Selling Medicine

The next day, when Wang Yan woke up, the sun was already streaming through the windows.

Liu Sihui had long since finished preparing breakfast and walked in to wake Wang Yan up.

"Get up and eat. I bought you some toiletries."

Looking at Liu Sihui before him, Wang Yan couldn't help but recall the scenery from last night. Combined with the morning hour, he felt a surge of restless desire.

"Where is Tiantian?" Wang Yan asked.

"After breakfast, my mom took her out for a stroll."

Hearing this, Wang Yan didn't say a word; he simply sat up and pulled Liu Sihui into the covers with a startled "Ah!" from her. Mostly, it was because he had been drinking yesterday and his memory wasn't very clear, so Wang Yan decided he needed a review session.

Twenty minutes later, Wang Yan finished washing up and sat at the dining table, clutching his lower back as he ate breakfast.

Looking at Liu Sihui, whose face still bore the lingering flush of their encounter, Wang Yan sighed inwardly: "It really is only the exhausted ox that fails to perform. I need to put physical fitness on the agenda." He made up his mind to exercise and improve his constitution. Quality and quantity, extending the duration.

After a moment of thought, Wang Yan said to Liu Sihui, "I understand your thoughts."

Seeing Liu Sihui open her mouth to speak, Wang Yan continued, "You don't need to overthink it. I don't mean anything else by it."

"Since things are the way they are now, let's not be just a fleeting fling. Let's just live together."

"As for me, I'm a bachelor, and I've grown quite fond of little Tiantian."

"You should quit that job of yours. You know that I don't lack money from flipping these goods; I don't need that little bit you make. What do you think?"

Wang Yan asked very straightforwardly.

Liu Sihui looked at Wang Yan for a while, her expression complex, but she opened her mouth and said nothing.

Seeing her silence, Wang Yan continued, "Then it's settled."

"Be as discreet as possible when selling the medicine. You can sell less; the most important thing is safety."

"Also, only take cash when collecting payment," Wang Yan instructed.

Liu Sihui nodded to show she understood.

Seeing her expression relax significantly, Wang Yan figured she had mostly come to terms with it. "Alright, eat your breakfast."

The two chatted idly while they ate.

After the meal, Wang Yan tidied up and prepared to go study English.

Just then, Liu Sihui's mother opened the door and walked in with Tiantian.

Seeing Wang Yan, Liu Sihui's mother didn't say anything. She knew her daughter's situation and only lamented her daughter's hard life.

Wang Yan greeted her, coaxed Tiantian for a bit, and after a word with Liu Sihui, he left.

As for the whispers between the mother and daughter, that was none of Wang Yan's business.

Wang Yan's current learning speed hadn't reached a superhuman level, but it was still very fast. The system binding itself had increased his mental capacity, and Wang Yan had added three more points, making his mental strength thirty percent higher than the average person.

This meant Wang Yan's learning speed was 1.3 times that of a normal person. For something like English that required rote memorization, Wang Yan could basically stumble through a conversation in about four months, and the rest would just be continuous accumulation and practice.

As for other things that required personal insight, that was a different matter, but once knowledge accumulated to a certain level, one's ability to grasp new concepts would advance by leaps and bounds through analogy. Therefore, having a strong mind was basically like using a cheat code.

While Wang Yan was studying English, Liu Sihui also began contacting people.

Liu Sihui screened everyone she thought was reliable, contacting them privately online or by phone, and sold over twenty bottles in a single day.

When Wang Yan returned in the evening and saw the stacks of cash, he was shocked. Even in reality, he had never possessed this much money of his own.

After calculating carefully, selling all 150 bottles would net a profit of 675,000 yuan.

Come to think of it, Wang Yan's costs were much lower than Cheng Yong's. Our old Wang had a spatial dimension, after all; no middlemen to skim off the top.

He hadn't realized it until he calculated it, but the result was startling. Wang Yan couldn't help but sigh: "This damn criminal code really is a manual for getting rich."

To show his appreciation for Comrade Liu Sihui's outstanding work performance, Wang Yan gave her a heavy reward that night, nearly breaking his old waist.

