Chapter 41 There is always an irreconcilable conflict between the Pharmacists Guild and the drug dealers
The next day, Mo Cheng changed into a wizard robe and put on a hood. He also found a long golden wig , put on contact lenses, and colored his eyebrows.
He left Albert's House alone, carrying a basket filled with dozens of small bottles of healing ointments that he had asked the children to help pack last night, and covering it with hay.
Mo Cheng did not choose the nearest store, but walked towards the magic area. The structure of Fairhaven is very interesting. The center is naturally the palace area. It is said that there is a center that controls the entire city.
Next is the aristocratic area as the second ring to protect the royal palace, and then comes the rich area and magic shops that divide the third ring in half. The third ring where magic shops gather is also commonly known as the [Magic District].
Walking all the way, Mo Cheng's dragon bloodline gave him strength that made him tireless at all. He found a pharmacy with a pretty good decoration and appearance and walked in.
Seeing Mo Cheng coming in, a pharmacy clerk came up to him with a smile on his face, "Sir, how can I help you?"
Mo Cheng first observed the potions displayed outside. As expected, most of them were minor healing potions, or what players called "money-sucking garbage."
The effects of this watered-down healing potion are limited to disinfection and accelerating the formation of scabs on wounds. For players, its function is equivalent to that of red potion. Ten golden griffins are used to buy a bottle of red potion that can only be used less than twice. Anyone would want to trick the merchant.
Mo Cheng nodded gently: "In addition to selling medicines, do you also buy medicines here?"
The pharmacy clerk was stunned for a moment: "Sir, are you planning to sell medicine in our store?"
"Yes."
Mo Cheng took out a small jar of less effective healing ointment from the basket: "I have a newly developed hemostatic ointment here. I would like to ask your pharmacist to identify it. If you are willing to buy it, you can also ask him to estimate the price."
"But..." The pharmacy clerk hesitated and said, "Our store has a team of pharmacists who work with us, so we generally don't purchase individual medicines..."
The pharmacy actually didn't cooperate with the casual people. I didn't expect this level. Mo Cheng frowned and said, "Okay, then excuse me."
After leaving the pharmacy, Mo Cheng tried a few more pharmacies, but the answers he got were all that they had a dedicated team of pharmacists and would not accept individual medicines.
"So what happened back then? I remember that pharmacies at that time were happy to buy homemade potions from individual people."
An accident occurred at the first step. Mo Cheng scratched his head in distress. He vaguely remembered that the pharmacy took over the individual potions after the minimally effective healing potions were driven out of the market, but he did not know the details of the events.
You can't expect a SKIP player to understand the livelihood and economic issues in the game.
"Well, it's still several years since the players first logged in, so I guess it's something that happened during those years."
Realizing that the first thing he had to face if he wanted to sell medicine was the mature rules that had established a chain of interests, Mo Cheng couldn't help but start thinking about whether he should step back and find an agent to sell it.
A pharmacy that is suppressed in the industry, receives few medicines from its pharmacist team, and has few customers. Although there are few pharmacies that meet this condition, it is impossible that there are absolutely no pharmacies.
But in that case, he would have to spend a lot of time to do the investigation. Investigate the store, investigate the character and qualifications of the store owner. After all, Mo Cheng wanted to find someone to make money. He didn't want to find a fool to lose all his medicine, nor did he want to find a greedy person who used all kinds of excuses to take his share.
While he was thinking, a sarcastic voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts: "Are you the one selling potions everywhere?"
Mo Cheng turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a white robe with a pharmacist's emblem of a staff with two snakes entwined in the middle on his chest. He and several followers were looking at him arrogantly.
"May I ask who you are?"
"You don't even know Mr. Tate Herman, the manager of the [Pharmacist Guild], and you dare to sell potions in the magic district?!"
The followers beside Hermann were scolding him as if they were relying on their master, which immediately left a very bad impression on Mo Cheng.
"so?"
Mr. Herman waved his hand, and the followers behind him stopped talking immediately. He glanced at Mo Cheng from top to bottom, focusing on several places where badges could be worn, and the basket that Mo Cheng was carrying.
After not seeing any badges, Mr. Herman raised his head slightly, pointed his chin at Mo Cheng and said, "In order to ensure that the medicines circulating in the market meet the standards of the Pharmacist Guild, all medicines sold in Fairhaven must be made by people who hold a Pharmacist Guild certificate and sold at the Guild's guidance price."
"Excuse me, do you have a certificate from the Pharmacists Guild?"
"No." Mo Cheng shook his head, "I just found out about this today."
"Then, this batch of medicines of unknown origin has now been confiscated by the Pharmacist Guild." Herman pointed at Mo Cheng's basket, his eyes becoming even more arrogant. "And you, you need to go with us to the Pharmacist Guild and explain how you pretended to be a pharmacist and sold fake medicines."
After a pause, Herman added: "We will give you a fair trial."
[Fake] pharmacist, selling [fake medicine], [confiscated] medicine, brought back to the Pharmacists Guild [for explanation], and they will also give him a [fair trial].
It would be strange if Mo Cheng couldn't understand the meaning behind these words. Coincidentally, he just remembered what the Pharmacist Guild was.
In a nutshell, the low-effect garbage potion on the market that costs ten gold coins for a small bottle and can be used less than twice is just disgusting stuff made by the Pharmacist Guild.
Not to mention how many players had been cheated by the minor healing potion in [Foreign Land], not to mention that the ointment in his hand was his source of funds for a period of time in the future. Confiscating the ointment was equivalent to destroying his income.
The new and old grudges added together were enough to make Mo Cheng not give him any good face.
"I'm sorry, but I've never heard of a pharmacist's certificate, let alone the power of the Pharmacists' Guild to arrest people on the street. You'd better ask the patrol to prove that I'm selling fake medicine."
Mo Cheng sneered and said with a double meaning, "After all, there are too many scammers who work together to sell fake medicine here. I can't tell them apart."
Herman finally stopped looking at people with his chin. He stared at Mo Cheng with his dead fish eyes, and said threateningly, "It doesn't matter if young people don't know the rules, but since you have come to the Fairhaven Magic District, you must abide by our rules. Otherwise, if there is a conflict, it will be bad for everyone, right?"
“Idiot!”
Not wanting to pay any attention to this guy, Mo Cheng turned around and left. If there weren't law enforcement teams patrolling the magic area from time to time, fighting would have been a waste of time, and Mo Cheng would have rushed up to give Hermann a series of punches on the spot.
