[{"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-982":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},2334908,4564,"Chapter 982: A Unique Perspective","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-982",982,"\u003Cp>The plane descended slowly and finally landed smoothly at Hong Kong’s Kai Tak Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the airport, a Mercedes sedan door opened; a long leg stepped out, high heels touching the ground. Betty, wearing sunglasses, clutched her small bag and shook her hair in the sunlight. She slammed the door shut and strode toward the exit, pure yet effortlessly cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Lao, dressed in a sharp suit, slicked-back hair, stepped out and saw just such a Betty. He smiled and walked over; she naturally linked arms with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s been half a year—your changes are significant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good or bad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you think?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t want to go back to working as a waitress at the Peninsula Hotel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then it’s good.” Wang Yan nodded with a smile. “That’s the spirit you need to live well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not talk about work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If possible, you should find something to replace work. Some people work to earn money; others seek value in work. You’re different—you’re no longer short on money, and you don’t seek value in work. I remember you once told me you used to enjoy stamp collecting, reading, music, and dancing—all fine ways to cultivate your spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty shook her head: “Now I seek success in work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much success counts as success? As long as you’re happy, I support you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daozi was supposed to come pick you up, but I told him not to—we’re meeting tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan nodded, acknowledging it. It was rather amusing: Betty felt awkward calling a man nearing fifty “Daozi” and always wanted to address him as “Big Brother Dao.” But Daozi fiercely resisted, insisting on calling her “Big Sister.” The old man truly didn’t care about face. Seeing his nervous, humble demeanor, Betty couldn’t bring herself to call him “Big Brother Dao,” so she let it slide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They chatted as they reached the parking lot. Wang Yan looked at the sleek black Mercedes and nodded: “Not bad. You should get a driver—you’re meant to sit in the back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Usually, Daozi hired a girl to drive me—she’s excellent, trained in Muay Thai, and even acts as my bodyguard. You’ll see tomorrow; she’s quite good. This car’s a gray-market import, very cheap. Daozi bought one himself and gave me this one. It’s not that important, so I didn’t mention it on the phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Daozi’s really powerful now…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s got money, lots of brothers, and boldness. I heard he’s fighting daily for territory, making a big splash. Recently, the police arrested him and held him for twenty-four hours. You should talk to him—he’s going to end up dead if he keeps this up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan chuckled, shaking his head as he stowed the suitcase. “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They got in the car. Wang Yan sat in the front passenger seat; Betty drove carefully straight toward her new apartment in Causeway Bay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why didn’t she let Daozi come? Clearly, absence makes the heart grow fonder—even though they’d never married, their deep partnership over six months demanded further intimacy, rekindling the fiery passion of their initial collaboration…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was humanity’s most primal feeling, reaching straight to the core. It was sweat seeping through sensuality, heavy, passionate breaths, the deepest expression of emotion. She tilted her neck, sweat soaking her hair, tracing down her lovely face. Beneath the warm yellow light, droplets glistened, flowing from her jaw along her graceful neck…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dazed and spent, they didn’t emerge until the next afternoon, when Wang Yan and Betty met Daozi at a roadside grill stall nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Daozi was now truly “Big Brother Dao,” dining out with a retinue of followers, upon seeing Wang Yan, he still humbly called him “Brother Yan.” The boldness Betty mentioned had turned him into a gentle kitten, too timid to raise his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan liked Daozi’s humility. Though he’d grown arrogant, he hadn’t mistaken his power for the right to turn the tables. That was good—it ensured longevity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I heard Big Brother Dao’s powerful now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan ate calmly, smiling as he spoke—making Daozi shiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, I really can’t help it. With so many brothers under me, we need places to operate. Out on the streets, some inexperienced kids always stir up trouble. I’m a boss—I have to stand by my own, right or wrong. I don’t want this, Brother Yan. Big Sister didn’t tell you? I was arrested and locked up for twenty-four hours the other day, for no reason. I know they were warning me, but I’m innocent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daozi pleaded desperately, near tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan studied him for two seconds, then nodded: “Do you know all the big gangs are cleaning up? You look powerful now, and no one’s touched you—but that’s because they’re waiting for you to grow big enough to become a target. Or when you get so drunk on power you forget your own name and piss off someone who shoots you in the back—then it’ll be too late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, I really don’t know what to do. More brothers mean fighting for territory. We have factories, but we can’t fit all these people. I recruit brothers, they recruit more—everything’s chaotic, filthy. I can’t control it, Brother Yan. You know me—I was just a street thug, still on the streets at forty-five. People would laugh me to death if they knew.