Reflecting on this, the next day Wang Yan found a place that taught Sanda and mixed Fighting, which would allow him to train his combat skills while improving his physical constitution.

Time always flies; in the blink of an eye, half a month had passed, and Liu Sihui had steadily sold all 150 bottles.

Looking at the more than 600,000 in cash before her, Liu Sihui said, "If it weren't for the fact that I have to judge the character of the patients, I could have sold them even faster. Even so, there are many people who want to buy but can't."

Liu Sihui was indeed a talent. She had devised a mutual guarantee system where one person needed five others to vouch for them before they could buy the medicine. With this operation, not a single whisper of news had leaked out. The patients felt deeply helpless about the domestic drug prices, and many had already given up on treatment, waiting to die. Now that a medicine with the same efficacy but a much lower price had appeared, it was like rain after a long drought. They guarded it tightly; if word got out, everyone would just be waiting for death.

Wang Yan understood that this method was feasible in the short term, but it would be difficult in the long run. They were all human, after all; how could it be foolproof?

But the short term was enough. In a month or two, Wang Yan would hand it over to others to manage.

"Take this money first. Find a good school and let Tiantian start her education. It's not a solution to keep going like this; it's not good for her to be so isolated." Wang Yan took out ten stacks of cash and handed them to Liu Sihui.

Seeing that Wang Yan thought of her daughter the moment he made money, Liu Sihui was deeply moved. That night, she specifically pulled out a few new tricks to reward Comrade Old Wang.

The next day, he had originally intended to get up early. He had maintained himself well over the past half-month, and the fatigue period had basically passed. However, the enemy's firepower was too intense, and it was another day of clutching his waist.

"Go look for a school for Tiantian today. Consider every aspect; after all, Tiantian's situation is special," Wang Yan instructed.

"I'm going to India to get some more medicine."

Leaving Liu Sihui's place, Wang Yan first went to the home of Wang Jia and Lü Shouyi, visited the child for a while, exchanged some idle chatter, left 100,000 for Wang Jia to buy supplements, and after giving some instructions, he headed to the airport to buy a ticket straight to India.

Some time later, having arrived in India, Wang Yan called the driver and part-time translator from last time and headed straight for the pharmaceutical company.

After catching up with the boss and exchanging some small talk, Wang Yan realized that despite his slight improvement in English over the past half-month, he still couldn't understand a word the man was saying. Once the chatter died down, Wang Yan stated the purpose of his visit.

The boss was delighted to hear that Wang Yan had sold all those drugs in just half a month; where there is a market, there is money to be made.

He signed the contract with Wang Yan quite happily and promised to help keep things confidential. Naturally, as long as there is money to be made, confidentiality is guaranteed.

Following this, Wang Yan bought several hundred more bottles and requested that the packaging be removed. This wasn't difficult, and the volume wasn't large, so the India boss agreed without a second thought.

Bidding farewell amidst the India boss's eager laughter, Wang Yan took a taxi back to the airport hotel as usual.

The next day, he stored the medicine in his space and boarded the plane back to Shanghai.

Upon returning to Shanghai, Liu Sihui had already finished making most of her contacts over the past two days, so Wang Yan handed the medicine over to her, and a portion was distributed immediately.

That evening, the family of three ate together. Today was Liu Tiantian's first day of school, and she was clearly having a blast, acting incredibly happy. They chatted and laughed throughout the meal, and her noticeably more cheerful demeanor put both Wang Yan and Liu Sihui at ease.

Over the next two months or so, Wang Yan made several more trips to India.

The patient group organized by Liu Sihui was kept within a controlled range, ensuring a very high level of confidentiality. Wang Yan didn't want to expand any further, mostly because his storage space wouldn't be able to hold any more.

Looking at the millions in cash at home now, Wang Yan didn't feel much of anything anymore.

During this period, Wang Yan opened a stock trading account, but he only deposited one hundred thousand; he didn't dare deposit more, as all this money was currently "black" money and had to be laundered bit by bit.

