Street, meat case.
There is a white pig lying on the case, and the butcher is holding a knife...
Isn't this just a scene of killing a pig?
"Ah...it hurts me to death...wine, wine, hurry up, doctor, give me some more wine."
While the butcher was cutting the thigh with a saw, the unlucky man lying on the ground kept howling.
"Give him some more wine."
The doctor, who looked like a butcher, said to the boy carrying the bucket beside him.
After the boy gave the man a bottle of wine, the pain seemed to ease a lot.
The effect of alcohol can be so fast?
After the butcher sawed off the man's legs and threw them to the ground, he directly picked up the soldering iron.
"Here..." Accompanied by a burst of green smoke, the surrounding area was filled with the aroma of meat, but even so, the unlucky man did not let out a miserable cry, but just drank sips of wine.
This...opening his eyes, Zhu Xianhai said in surprise.
"What was he drinking?"
Buffett said.
"Duck wine, sir."
"Duck fillet wine?"
"Yes, sir, that's the best thing. Whether it's malaria, fever, or body aches, as long as you feel uncomfortable, take a sip of duck wine and you're guaranteed to be cured by the medicine. If it relapses, then
Just two more bites."
Buffett's explanation made Zhu Xianhai dumbfounded.
Well, that thing is a piece of wine.
Is there anything to drink like this?
In fact, Zhu Xianhai had no idea that in 1860, duck wine and maple wine could be purchased cheaply from pharmacists, grocery stores, bookstores, or even mobile vendors, and were prepared from duck wine or maple wine.
The "duck slice wine".
Of course, for ordinary people, duck slice wine is still a panacea that can cure all diseases. If you are sick or not, take a sip to ensure that "the medicine will cure the disease". In fact, it just temporarily paralyzes the nerves and relieves the pain.
But in this era where Western medicine is the butcher, what else can they ask for? They can only rely on drugs that cannot be cured if they are sick, but they can drink drugs that cause diseases if they are not sick to numb themselves.
Staring at the duck slices and wine in the guy's hand, watching the doctor who looked like a butcher bandaging the unlucky guy's wound with a piece of cloth, and wiping the blood on his hands on his apron, Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but pray for the unlucky guy.
If this guy can survive like this, how lucky he is! Can such a wound not be infected? This is an amputation!
After sighing, the next scene blinded Zhu Xianhai. He saw the butcher, uh, he was a doctor, a doctor... The doctor walked forward and shouted loudly.
"Gentlemen and ladies, you have seen how miraculous the effects of my duck wine are. Even during the amputation surgery, Mr. Madan did not feel any pain. Believe me, Dr. Madeleine's duck wine is completely effective."
The best duck wine in Argentina, if you buy it on site, buy two get one free, buy two get one free..."
Opening his eyes in astonishment, Zhu Xianhai felt the impact far beyond his scope of understanding. What surprised him even more was that the passers-by who were watching immediately gathered around to buy duck wine, with such enthusiasm that it was like
Supermarket specials, like a big rush sale.
"Well, sir, my...eh? You are an Oriental!"
Holding a bottle of duck wine in his hand, Dr. Madeleine looked at this tall guy in surprise.
He is actually an Oriental!
"Yes, I am Chinese."
Now Zhu Xianhai has adapted to this kind of surprise. After all, in South America at this time, Orientals are really rare.
He's actually Chinese!
A living Chinese person stood in front of me!
Although Dr. Madeleine was very surprised, he came to his senses and laughed quickly.
"Haha, you are the first Chinese I have met. This bottle of wine is given to you."
What?
You kid wants to harm me, right?
In the 21st century, your crime of selling drugs on the street would have been punishable by shooting. But in this era, you can just show off like this.
Before Zhu Xianhai could even refuse, a small bottle of opium wine was thrust into his hand.
Looking at the duck wine that was forced into his hand, Zhu Xianhai even felt a little dazed. These years are so magical. They are so wild.
After Zhu Xianhai left, he didn't go far when he heard someone shouting behind him.
"Gentlemen, have you seen it? Even the Chinese buy duck wine from me, Dr. Madeleine's opium wine, the best tablet wine in America..."
I went and found out that I was actually a tool...these profiteers!
Although Zhu Xianhai was complaining in his heart, looking at the bottle of tablet wine in his hand, countless thoughts were flashing in his mind.
…
"Sir, duck wine cannot cure the disease at all."
On the way home, I noticed that Zhu Xianhai seemed to be thinking about something. Buffett specifically reminded him.
"And it's also addictive. That's why doctors work hard to promote it."
Of course, this is because he is a drug!
Those white-skinned doctors are really amazing, and they do such unscrupulous business.
Zhu Xianhai said with a smile.
"I know."
He nodded and 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 you sell? Besides, his profits are very high."
Obviously Buffett is also a straight-talking guy.
Does this need explanation?
1860...The Second Opium War!
Those drug dealers in Britain are willing to start a war in order to sell drugs!
Who would refuse the huge profits from drug trafficking?
These white-skinned people, in order to make money, can't see any unscrupulous things? Even doctors are like this.
Zhu Xianhai looked at the glass bottle in his hand. It seems that these days are really wild.
"But we can't get into this business at all."
Buffett asked.
"Sir, all the duck fillets are shipped from the British and Americans. They have always monopolized this business, and we have no chance to interfere."
Buffett curled his lips and said.
"Otherwise, why do you think only those doctors can make money from it? Because no one else can get involved! The British and Americans only cooperate with doctors, and we can only watch from the sidelines."
Buffett's tone was full of regret, as if he was worried about missing out on such a business.
He also wants to start a profitable business! 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?"
"Is this what you want to do?"
Buffett wondered.
"this?"
Zhu Xianhai looked at the bottle in his hand, shook his head and said.
"Of course it's not this. I'm a conscientious person. How could I do such a thing? But I have a better business..."
This chapter has been completed!