Miraculous Pills

Zhang Yang was being a little shameless. He had used someone else's medicinal herbs and workers to make the pills, then charged them for the finished product. Even Jiao Long looked down on him for it.

But Zhang Yang was a businessman. Besides, if they hadn't wanted to pay, they could have refused.

His own shamelessness suddenly made Zhang Yang feel sick. He hurriedly rolled down the window and leaned out to vomit.

He only retched; nothing came up. Holding a check for ten million, Zhang Yang knew he had found another way to make money.

"Boss, do those pills really work?"

Anyone could see Zhang Yang wasn't drunk. That wine couldn't get him drunk in the first place, and Jiao Long, who was often at his side, knew it.

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

Zhang Yang gazed out the window. Gong City's nightlife was just beginning. Lights shone everywhere, while shop signs and billboards flickered, making the city even more beautiful.

Once, 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 belonged to him.

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

"Boss..."

Zhang Yang had hired Jiao Long as a bodyguard and part-time driver, but he had never brought up wages. Jiao Long wasn't worried. Given Zhang Yang's income, his own pay surely wouldn't be low. Besides, he had just learned that even employees at Zhang Yang's company earned over a million a year.

Even so, Jiao Long had yet to receive any wages. He hadn't mentioned it, and neither had Zhang Yang. Zhang Yang knew he wouldn't shortchange him, while Jiao Long felt too embarrassed to