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If not for you giving me a chance, Brother Yan, where would I be today? Honestly, I don’t know what to do anymore. Today, I came to ask you for advice. Whatever you say, I’ll do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No drugs, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, I swear I haven’t touched any. But now I have so many under me—I can’t control them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better not have.” Wang Yan shook his head. “How many people total?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four hundred fifty-six—I know that many. Some have their own subordinates; I don’t know about them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’re talking over a thousand? You don’t even know your own people? You’re asking to die slow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, I really don’t know what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Start a logistics company. Put the junior bosses in charge of teams; make the brothers do the work. Those who want to stay, stay. Those who don’t, get out. Only the official employees are your real brothers. What others do is none of your business. Stop collecting protection money. Gambling dens, hair salons, loan sharking—hand those over to trusted men. Don’t drive people to ruin or death—accumulate virtue.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For those who can’t repay their loans, make them work for the logistics company. Don’t keep exploiting them—give them a chance to reform. You make money, and you help them turn their lives around.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t your brothers the ones who bring you barbecue spices and herbal tea? Look at the port—find other companies, take on small contracts. Build slowly—it’ll grow. If you master Hong Kong’s logistics, feeding thousands won’t be a problem. Then expand overseas, dominate Southeast Asia. If you do that, you’ll have succeeded in life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daozi looked troubled: “Brother Yan, I can fight—I’m forty-six, but I still train. I can still swing a blade. But negotiating business? I can’t do it. All the business here is handled by Big Sister—she tells me what to do. I really can’t.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you understand what ‘black and white both controlled’ means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You mean…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t negotiate business? Can’t you just deliver money? Can’t you introduce beautiful women who want to climb up and make money? Can’t you take people to play cards? If they refuse, send them food and drinks at their doorstep. Are you a thug or not? Don’t you know how to annoy people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You run a legitimate business—no fighting, no yelling, no killing, no arson—what’s wrong? Harmony brings wealth. If you can’t bring wealth, you can’t afford harmony. Understand, Big Brother Dao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan taught the thug thug ethics. Betty watched, bewildered. She vaguely felt Wang Yan was more like a gangster than Daozi. She vaguely remembered she hadn’t known Wang Yan long—but the ease of their time together, the longing after separation, made her feel as if they’d known each other forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get it, I get it, Brother Yan! I’m Daozi, Daozi—don’t call me Big Brother Dao, I’m scared! Drink, Brother Yan—I toast you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking a sip of beer, Wang Yan said: “Start the company first. Later, I’ll set up a logistics firm on the mainland, invest capital—your side handles overseas, mine handles the mainland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, now I feel at ease. Doing this alone, I had no confidence. Don’t worry—I’ll make this side shine, won’t let you down.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is for you, not me.” Wang Yan nodded toward a man watching from afar. “Made enemies?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks to Brother Yan, I’ve been getting attention lately—plainclothes cops.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay away from me from now on. I’m a legitimate businessman. Don’t make it look like I’m conspiring with a criminal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I have no choice—Brother Yan, your leg is thick. I’ve got to cling tight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Protect Betty. Protect your family. Don’t drag them into trouble. Your family is your responsibility—if Betty gets into trouble, you’ll be feeding turtles in the sea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan, don’t worry—I’ll make sure Big Sister stays safe.” Daozi turned to Betty, clearly flushed and energized. “Big Sister, you heard that—don’t be polite. If anything happens, I’ll die for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty nodded politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved his hand: “Being a big boss, showing off on the streets—it won’t last. Focus on legitimate business, walk the right path—that’s how you earn money, stay safe, and keep dignity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Yan’s right. I toast you, Brother Yan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After this dinner, Daozi went off to act. Wang Yan and Betty strolled the streets, finally turning to serious business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty asked: “You’re getting into logistics?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s secondary. My seasonings and apparel will expand nationwide—direct sales. Right now, some buyers pick up shipments themselves; others, we arrange transport. Better to buy trucks and hire staff—grow logistics in sync with seasoning and apparel expansion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Everywhere’s construction sites, roads being built—goods circulation is vital to economic growth. Logistics is the middle link. Also, international trade will boom—overseas business will grow. Overall, logistics has a bright future.