Is It Reasonable For Me To Hang A Dragon With A Slime?

Chen Shu was bored waiting for the end of school. He had already mastered the high school knowledge completely.

Ding ding ding!

When the school bell rang, Chen Shu walked out of the classroom immediately and came to the door of the regular class.

"Fatty Zhou!"

"Brother Pi!" Zhou Xiaoming ran over excitedly, "I saw Zheng Yi's miserable state, Brother Pi's work efficiency is high."

"Of course, I'll go to your house tonight, I want to talk about business." Chen Shu rubbed his hands.

He unlocked the size potion again. Raw materials are needed to refine it. Unlike the vigorous potion, the output of the size potion is only two to four bottles.

If he went to the 666 liquid medicine company to refine it, he would get very little profit, not to mention it was too high-profile.

It is already a bit shocking for a high school student to be able to refine two potions proficiently.

"Tonight?" Zhou Xiaoming looked startled, "Is it too early to see my parents so soon?"

"Huh?" The corner of Chen Shu's mouth twitched, "Are you looking for a fight? Talk to me carefully."

"No... Brother Pi, I mean I haven't told my parents yet." Zhou Xiaoming said with a smile, "And we have evening self-study tonight."

Chen Shu directly pulled Zhou Xiaoming out of the school gate, "It's okay, I'll let Zhang Dali tutor you tomorrow."

Zhou Xiaoming: "..."

Let Zhang Dali come to tutor? Can you stop making trouble? I don't want to be the last one in my grade!

The two went to Zhou Xiaoming's shop, and it turned out to be easier than Chen Shu imagined.

Although he does not have a pharmacist certificate, Zhou Xiaoming's parents agreed to keep the designated different-dimensional materials for him under the money offensive, but the price will be 10%-20% higher than the market price.

The two hit it off immediately, and Zhou Xiaoming's shop was willing to sell medicinal materials as long as Chen Shu could come up with the money.

It's a pity that Zhou Xiaoming's material shop doesn't sell medicines, so naturally they won't buy his medicines.

The next day, Chen Shu didn't go to school as usual, but went directly to the 666 liquid medicine company.

Now that he has fully mastered the knowledge of beast control in high school, there is no need to review the knowledge in books.

As a beast master student, it is reasonable to study outside the school, right?

He came to the pharmacy department of the medicinal liquid company quietly, and the rest of the people turned a blind eye to him.

The company did not publicize him with much fanfare. After all, Chen Shu does not have a pharmacist certificate. If it is exposed, he may be fired.

"Master Chen, why are you here today?" Assistant Xiao Mao asked in surprise.

"Well, I'll come here sometime, Dalihua has reservations, right?" Chen Shu said.

"There are fourteen flowers now, do I need to get all of them?"

"Well, take them all." Chen Shu nodded.

Although the company said that there were three Dali flowers available every day, but he didn't come, so naturally it was impossible to keep all of them for him, otherwise the Dali potion would be out of stock.

The medicines of 666 Medicine Liquid Company are sold to major shops, so the supply is naturally in short supply.

One day passed, and Chen Shu used up all fourteen Dalihua.

Among them, six vigorous flowers are equipped with low-grade vigorous potions, and there are seventy-eight bottles.

According to the contract, one Dalihua requires five bottles of Dalihua to the company, and 14 Dalihua means 70 bottles.

The other eight vigorous flowers were all equipped with medium-grade vigorous potions, and were collected by Chen Shu into the system space.

With such a crazy speed of refining medicine, the assistant Xiao Mao was no stranger to it, and put 70 bottles of powerful medicine into the warehouse.

In the evening, Chen Shu left the company and went straight to the black market.

He needs to sell the potion, and then go to Zhou Xiaoming's shop to buy medicinal materials and refine a new body shape potion.

Now there are fifty-two bottles of medium-grade vigorous medicine in his system space,

Among them, fourteen bottles were swallowed by the golden slime, and its body became resistant again, and could no longer swallow the middle-grade powerful potion.

Chen Shu came to both sides of the street in the black market, found a vacant place, and began to place his own potions.

"Take a look, take a look! Freshly baked medium-grade potion!"

Chen Shu set up a street stall in the black market and started yelling loudly.

"Absolutely authentic! If you fake it, you will pay ten!"

Although his voice was loud, there were very few people who came, and those who passed by looked at him with contempt.

Damn, I am a dignified three-good student, but I was treated as a liar?

"Young man, your deception is too clumsy." The owner of the stall next door said.

"I'm really strong potion." Chen Shu's mouth twitched, and he explained helplessly.

"Who will believe that you pay ten for one fake? Will you give eleven bottles directly?" the man continued.

Chen Shu turned his head to look at that person, and suddenly remembered: "Aren't you the one who sells mud?"

The first time Chen Shu and Zhang Dali came to the black market, Zhang Dali bought a piece of mud for ten yuan.

"What is mud! That's the earth dragon king's beast core!"

The boss explained seriously, "Do you want to learn some skills from me?"

"Skills? What skills?"

"Of course it's a black market stall technique, I guarantee you a daily income of 3,000!"

As soon as the words fell, the boss took out an old book, on which was written 'Black Market Deception Collection (Collector's Edition)'!

"Ah..." The corner of Chen Shu's mouth twitched slightly.

Dare to be more outrageous!

They've already published a book, so why is it a collector's edition? ?

"Put it down, I'm a genuine product, and I'm different from you liars."

"Not bad, not bad." The boss nodded, "Although your tricks are bad, your acting skills are good."

"..." Chen Shu was speechless.

Suddenly he thought of something and said, "Dare to ask the boss what's his name?"

"Call me Old Wang, everyone calls me that."

"Okay, Brother Wang, I want to ask you to help me with a favor." Chen Shu said.

"I'm Lao Wang, not Lao Wangba..." The stall owner was speechless.

"Okay, Big Brother." Chen Shu nodded, and suddenly said in a low voice, "Can you help me find some people to pretend to be shopping, to gather popularity."

Old Wang shook his head, no longer caring about the other party's address.

"Does this work?" He asked, then rubbed his hands, "It's okay to call someone, but you know that everything needs funds."

"One hundred yuan per person." Chen Shu said grandly, "You just have to call someone, and I'll give you one thousand yuan when it's done."

"Do you have so much money?" Old Wang looked suspicious.

"This is a deposit of 500 yuan, and I will pay you 500 yuan after the matter is completed!" Chen Shu took out 500 yuan directly, "Remember to find more people."

Lao Wang looked happy, and happily put the five hundred yuan into his pocket.

Ten minutes later, Lao Wang brought a group of people to his booth.

Most of them are street stall owners, just ordinary people, and the products they sell are of course fakes.

Although the black market only allows beast masters above level five to enter, it is not difficult for ordinary people to get in.

"Xiao Chen, these people are all elites in the black market! How about it?" Brother Wang asked.

Chen Shu looked at the group of people in front of him and nodded.

The crowd immediately surrounded his booth layer upon layer. There was no need for Chen Shu's training at all. This group of veterans naturally knew what to do.

"Mid-grade Dali Potion, I want a bottle!"

"Give me a bottle! Give me a bottle, I made a special trip from downtown!"

"Boss, I want five bottles, wrap them up for me!"

Everyone's acting skills are perfect, completely at the level of movie kings, and they can't find any flaws at all. They are indeed old fritters who have been on the black market.

The only problem is, what the hell are you paying for!

"Nimma, it's fine to put on a show, but it's too fake." Chen Shu put his hands on his forehead, feeling a pain in his head.

In fact, it's not because everyone doesn't pay, but because their pockets are much cleaner than their faces.

Who has the money to pawn it?