Street, meat case.

There was a white pig lying on the case, and the butcher was carrying a knife...

Isn't this a scene of killing a pig?

"Ah... it hurts so much...Wine, wine, hurry up, doctor, give me some more wine."

While the butcher cut his thighs with a saw, the unlucky guy lying on the ground kept howling.

"Give him some more wine."

The doctor, like a butcher, said to the young man carrying a bucket next to him.

After the boy gave the man a bottle of wine, the pain seemed to relieve a lot.

Will the effect of wine be so fast?

After the butcher sawed the man's legs and threw them on the ground, he saw him picking up the soldering iron directly.

"I..." Accompanied by a burst of blue smoke, there was a smell of meat all around it, but even so, the unlucky guy did not make a miserable scream, but just drank wine.

This... opened his eyes wide, Zhu Xianhai said in surprise.

"What is he drinking?"

Buffett said.

"Duck slice wine, sir."

"Duck slice wine?"

"Yes, sir, that's the best thing, whether it's malaria, fever, or soreness all over your body. As long as you feel uncomfortable, give a sip of duck wine to ensure that the medicine will cure the disease. If it recurs, then have two more sips."

Buffett's explanation made Zhu Xianhai stunned.

Then, that thing is a y-piece wine.

Is there anyone drinking this way?

In fact, Zhu Xianhai didn't know at all that in 1860, duck slice wine and macao wine could be purchased at a cheap price from pharmacists, grocery stores, bookstores, and even mobile vendors.

Of course, for ordinary people, duck slices and wine are still a magic pill to cure all diseases. If you are sick or not, you can take a sip to ensure that the medicine can cure the disease. In fact, it is just to temporarily paralyze the nerves and relieve the pain.

However, in this era when Western medicine is a butcher, what else can they expect? They can only rely on this kind of disease-free drug to numb themselves.

Staring at the duck-flavored wine in the guy's hand, watching the doctor who looked like a butcher bandage the wound of the unlucky guy with a piece of cloth, and rubbing the blood on his hands on his apron, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but pray for the unlucky guy.

If this guy survived like this, how lucky he would be! Can such a wound not be infected? This is amputation surgery!

While sighing, the next scene blinded Zhu Xianhai's eyes, and saw the butcher, uh, he was a doctor, a doctor... The doctor walked forward and shouted loudly.

"Gentlemen, ladies, you have seen how magical the effect of my duck slice wine is. Even for amputation, Mr. Madan did not feel any pain. Believe me, Dr. Madland's y-slice wine, the best duck slice wine in Argentina. If you buy it on site, buy two and get one free, buy two and get one free…"

He opened his eyes wide in shock. The impact Zhu Xianhai felt was so great that it was far beyond his understanding. What surprised him even more was that those onlookers immediately gathered around to buy duck slices wine. The enthusiasm was like a supermarket special offer or a big rush.

"Well, sir, my...huh? You are from the East!"

Holding a bottle of duck wine in his hand, Dr. Madland looked at the tall guy in surprise.

He is actually an oriental!

“Yes, I’m Chinese.”

Now Zhu Xianhai has adapted to this surprise. After all, it is really rare for Orientals to be seen in South America this year.

He is actually Chinese!

A living Chinese stands in front of me!

Although Dr. Madland was very surprised, he came to his senses and quickly laughed.

"Haha, you are the first Chinese I have met, I'm giving you this bottle of wine."

What?

Do you want to harm me?

In the 21st century, your crime of drug trafficking in the street is enough to be shot. But in this era, you are just scattering the market directly.

Without even waiting for Zhu Xianhai to refuse, a small bottle of opium wine was stuffed into his hands.

Looking at the duck wine that was forced into his hand, Zhu Xianhai even felt a little dazed. The years were so magical. It was so wild.

After Zhu Xianhai left, he didn't go far, he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Gentlemen, have you seen it? Even Chinese people buy duck slice wine from me, Dr. Madland's opium wine, the best tablet-pressed wine in America..."

I went there and it turned out that I was a tool guy... these profiteers!

Although Zhu Xianhai was complaining in his heart, looking at the bottle of tablet wine in his hand, countless thoughts flashed in his mind.

...

"Sir, duck slice wine cannot cure the disease at all."

On the way home, I realized that Zhu Xianhai seemed to be thinking about something. Buffett specifically reminded.

"And it can be addictive, and it is precisely because of this that the doctors will try their best to promote him."

Of course, this is because he is a drug!

Those white-skinned doctors are really amazing, and they do such business that are unconscience-free.

Zhu Xianhai said with a smile.

"I know."

Nodded, he said again.

"But, why do you think they sell this?"

"this?"

Buffett said.

"Of course it's for money. As long as you can make money, what can't be sold? Besides, his profit is very high."

Obviously, Buffett is also a straightforward guy.

Does this need an explanation?

In 1860...The Second Opium War!

The drug dealers in Britain are willing to start a war to deal with drugs!

Who would refuse the huge profits of drug trafficking?

In order to make money, these white-skinned people can't tell anything against their conscience? Even doctors are like this.

Zhu Xianhai looked at the glass bottle in his hand. Nowadays, it seems that it is really wild.

"But we can't get into this business at all."

Buffett asked.

"Sir, all the duck slices are shipped by the British and Americans. They have always monopolized the business and we have no chance to intervene."

Buffett curled his lips and said.

"Or what if only those doctors can make money on it? Because others can't get in! British, Americans only cooperate with doctors, so we can only watch from the side."

Buffett's tone was full of pity, as if he was worried about missing out on such a business.

He also wants to do a business that makes money! But the problem is that he has no chance to intervene.

"Um……"

After looking at Buffett, Zhu Xianhai said to himself.

"Actually, I discovered a new market?"

"You're going to do this?"

Buffett wondered.

"this?"

Zhu Xianhai looked at the bottle in his hand and shook his head and said.

"Of course not this. I am a person with a conscience. How could I do such a thing? But I have a better business..."
Chapter completed!