Walter and Frank's ideas are exactly the same.

However, Walter is not like Frank, with so many tricks. He deals with chemistry all his life. He has nothing but chemistry and he can't do anything.

The knowledge that pharmaceuticals need most is chemistry. Seeing that pharmaceutical vendors make money so much, Walter became interested in starting a business and wanted to make as much money as possible before he died.

But Walter is not an addict either. He is not familiar with this industry. The only thing he can think of is Frank, so he contacted Frank, but unexpectedly he was rejected by Frank.

Walter was also in a state of emergency and was seeking medical treatment. He lived in New Mexico and Frank lived in Chicago. The two were separated by 108,000 miles apart. Even if Frank wanted to help him, he would be helpless.

Unless Walter moves to Chicago, or Frank moves to New Mexico, both of them have their own families and concerns, which is not realistic in itself.

Finally, Walter chose to join forces with his former student Pinkman.

But Walter only saw that this industry made money, but he didn't know how deep the water was in this industry.

Pinkman is even a gangster. Even if he understands this industry, he is just because he is an addict and belongs to the lowest level.

But the goods made by Walter are among the top and rare top-quality products.

Pinkmann is a gangster on the street, holding such high-end goods and taking delivery, if he is on the street, a few grams or a small amount of more than ten grams, it would be fine, but he went to find Crazy Xiaoba.

Crazy Xiaoba is the boss of this area. All the customers in this area belong to him and is the largest seller. Pinkman used to buy goods, but he also bought them at his place.

Walter made a pack of ice crystals. If it was taken out in scattered food, I don’t know when it would be sold out. So, Pinkman went to find Crazy Xiaoba. Crazy Xiaoba could swallow this pack of ice crystals by himself and digest them through his own customer channels.

Pinkman's idea is correct, and the manufacturer and sales channels cooperate.

However, this is not an ordinary industry, it is a real person who can gain a foothold in this industry and has a territory. Which one is an ordinary person? Ordinary people have long died, and they are all ruthless guys.

Pinkman took such high-end goods to find Crazy Xiaoba to cooperate, just like a bare-handed poor man holding a gold mine to cooperate with a capitalist who beats the bones and sucks the marrow.

This is not only a man who is innocent and possesses a treasure, but also a sheep entering the tiger's mouth and delivering goods to his door.

Of course, in the end, Crazy Xiao Ba failed. If he didn't, Walter and Pinkman might be like now.

Walter and Pinkman started a business together. They encountered such a thing in their first business. They were all scared. They grew up so old that they had never seen real corpses, let alone killing people with their own hands and turned into murderers.

But what they did in the past two days was extremely clean even among the many murderers. They dismembered the corpse and chemically corroded it into a pool of viscous liquid.

If the police know what they have done in the past few days, they will definitely be marked as a major vicious murder case and will be exposed by the media, which will cause a sensation across the country.

So, after the body was dealt with, Walter and Pinkman all turned off the engine, and they were afraid to touch the industry again.

If Frank wants the two to rejoin the group, he needs to do a lot of work.

"Do you still remember my suggestion? Anyway, you are going to die. What are you afraid of? Others will get old if they don't go crazy, but we will die if they don't go crazy."

"Think about Skyler, Little White and her unborn little daughter, think about it..." Frank finally patted Walter on the shoulder and persuaded.

When Frank returned to Pinkman's house, it was already midnight, and the TV in the living room was still on. Pinkman was lying on the sofa and was asleep with beer on the table.

"This kid..." Frank went back to the house to cover Pinkman with a blanket, then went upstairs and went back to the house to sleep.

When Frank got up, it was already noon. Pinkman didn't know where to go, and Frank was the only one left at home.

Frank went out and found a restaurant on the side of the road, and took a simple bite.

After dinner, Frank drove around the city and became familiar with the small town.

He wanted to stay here for a while, and persuade Walter and Pinkman as much as possible to start a business again. If the two of them really quit, Frank would go back to Chicago.

After Frank took over the money from handling the yellow sports car, he bought a second-hand car for transportation.

In places like New Mexico, especially those in the state capital, not big cities like New York and Chicago, you can walk or take a tram. If you don’t have a car here, it’s really hard to move forward.

After Frank finished a walk around, it was already dark.

Frank didn't go back, Pinkman's house had never fired and cooked food. Pinkman kept ordering takeout, either pizza or burgers, so Frank planned to buy something to take back directly.

But Frank drove the car and subconsciously parked in front of a bar. He couldn't help swallowing, feeling his throat dry.

"Just take a sip, go back after drinking..." Frank thought to himself, getting out of the car and walking into the bar.

Frank originally wanted to drink a glass, but as soon as he drank the wine, it turned into a glass after a glass.

"Brother, I haven't met someone as interesting as you for a long time. I admire you as a knowledgeable and cultural person. What university are you from? Forget it, no matter what school he is, drink!" Frank, who was drunk, hugged someone he had just met in the bar, and also a middle-aged uncle.

"I'll treat two more deep water bombs!" The middle-aged uncle who was drinking with Frank was also drunk.

"You...what are you calling..." Frank asked in a big sip and was confused.

"Eric, my name is Eric Shavig!" the middle-aged uncle snuggled in Frank's ear.

"Oh yes, Aishak, no, Aishak, forget it, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, brother, you said you are a doctor of astronomy, do you think there is a paradise in this world?" Frank said.

"Who knows, you have to ask God this." Eric also gulped.

"No one has seen God or something, but I used to feel that those things are lies, but my thoughts have changed recently. What those charlatans say may be true, and there may be heaven..." Frank said.

"Why, have you been to heaven?" Eric asked back.
Chapter completed!