Following various pieces of information from his memories, he had earned fifty thousand so far. Wang Yan was quite content; he knew nothing about stocks, but by operating and learning at the same time, combined with his foresight, he knew success was just around the corner.

Wang Yan opened a clothing factory called Hushi Tianhui—"Tianhui" was a portmanteau of Liu Tiantian's "Tian" and Liu Sihui's "Hui"—and put Liu Sihui in charge. He also started a logistics company called Cao Cao and brought in his brother-in-law, Lü Shouyi, to manage it.

Both companies primarily hired family members of patients; the men went into logistics, and the women into the clothing factory. With the intention of helping them out, he set their wages quite high.

As startups, both companies were small-scale, but with the money from selling the medicine backing them, there were no major issues. It also made it convenient for Wang Yan to bring that money out into the open, killing several birds with one stone.

Of course, Wang Yan did not neglect his studies or physical training. More than two months had passed, and counting the time since he arrived in this world, it had been nearly four months; his progress was evident. He pulled up the system panel.

Wang Yan

Attributes: Strength 7

Agility 7

Physique 8

Spirit 13

Unallocated Points: 0

Storage Space: 1m³

Skills: English LV1

Fighting LV0

...omitting a pile of level-zero skills.

During this time, through exercise, Wang Yan had gone from a height of 183cm and a weight of 140 jin to his current weight of 145 jin. His physique and strength had each increased by one point; after all, his previous physical condition hadn't been great, though he was still nothing special now.

In fact, Wang Yan hadn't spent a massive amount of time exercising. If he had devoted himself entirely to training like a madman, his physique should have been able to increase a bit more during this period.

Another thing was that when Wang Yan reached the entry level in English, a skill list appeared on the panel, listing countless skills, both large and small. Currently, the only way Wang Yan knew to improve his skills was to study and practice. Just like with English, through more than three months of study, he had reached the entry level and could already stumble through conversations with people. Its appearance felt more like an affirmation of his past twenty-plus years of a wasted life, telling him, "You're nothing, have some self-awareness."

What Wang Yan couldn't get over was that the system rated his sales skill—the very thing he relied on for a living—as 0, indicating he hadn't even reached the entry level. This was a complete negation of Wang Yan. He knew many brothers in his company who sometimes went months without a salary, yet he had managed to scrape by. He figured this was another point the system wanted to make: "You're just a lucky dog who stumbled into good fortune."

"You son-of-a-bitch system, just say what you have to say instead of beating around the bush to insult me." Wang Yan was speechless at the system's antics.

Overall, Wang Yan had spent this time feeling incredibly fulfilled, aside from researching "life sciences" with Liu Sihui to vent his increasingly vigorous energy.

The rest of his time was spent exercising, learning fighting, and studying other knowledge—strengthening his body and cultivating his mind. Occasionally, he would handle some company matters.

Wang Yan knew his own situation best. Those countless zeros in the skill column were a constant reminder: he could not stop learning; he had to keep moving forward.

Wang Yan arrived at the end of July, and now it was almost mid-November.

This day, while Wang Yan was training at the martial arts gym, he received a call from the India boss, saying that a Chinese man named Cheng Yong had come to see him to buy Gleevec.

Hanging up the phone, Wang Yan mused that the India boss was actually quite principled.

Sure enough, what is meant to come will come, and what is meant to go cannot be held back.

Because of Wang Yan's arrival, Lü Shouyi hadn't gone to find Cheng Yong.

But if there is no Butcher Zhang, there is always a Butcher Li. Likewise, if there is no Lü Shouyi, there is a Zhang Shouyi.

After thinking for a while, Wang Yan decided to give the agency rights to Cheng Yong.

So much time had passed, and Wang Yan had sold quite a lot. Novartis must have noticed by now; anyone with a brain would know there was a problem when sales dropped.

It was only because Liu Sihui was truly capable that they hadn't been exposed for so long, but he knew it wouldn't be long before they couldn't hide it anymore.

Originally, Wang Yan hadn't planned on pushing Cheng Yong to the forefront, but since Cheng Yong had stepped up on his own, he would just let the plot follow its course.