Since Baicaotang Pharmaceutical was officially put into production at the end of December, it has quickly become popular with its affordable prices.

Western medicine in these days is just like that, they are all antibiotics, the effect is average, but the price is extremely high.ωωw..net

Ordinary people can buy cold medicines ranging from dozens to hundreds, not to mention the cost of injections.

But Baicaotang's Chinese patent medicine is like a god descending, giving Zhang's Western medicine a slap in the face, breaking the market monopoly.

It’s unimaginable that a pack of ordinary cold medicine only costs two yuan. The total cost for an ordinary person’s minor illness is less than ten yuan. The price is so low.

For the price of only two yuan, Li Wen still made a net profit of one yuan with tears in his eyes. It's not that he didn't want to earn less, it was just too cheap and no one dared to buy it!

Because of the climate in Xiangdao, people are more likely to catch colds in winter, so every winter is the season for the Zhang family to get rich, just like the Chinese New Year.

But the money earned in January this year was one-tenth less, which the Zhang family cannot tolerate.

Originally, Daqin Medical and the Zhang family of the Chinese Medicine Association, which had been causing a lot of commotion recently, had not paid much attention to it, but as soon as the January sales data came out, the Zhang family immediately regarded Daqin Medical as a thorn in their side.

It’s not the New Year yet, but the newspaper industry in Hong Kong is in full swing. This is because the Western medicine industry, led by the Zhang family, has invested a million Hong Kong dollars in various newspapers to discredit traditional Chinese medicine and Baicaotang, a subsidiary of Daqin Medical.

Of course, Daqin Daily was excluded from this media feast.

The Zhang family is not a fool. Daqin Daily and Daqin Medical are obviously the same family, and he doesn't want his money to go down the drain.

In the next week, newspapers large and small were all talking about it. Either they promoted Western medicine or Western medicine, or they discredited Chinese medicine. Some newspaper colleagues even criticized Li Wen for treating medical care as a trivial matter.

Li Wen didn't give up. Now the combined sales of all Daqin Daily's newspapers and periodicals are close to 200,000 copies a day, and he directly caught some of the most ferocious counterattacks.

It was even disclosed that the price of the same kind of Western medicine in the West was a few tenths of that in the local area, and it was even reported that some families were so evil that they even sold rat poison to soldiers as a life-saving medicine during the Anti-Japanese War.

Daqin Daily's straightforward style of speaking out and reporting directly caused a stir in society, and ordinary people who were already being oppressed stood up one after another.

Many Tianmen saboteurs were ambushed in these parades, and several pharmacies in the Zhang family were directly smashed to pieces.

As long as the parades and troubles did not involve the rule of Gui Lao, they didn't care at all. They just sent people to ask Li Wen for money.

For the sake of the overall situation, Li Wen naturally pinched his nose and admitted it. There was nothing he could do about it. The ghost guy still had the final say here, and there were soldiers from the Ugly Kingdom stationed at the port.

The Zhang family was originally angry with Li Wen, but this time they even smashed their drug store, and the Zhang family was immediately devastated.

Both the black and white groups of the Zhang family went into battle. The white group directly invited Lei Luo to suppress Li Wen. As for the underworld, he directly gave orders to the three underworld groups under him and directly started Daqin Daily and Daqin Medical.

It has been 67 years, and Lei Luo is now a clay Buddha who cannot save himself when crossing the river. His corruption problem has become more and more serious in the past few years. Li Wen is not afraid of him with the Daqin Daily in hand.

Someone sent 200,000 Hong Kong dollars to Gui Lao and asked the Tianmen Dynasty to send a message to Lei Luo to settle the matter directly.

Of course, Li Wen still gave Lei Luo enough face. After all, the slimming camel still had 100 kilograms of bones! He also gave him 200,000 yuan as a gift.

After Bai Dao was settled, Li Wen was no longer afraid of the underworld. On the one hand, he reported directly and used public opinion to defeat the Zhang family.

On the other hand, he went out personally at night to scare the members of these societies to death with bombs, and left warning notes.

Of course, Li Wen's move also angered these three gangs, who sent people to rob and kill Li Wen every night.

Li Wen did not grow up as a vegetarian. His attitude towards these social rubbish is just one word, and that's it.

Li Wen's person was rear-ended by a car and died due to an inexplicable tire blowout. The person who robbed and killed Li Wen at night was shot in the head with a flying needle.

After killing these people, Li Wen directly brought them to the small world to be used as fertilizer. In a week, dozens of people died in these societies, and he was scared.

On this day, the three new bosses of the Zhang family's thug society and hundreds of their younger brothers were in an abandoned factory in the suburbs to discuss giving up the kidnapping of Li Wen.

"Pheasant, more than 20 boys from the Fuxing Club of Zongmen have been missing recently. More than a dozen were killed and injured in car accidents, and only one of the three red flower sticks is left." A middle-aged man with insect tattoos on his arms said with a solemn expression.

"Hua Snake, you are your lucky star! We in Hongxing also lost more than thirty boys, and all the red flower sticks were broken.

Li Wen from Daqin Daily is a bad boy who seems to be untouchable. Could it be that there is a group of killers behind him?" The three-fingered young man at the other end of the table asked doubtfully.

"The same goes for our Solidarity Club. We have more than 40 dead, wounded and missing. Now there are not many clubs that can fight. Several clubs around us are fighting with us every day." The last, younger man sighed.

"Give up! Although the Zhang family has supported us, but we have to work hard, I, Lucky Star, have decided to quit." The middle-aged man who spoke first hesitated and said.

"I'm afraid this is bad! We have just taken over and we don't have much funds. It will be difficult to establish without the support of the Zhang family." The other two people looked embarrassed.

"What I just said is the unanimous decision of the remaining dozen or so elders of our Fuxing family, and I am here to inform you today.

Regardless of whether you do it or not, we have withdrawn anyway, and I will ask someone to send a message to Daqin tomorrow." After the boss of Fuxing Society with tattoos on his arms finished speaking, he stood up and left without waiting for the other two club bosses to reply.

The bosses of the remaining two societies were relatively young. Unwilling to let the society decline without its sponsor, they decided to give it a last try.

The two immediately called the Zhang family to report Fuxing's withdrawal and applied for a sum of funds. Finally, the Zhang family instructed them to annex the Fuxing Club they had just left.

Li Wen stood outside and could hear and see clearly. He got the chance today. Originally, he was going to catch them all in one fell swoop.

But the Fuxing Club's withdrawal just now made him decide to let them go. This was also a propaganda.

After the people from the Fuxing Club left, Li Wen took out more than 20 kilograms of explosives from the small world and threw them into the factory.

"Boom! Boom!"

After an explosion, the factory was reduced to ruins. Li Wen released hundreds of kilograms of gasoline and sprinkled it for final treatment.

Because we were outside the city, it was already twenty minutes before the police and firemen arrived.

An official newspaper published the next day that a boiler exploded due to a natural gas leak in a certain factory. Fortunately, no one was injured or injured.

Two clubs and dozens of gangsters were quietly forgotten by the reports.

The middle-aged boss of the Fuxing Club rushed to the scene of the accident the next day to check. By this time, the original factory had long been turned into a black field, and the ruins had been cleared away.

"Mommy! I'm scared to death. If I had left a little late last night, I would have been turned into ashes like the roast chicken.

Good luck to you Pheasant. Fortunately, you have many brothers, so you can still be the boss.
Chapter completed!