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan gave a general explanation, then asked: “How’s the Shenzhen factory? When does production start?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“End of the month. Workers are hired, equipment being calibrated for pre-production. Next month we’ll launch bottled and canned herbal tea—first in Hong Kong, Macau, Guangdong, Guangxi; then Beijing and Shanghai. Nationwide rollout, plus testing Southeast Asia. It’s going to get busy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t get too busy. Even if you seek success through work, success isn’t instant. Sometimes you need to slow down. Like now—haven’t walked the streets like this in a long time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Many years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now that you’re not short on money, living well matters most.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty smiled, then asked: “How long will you stay in Hong Kong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seven more days—with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. I’ll be busy too. What’s the plan this year? Just logistics?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I said it’s secondary. The Soviet Union’s unstable—many are getting rich there. I’ll probably spend this year there, trying to secure high-end equipment and make more money to develop existing businesses.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Like my apparel brand—my direct sales stores are all rented. This time, I’ll buy hundreds of shops in major cities. Most importantly, I’ll buy you a villa on the island.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Betty hugged Wang Yan’s arm: “A villa’s too big—I’m scared. Even my rented apartment feels empty. Let’s buy an apartment instead—more people, less empty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled and nodded: “Then buy both. Live wherever you want.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still, save money. Two properties here could fund dozens of stores on the mainland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether early or late, stores open eventually—but life’s different. Enjoy what you can.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s your money—I’ll follow your lead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You might need to help me later—some unused equipment or resources need to be moved overseas, under Xue Zhi’s investment name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll follow your orders. Just like you said last year—whatever you say, I do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled, ruffling her hair. She pouted playfully. Together, they strolled Hong Kong’s streets…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He promised a week—he kept it. After thoroughly accompanying Betty and giving Daozi his startup advice, Wang Yan departed for Moscow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, no one in the world was closer to the “big brother” than Wang Mou—he’d repeatedly salvaged legacies, understood every situation, every resource, inside and out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he’d passed the initial thrill. He no longer felt genuine joy or pride from acquiring things and making money, as he once did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet returning here inevitably stirred memories of his younger self, still drunk on luck, brimming with energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he was still drunk on luck—daily gratitude to his living father must never fade…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan personally coordinated connections, shipping materials from the mainland via railcars northward. From the north, he shipped back equipment, supplies, or via sea to Hong Kong, Shanghai, and elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he needed, he used himself—he’d founded a semiconductor company, same location as before, Shanghai, building a factory. Soviet equipment was sufficient; if not, what could he do? Better than nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he didn’t need, he sold domestically and abroad. Domestically, he sold cheaply—enough profit to cover several shops and renovations. Overseas, he added a slight markup—he didn’t just trade equipment, but also metals and minerals. It looked messy, but everything was orderly. His wealth was exploding—national wealth catalyzing the individual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hongyun Apparel’s direct sales stores multiplied daily. The logistics side, meanwhile, kept adding trucks—now sizable. He bought a Central apartment and a Causeway Bay shop for clothing sales. He hadn’t forgotten to ask Miss Wang for paperwork—she handled it swiftly…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three months passed. It was now June.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon in Night Tokyo, laughter rang out. Wang Yan parked outside and heard the noise before even entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, who’s this?” Ge Laoshi exaggerated. “It’s Boss Wang! Welcome, welcome, a warm welcome—quick, come in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? Old guy doesn’t call me ‘Little Northeast’ anymore? Good.” Wang Yan pretended not to catch Ge Laoshi’s sarcasm. He set down two cases of Maotai, walked in, nodded to Bao and others, greeted Ye Shu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss Wang smiled: “I’ve heard Ge Laoshi and others complain—you never come unless Bao Zong returns to split the profits.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re all slandering me?” Wang Yan turned to Ge Laoshi and the others. “Then I won’t send wine here anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I didn’t say that, Boss Wang—it was all Ge Laoshi,” Tao Tao immediately distanced himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, Little Northeast, you’ve got no conscience. We were all getting along fine, then you moved to Julu Road—now you’re impossible to find.