After wearing the book, he was favored by the villains in line

Lou Rongrong figured it out clearly, not long after Feng Zijun spread the news, the crowd in cold clothes couldn't hold back and started to move.

After getting the news, the person in charge of Hanyizhong who is in charge of controlling this batch of drugs, his first reaction was, as Lou Rongrong said, trying to find out who actually made the new batch of goods that entered the market.

But Feng Zijun did everything cleanly, even if the Hanyi people knew that someone was obstructing it, they couldn't trace the real source of the goods.

After all, normally speaking, such a batch of medicines, from raw materials to finished products, must have a complete production line, and there must be traces of both the site and manpower.

But Lou Rongrong is a prop brought directly from the system, and it is the final product directly, and it is like a continuous cornucopia, except for the step of sending it to distribution, there is really no trace to follow.

Under heavy pressure from downstream distributors and internal parties, Hanyizhong had no choice but to pass the news upwards.

So on a certain afternoon, a fresh fish peddler was hawking on the street, and a servant girl from a wealthy family dressed in ordinary clothes passed by. Seeing the freshness of the fish, Dang even paid for two, brought them back to the mansion and handed them over. Give the chef a stew.

After the maid left, the chef in charge cut open the belly of the fish, took out a small piece of thin bamboo tube, and stuffed it into the vegetable box beside him naturally.

The vegetable box passed through the hands of several unsuspecting people, and finally got into the hands of a young man in blue shirt.

The man took out the sealed thin bamboo tube from the dark compartment under the vegetable box, and after opening it, he only glanced at it, and when his expression changed, he didn't even have time to eat the food, and hurried to a place where the veils were whirling, as if in awe. Outside the Accord of the Immortal Residence.

When he was about to reach the Accord, the man unconsciously slowed down, and his face became more respectful. Even though he was burning with anxiety, he still bowed his head and saluted as usual:

"Son."

Behind the veil, a figure in white was leaning vaguely on the beauty's couch, holding a white pawn in one hand, hanging in the air for a while without making a pawn, as if hesitating where to put the pawn next.

The young man was anxious, but he didn't dare to interrupt the other party at all, so he had to maintain the posture of saluting, waiting for the other party's response.

A gust of wind blew by almost inaudibly, and the veil fluttered like a girl in a white skirt, but the figure behind the veil seemed to have suffered some irresistible damage, and suddenly covered her lips and leaned over to cough violently.

The white pieces held by the fingertips also lost their strength and fell, rolling several times on the board, finally stopped at a place surrounded by black pieces, and the black pieces only needed to drop one more piece to seal off a large area of ​​white pieces.

The young man's expression changed, he didn't care about any etiquette, he quickly lifted the veil and rushed to the man in white, supported his body, and said anxiously:

"Young Master? Young Master! Didn't you just take the medicine yesterday? Why is it... the divine doctor again today? You guys! Hurry up and call the divine doctor!"

Several maids holding fans and delivering tea at the four corners of the Accord heard this, and hurriedly went to find someone. At this moment, the figure in white in the arms of the young man reluctantly raised his hand to stop their movements:

"No need."

The young man was quite distressed and said:

"Son!"

The figure in his arms finally stopped coughing violently, barely stood up again, and on the white handkerchief covering his lips in his hand, bright red blood was clearly visible.

However, whether it was the young man in blue shirt or the maidservants, they were all familiar with it at this moment.

Wearing a white embroidered bluegrass cross-neck shirt, the man called "Young Master" raised his head, his long hair was only tied up with a blue headband, because of the violent cough just now, he broke free a little, and it scattered messily on his cheeks , thin lips and straight nose, brows and eyes like eyebrows, skin is almost transparent and white, it is amazing that even women can't compare.

Coupled with the bright red blood on the lips and the fragility of the whole body, it made people's breathing stagnate, and I couldn't help worrying about it.

The man in the blue shirt who was supporting him was in a daze for a moment, and couldn't help sighing in his heart, his son's face really inherited his wife's great beauty, no matter how many times he saw it, people couldn't help but admire him, and even ... pity.

However, the first reaction of the young master in his arms was not to look for a doctor, nor to ask him why he came, but to look straight at the black and white chessboard in front of him, and suddenly opened his mouth, with a soft tone like hysteria, and then With a bit of imperceptible subtlety:

"stupid move……"

The young man trembled in his heart, and hurriedly said:

"Just now, the young master didn't hold the chess piece firmly, how can it be counted?"

As he said that, even if he wanted to reach out to pick up the chess piece for him, he was stopped by the man in white who raised his hand slightly, his eyes fell on the chess piece, and he smiled weakly:

"I don't regret it, how can I pick up the chess pieces that have already fallen on the chessboard?"

The young man paused, and then he heard the person behind him sigh slightly:

"Let me guess, is there something wrong with that batch of medicine?"

The youth bowed his head:

"...Yes, for some reason, a batch of goods that were not sold by us has flowed into the market. The quantity is quite large, and the source cannot be found out. The other party even claimed that the goods were also from the hands of a genius doctor..."

The man in white didn't answer his question directly, but picked up a black piece from the chess basket at the other hand, and dropped it on the board. In an instant, a large number of white pieces, including the white piece just now, were reduced to nothing. For Heizi's captive.

The young man paused and continued:

"The people below said that the goods sold by the other party are almost exactly the same as ours, but the price is [-]% lower. Our next house has already caused a commotion, and the person in charge can't control the situation. I want to ask you, do you want to... also Lower the price or increase the volume, and stabilize the next home first.”

At this time, the man had picked up the white pieces again, glanced at the chess game that had reached the final official stage, and the pieces filled more than half of the chessboard, and said:

"Can't find out why?"

The youth bowed his head:

"Yes, at least in Nanliang, all pharmaceutical materials are basically monopolized by us. If someone buys them in large quantities, we can't be unaware, but..."

He paused, and there was some incomprehensible confusion in his tone:

"No matter from the source of raw materials, or the manpower and place of pharmaceuticals, we can't find any traces. Unless... it's really our own people..."

The man was undecided, but he smiled slightly when he heard the words:

"That's what she wants you to think."

The young man was taken aback:

"what?"

The man in white rolled up his sleeves and raised his eyes, looked at him and said:

"Since it wasn't made in Nanliang, it was brought from another country. Such a simple truth, you have been with me for so many years, but you still haven't been able to figure it out."

After finishing speaking, regardless of the young man's reaction, he lowered his head and finally landed this piece on the chessboard:

"Before, I wondered why the princess of Daqing was indispensable every time in this defeat, but now it is clear."