanted to see how much you lost today.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss Wang always speaks so bluntly. Want some more?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not hungry. You’d better pray real estate turns out as high as you say. You guys chat—I’m leaving. Boss Bao, Sister Lingzi.” Miss Wang bid farewell. Abao walked out to hail her a taxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang had come purely to check on Wang Yan’s situation—she felt his actions were connected to their past talks about paogao. She felt responsible, couldn’t stand by while he jumped into a fire. It was intriguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sipped wine, ate peanuts, and chuckled: “If you’ve got nothing better to do, find something—don’t just stare at me. It’s stressful, makes me uncomfortable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They looked at each other. Abao sat across from Wang Yan. “I actually have something. Honestly—I came here today just to wait for you, Boss Wang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? We’re friends—call me if you need something. Why so formal? Speak up.” Wang Yan tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m heading south to Shenzhen. The more capital, the better. I want you to join me. Invest one million—I’ll take 40% of the profits in six months.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m heading south to Shenzhen, and the more capital the better. I want you to join me as a partner—you put in a million, and in six months, I’ll take 40 percent of the profits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got inside info—guaranteed to double.” Abao nodded firmly, locking eyes with Wang Yan’s deep gaze, reinforcing his credibility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Abao wasn’t just bluffing—his tone and gestures were perfectly calibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.” Wang Yan smiled, pulled out a room key, and placed it on the table. “The one million you brought back last time hasn’t been touched—it’s under the bed. Tao Tao, run an errand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Tao had been zoning out with the others—this exchange was too simple, and Wang Yan casually handing out a million was too shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his name called, Tao Tao snapped to attention. Boss Wang was asking him to run an errand—he dared not refuse. He took the key and shuffled toward the door, then suddenly turned back and sat beside Abao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good brother—is this really as good as you say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re joining too?” Abao exclaimed. “The money’s with Fangmei—I wouldn’t dare use it. She’d hunt me down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're joining too?\" Bao Bai exclaimed. \"All the money's with Fang Mei—I wouldn't dare touch it, or she'll come after me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, Bao, didn’t you forget how things were when you first came with Uncle? I stole every last penny I had and gave it to you. Back then, Fang Sister chased you down—later, when you paid back double, didn’t I tell you how she laughed all night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Tao said, “I’ve always wanted to buy a minivan, but Fang Sister never lets me. Normally, I’d just let it go—but this time, you’re so sure of yourself, and Wang Boss didn’t even blink before offering you a million. I can’t miss this chance. Bao, tell me—is it solid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m trading stocks in Shenzhen—how can I guarantee anything? Losses and gains are normal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’m in. I’ve got a hundred thousand saved. I’ll sneak it out tomorrow and give it to you. Brother, you’ve got to hold strong. I feel this is the closest I’ve ever been to getting my minivan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, Tao Tao turned and ran out to Wang Yan’s room, grabbed the money, and sprinted back. A million was heavy—he was terrified. What if someone stole it halfway? How would he explain it? So he ran as fast as he could. In this regard, Tao Tao was pure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Tao Tao gasping for breath, Wang Yan shook his head with amusement, then turned to Ge Laoshi and the others: “Aren’t you joining in? Bao Zong is leading the way to fortune. If everything goes well, the profit from his trip will cover my clothing losses for years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ge Laoshi was the first to shake his head firmly: “I don’t make money, so I don’t lose money. Little Northeast, let me tell you—I’m terrified that if I ever make money, I’ll lose control in old age and end up bankrupt and miserable. Oh my, just thinking about it makes me sad. I’m an old man with nothing left—what can I even do? I’d probably starve even begging.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, it’s fine. Every day I drink my old wine, eat my little dishes, laugh and chat with friends. I have no expenses to speak of—contentment brings lasting joy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, the old fellow was quite clear-headed, controlling his desires.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, don’t look at me, Wang Boss. Where would I get money? I rely entirely on Lingzi for support.” Ling Hong also shook her head. “I never thought Tao Tao had that kind of cash—ten thousand yuan? Then how can you possibly eat and drink here for free every day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What nonsense? Bao and Wang Boss are here, Lingzi is here, Ge Laoshi is here—how can I call myself rich? Really.” Tao Tao waved his hands. “Lingzi, you should be the one putting up money so Bao can help make profits—it’d make up for Night Tokyo’s losses. Every day I hear you say Night Tokyo is losing money, and it breaks my heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get lost, get lost—do you not eat or drink? You eat the most! Fish one meal, meat the next, picking and choosing, always fussy—how can you be so shameless?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi glared at Tao Tao, who shrank back under her gaze. Then, embarrassed, she turned to Bao: “I’m counting on Bao Zong’s kindness—he won’t stand by and let Night Tokyo go bankrupt once he makes money, right, Bao Zong~?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao sighed helplessly: “You’ve got me figured out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then don’t tell me to come back from Japan. If I hadn’t come back, I wouldn’t be this trouble. But now that I’m here, you’re responsible for me—Bao Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao sensed the awkwardness—their curious, amused stares made his scalp tingle. He chose to withdraw: “Alright, alright—I’ll take the money, Wang Boss. If nothing goes wrong, I’ll cash out by next June.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded with a smile: “Looking forward to your good news.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farewell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Farewell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Make your fortune, Bao Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People chimed in, bidding Bao farewell in a chorus of voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao’s “farewell” meant he’d be gone for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan knew well what lay ahead in Bao’s Shenzhen journey—this was where the story truly began. The mysterious Mr. A’s tale may have been long, but it ended here. Bao’s future would never escape the shadow of this moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to join in—not for any other reason than to invest a little and dip into the plot. He’d make plenty of money, too. Bao was generous—he offered Wang Yan sixty percent. A sure profit—why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether he’d later be hated or targeted by Qiang Mujie, it would mostly be Bao they’d go after—after all, Bao had stolen Qiang’s white moonlight, a great humiliation. Wang Yan himself had little to do with it—he was just making money. Qiang Mujie didn’t retaliate against those who made more than Bao—he came after Bao first, precisely because of Lingzi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled as he drank, eating the dishes served by the young monk, watching the group—somehow—start arguing again…\u003C\u002Fp>",3802,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4ed0cb9918a3ed3785bd4c674515c1d9fee918b19b2e2bc55d4307ee94759196","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-981","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-979",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]