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lingzi said: “I’ve told you all—Boss Wang runs big business. Didn’t he go to the Soviet Union? Flying everywhere—how’s he got time? You’re all acting like children—it’s hilarious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan smiled: “I said during the New Year—we’re all busy this year, no time to rest. Bao Zong only agreed to meet me twice to get here today. Tomorrow I’m flying to Moscow—time’s tight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In normal circumstances, by the time someone reaches his level, not just Ge Laoshi and his crowd, even Bao himself couldn’t hold a conversation with him. But he’s calm-minded, has no such elaborate thoughts—these people have plenty of petty flaws, yet they’re decent folks, which is why he often comes to Night Tokyo. Even when he doesn’t come, he has wine regularly sent over; to him it’s nothing, but to these people, it’s a gesture of goodwill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he can get along with anyone—he simply doesn’t overthink things, and interacts naturally with whomever. Of course, these people are characters from the drama, and that’s partly why he’s here; otherwise, what’s the point of him being in this world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shu smiled and asked, “How’s things over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s gotten chaotic. Hard to explain the details. Everything’s full of loopholes—from top to bottom, the economy is struggling, the people are in distress. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be making money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao said, “Even a dying camel is bigger than a horse. Right now, everyone’s rushing north to get rich—truly, a whole bunch of people have become wealthy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bao Zong, you’re being modest. You clearly made a good haul this time too. We didn’t talk much on the phone before, but now let’s be honest—how much did you make?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eightfold.” Bao held up eight fingers. “Your one million profit turned into seven million. Per our prior agreement, that’s five point two million. But I didn’t bring the cash today—it’s too much to carry, too unsafe. Wang Boss, tell me—how do you want it paid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Write off twenty thousand, round it to a nice number. Later, I’ll have Hongyun’s finance team visit Ye Shu—just ask him to transfer the money to Hongyun’s account.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way, Wang Boss. We agreed on a specific amount, and that’s what we stick to. I said five point two million, but there are still jiao and fen to account for—we must calculate precisely.” Bao refused Wang Yan’s generosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have no objection. I’ll have finance visit Ye Shu tomorrow.” Wang Yan nodded, then glanced at Tao Tao, whose mouth hung open. “You bought that van, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bought it days ago, but Fangmei won’t let me drive it since I’m coming here to drink tonight. Oh my, Wang Boss, you wouldn’t believe it—when Fangmei saw the box of cash I brought home, her eyes nearly popped out, she nearly went crazy. When I said I wanted a car, she was all for it. Sure, a van isn’t as nice as a sedan, but it hauls cargo, carries people—oh my, so comfortable!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ge Laoshi shook his head repeatedly: “He’ll only be excited for two days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Hong was even more disdainful: “I rode in his car once—just two days after he bought it, and it smelled like pickled fish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I have to drive to the fishing port every day—what can I do?” Tao Tao looked innocent, yet corrected her: “It’s seafood, not fish.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ling Hong didn’t tire of it: “Just answer—do you have fish or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Tao Tao getting roasted again, Wang Yan said, “Bao Zong, Postage Li, how’s everything going over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too smooth. Those overseas students got wrecked—I heard the leader, some Mr. A, jumped into the sea and killed himself. Oh my, how tragic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re making money, Wang Boss. They lost and killed themselves—that’s just bad luck. They got hit by policy shifts and couldn’t hold their stocks—what could they do? If they’d held tight and got another influx of cash, they could’ve manipulated prices up and down—huge gains! I’m telling you, Wang Boss, if I, Postage Li, ever had that chance, I’d never regret it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he spat twice and slapped his own mouth. “Anyway, life and death are fate, wealth and honor are heaven’s will. I enjoy the profits, I stand firm when I lose—nothing to say.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good attitude.” Wang Yan smiled and nodded. “But since people died, no trouble arose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think not. Ye Shu says there was.” Bao didn’t seem concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, he truly made a killing—his own one million turned into eight million. Wang Yan’s two point eight million, plus Postage Li’s, Tao Tao’s, and others’ contributions like Fat Auntie’s—altogether, he earned over ten million in half a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, Bao is far stronger than he was at the same point in the original drama—all thanks to Wang Yan’s influence. Though Bao remains kind and sentimental, Wang Yan is two years younger and built his empire entirely alone in a short time. Bao can’t help but feel a bit competitive. So he invested more, moved faster, and naturally earned even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now, he no longer even thinks of comparing himself to Wang Yan. Wang Yan’s operations are too big—he’s even poaching from the Big Brother. He’s heard whispers of Wang Boss’s incredible feats. Impossible to match. As for guts, he’s truly impressed—Wang Boss is fearless… truly daring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shu sneered: “Mr. A wasn’t alone. I heard he had thirteen bodyguards. At their level, connections aren’t simple. Mr. A is dead, but the debts remain. Though we weren’t the biggest investor, we still rank. Once others catch their breath, they won’t let this go. If they get an opening, they’ll strike—stay sharp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I believe capital seeks revenge not through other means—it simply makes you return to where you came from. If you don’t want to lose everything, tread carefully.