Chapter 12 Wild World
On the street, at the butcher's stall.
There was a white pig lying on the table, and the butcher was holding a knife...
This is the scene of slaughtering pigs, isn't it?
"Oh...it hurts so much...Wine, wine, come on, doctor, give me some more wine."
As the butcher was sawing his thigh, the unfortunate guy lying on the ground kept howling.
"Give him some more wine."
The doctor, who looked like a butcher, spoke to the boy who was carrying a bucket beside him.
After the teenager gave the man a bottle of wine, the pain seemed to ease a lot.
How could alcohol take effect so quickly?
After the butcher sawed off the man's leg and threw it on the ground, he picked up the branding iron directly.
"Ziz..." accompanied by a puff of green smoke, the air around was filled with the smell of meat, but even so, the unfortunate guy did not make a miserable cry, but just drank sips of wine.
This... Zhu Xianhai said in surprise, opening his eyes wide.
"What did he drink?"
Buffett said.
"Duck slices and wine, sir."
"Duck slice wine?"
"Yes, sir, it is the best stuff. Whether it is malaria, fever, or body aches, as long as you feel uncomfortable, take a sip of duck slice wine, it is guaranteed to cure the disease. If it relapses, take two more sips."
Buffett's explanation left Zhu Xianhai dumbfounded.
That, that thing is a piece of wine.
Is there a way to drink it?
In fact, Zhu Xianhai had no idea that in 1860, duck slice wine and coffee coffee could be purchased cheaply from pharmacists, grocery stores, bookstores, and even mobile vendors.
Of course, for ordinary people, duck slice wine is a panacea for all diseases. Whether you are sick or not, take a sip and it is guaranteed to cure the disease. In fact, it only paralyzes the nerves temporarily and relieves the pain.
But in this era when Western medicine is a butcher, what else can they ask for? They can only numb themselves with drugs that cannot cure diseases and can make people sick even if they are not sick.
Staring at the duck slices and wine in the guy's hand, and watching the butcher-like doctor bandage the unfortunate guy's wound with a piece of cloth and wipe the blood off his hands , Zhu Xianhai couldn't help but pray for the unfortunate guy.
If this guy can survive like this, he must be very lucky! How can such a wound not get infected? This is an amputation surgery!
While sighing, the next scene blinded Zhu Xianhai's eyes. He saw that the butcher, uh, he was a doctor, a doctor... The doctor walked forward and shouted loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, you have seen how miraculous the effect of my duck slice wine is. Even during the amputation surgery, Mr. Madan did not feel any pain. Believe me, Dr. Madeleine's duck slice wine is the best in Argentina. If you buy it on the spot, buy two and get one free, buy two and get one free..."
Zhu Xianhai opened his eyes wide in astonishment. The impact he felt was far beyond his understanding. What surprised him even more was that the onlookers immediately surrounded him to buy duck slices and wine. Their enthusiasm was like a supermarket special offer, a big buy.
"Well, sir, my...Huh? You're Oriental!"
Holding a bottle of duck wine in his hand, Dr. Madeleine looked at the tall guy in surprise.
He is actually an Oriental!
"Yes, I am Chinese."
Now Zhu Xianhai has gotten used to this kind of surprise. After all, in South America at that time, Oriental people are really rare.
It’s actually Chinese!
A living Chinese person is standing in front of me!
Although Dr. Madeleine was very surprised, he came to his senses and laughed out loud.
"Haha, you are the first Chinese person I have ever met. This bottle of wine is for you."
What?
You want to harm me, kid?
In the 21st century, you would be executed for selling drugs on the street. But in this era, you can just walk around like that.
Before Zhu Xianhai even had time to refuse, a small bottle of opium was stuffed into his hands.
Looking at the duck slice wine that was forced into his hand, Zhu Xianhai even felt a little dazed. This era is really amazing. It's really wild.
After Zhu Xianhai left, he didn't walk far before he heard someone shouting behind him.
"Gentlemen, do you see? Even the Chinese buy duck wine, Dr. Madeleine's opium wine, the best pressed wine in America from me..."
Oh my god, I am just a tool...these profiteers!
Although Zhu Xianhai was complaining in his heart, countless thoughts flashed through his mind as he looked at the bottle of pressed wine in his hand.
…
"Sir, duck slice wine can't cure any disease."
On the way home, Buffett noticed that Zhu Xianhai seemed to be thinking about something, so he reminded him.
"And it's addictive, which is why doctors are pushing it so hard."
Of course, this is because he is a drug addict!
Those white doctors are really amazing. They do such unscrupulous business.
Zhu Xianhai said with a smile.
"I know."
Nodding, he continued.
"But why do you say they sell this?"
"this?"
Buffett said.
"Of course it's for money. As long as you can make money, there's nothing you can't sell. And his profit is very high."
Obviously, Buffett is also a guy who speaks with integrity.
Does this need any explanation?
1860...the Second Opium War!
Those drug dealers in Britain are willing to start a war just to sell drugs!
Who would refuse the huge profits from drug trafficking?
These white people, in order to make money, can't they see what they are doing against their conscience? Even doctors are like this.
Zhu Xianhai looked at the glass bottle in his hand. It seemed that things were really wild in this day and age.
“But we can’t get into this business at all.”
Buffett asked.
"Sir, all the duck slices are shipped in by the British and Americans. They have been monopolizing this business, and we have no chance to get involved."
Buffett curled his lips and said.
"Why do you think only doctors can make money from it? Because no one else can get involved! The British and Americans only work with doctors, and we can only watch from the sidelines ."
Buffett's tone was full of regret, as if he was troubled by missing out on such a business.
He also wanted to do a profitable business, but the problem was that he had no chance to get involved.
"Um……"
After looking at Buffett, Zhu Xianhai muttered to himself.
“Actually, I discovered a new market?”
"You're not going to do this, are you?"
Buffett wondered.
"this?"
Zhu Xianhai glanced at the bottle in his hand and shook his head.
"Of course not. I am a man of conscience. How could I do such a thing? But I have a better business...drugs!"
