Miraculous Pills

Zhang Yang was being a bit shameless. He had used their medicinal ingredients and their staff to make the pills, then charged them for the result. Even Jiao Long looked down on him for it.

But Zhang Yang was a businessman. Besides, if they hadn't wanted to pay, they didn't have to come!

That shameless line of reasoning suddenly made even Zhang Yang feel sick. He hurriedly rolled down the car window and leaned out to retch.

Nothing came up. With a ten-million-yuan check in his hand, Zhang Yang had clearly found another way to make money.

"Boss, do those pills really work?"

Anyone could see that Zhang Yang wasn't drunk. That wine simply couldn't get him drunk, and Jiao Long, who was always at his side, knew it better than most.

"Of course. At the very least, they won't hurt anyone."

Zhang Yang looked out the window. Nightlife was beginning in Gong City, and lights, shop signs, and billboards flickered everywhere, making the city look all the more dazzling.

Not long ago, this bustling city had had nothing to do with Zhang Yang. It had seemed close enough to touch, yet remained beyond his reach. None of it had belonged to him.

But in just a few months, Zhang Yang had gained so much, with more still to come.

"Boss..."

Though Zhang Yang had taken Jiao Long on as his bodyguard and part-time driver, he had never brought up wages. Jiao Long wasn't worried. Given Zhang Yang's income, his own pay could hardly be low. He had also just learned that even the employees at Zhang Yang's company earned over a million yuan a year.

Even so, Jiao Long had yet to receive a paycheck. He hadn't mentioned it, and neither had Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang knew he wouldn't