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ye Shu’s right.” Wang Yan smiled. “But I think it won’t be that polite. Other methods aren’t off the table—they just haven’t pushed anyone to the brink yet. Otherwise, tomorrow you’d get hit by a cement truck.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shu’s words sounded harsh, as if capital always followed principles. But if it truly followed principles, it wouldn’t be capital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyway, just be careful.” Ye Shu smiled, conceding Wang Yan’s point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, alright, food’s here! We haven’t gathered like this in over half a year. Tonight, we drink till we pass out—especially you, Wang Boss, you’ve got to drink more. Tomorrow you’re off to Moscow—next time we meet, who knows when?” Lingzi brought in the dishes, tapping her head. “Oh, by the way—you won’t be too busy for the New Year, right? You’ll come to Night Tokyo to celebrate with us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just short a chef, aren’t you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, I run a restaurant—do you think I don’t have a couple of signature dishes? I just don’t show off. But honestly, I can’t compare to Wang Boss. Still, we’re all sentimental—we drink old liquor together, that’s what matters.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan sat down smiling: “Once things settle, I’ll definitely join for the New Year. You all know—I have no friends. Just serve the food—I’m starving.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, Wang Boss, you’re being too modest—you’ve friends all over the world,” Wang Man sat beside him, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Those are business partners—based on profit, not friendship. Oh, by the way, I bought gifts for you all in Hong Kong and Moscow, and also picked things up in Korea, Japan, and Southeast Asia. I just never had time to give them to you. I’ll arrange it tomorrow, and someone will deliver them in a few days.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, I knew the little Northeasterner had the most conscience…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really, Wang Boss? Oh my, how could we possibly accept…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I knew Wang Boss wouldn’t forget us—traveling so far and still thinking of bringing gifts…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the crowd at Night Tokyo and Postage Li—all protesting with false modesty, yet clearly eager to get their gifts, buzzing with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one person was different: Wang Man. Her voice was always loud, and her words unmistakable—she pouted: “I don’t want any!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared at Wang Yan: “You’ve got bad intentions. I’ve told you countless times—I won’t accept gifts, not even from friends. Whatever you give, I’ll pay for. You’re a big boss—you don’t care. I make four hundred a month—how can I afford it? You’re trying to bankrupt me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh my, got a raise?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, fifty more.” Wang Man grinned, slightly excited, then instantly turned serious. “Don’t change the subject. Even if I got five hundred more, I still couldn’t accept your gifts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—I’ll have someone bring them over for you to see. If you don’t like them, just say no.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Don’t you dare show them to me!” Wang Man firmly believed Wang Yan’s gifts would suit her perfectly. She wouldn’t even look—afraid she’d lose control and want them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan hummed, arms crossed, and asked Ye Shu: “Ye Shu, what if I buy a bunch and give one to every member of the Clothing Department?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shu laughed helplessly, finding Wang Yan’s angle bizarre. He shook his head: “That director of Jin Hua’s department might just be done for.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got guts, even…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan waved his hand and asked Ye Shu again: “Ye Shu, what if I send the Clothing Department a banner of thanks, along with gifts, for helping me open my clothing brand in Hong Kong? Would that work?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No!” Wang Man shook her head loudly, slapping Wang Yan’s shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hmm? Ye Shu ignored Wang Man’s noise—this angle was even more bizarre. He raised an eyebrow, adjusted his slipping glasses, thought for a moment, then said: “That could work. But the gifts should be clothes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll send plenty of clothes. As a businessman, I sincerely thank government departments for their help—reasonable and justified.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan turned to Wang Man, raised an eyebrow, and gently nudged her shoulder. “Don’t rush. The Hong Kong store isn’t even renovated yet. Once it opens, I’ll get some press coverage, take photos, and send them all to your department together. Why are you glaring? Ye Shu is your senior—he said it’s fine. If there’s any issue, we can always return them—it won’t affect you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Wang Man pout, Bao laughed: “Wang Boss really knows how to handle things. I’ll learn from you—send a banner and gifts to No. 27.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, so annoying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yan raised an eyebrow at Bao, then called out: “Come on, pour the wine! The boss lady said—tonight, we drink till we pass out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bao looked at Wang Man, who still glared at Wang Yan, then at the harmonious group, then back at Wang Man, who still glared at Wang Yan…\u003C\u002Fp>",4171,"2026-06-20T21:08:55.377Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","2f0f37e30ad65ceb8faabe79c36f6373e4aaa3f4cec1069117b75f857e10be89","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-983","from-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--chapter-981",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-the-god-of-medicine-a-journey-through-film--cover.jpg"]