Chen Feihu's coma lasted for two full days, during which ti Zhao Guo'an successfully refreshed everyone's understanding of him.
Before this, everyone thought Zhao Guo'an was very mysterious. He always spoke in riddles, giving off a sense of pretentiousness and inscrutability.
Of course, that's the polite way to put it. To be blunt, it was more like he was a typical con artist.
However, when everyone saw Zhao Guo'an figure out the poison in Chen Feihu's body in a very short ti and successfully concoct the antidote, they realized that this young Chinese dicine practitioner, who seed like a fraud, actually had real skills.
Looking at Chen Feihu, soaking in a bathtub with only his head exposed, Xiao Feng asked, "About when will he wake up?"
"Detoxification takes a process. At this pace, he should be fine tonight," Zhao Guo'an replied while pouring Xiao Feng a cup of tea. "This guy's physical endurance is exceptionally strong. The reason he lasted until we got back is precisely because of this."
Xiao Feng nodded, thinking to himself, if soone practicing Hard Qi Gong has poor physical endurance, that would be surprising, then he picked up the cup beside him and took a sip of water.
The reason for carrying his own tea was that Xiao Feng was utterly disgusted. Even without drinking, just seeing Zhao Guo'an hand him water, a scene would uncontrollably appear before his eyes...
In the scene, a stream of light yellow liquid flowed from the pant leg, wetting a large area underfoot.
If he didn't understand what it ant, it might have been fine, but Xiao Feng had vividly witnessed the scene of Yamada Ichiro and others having diarrhea. If he had to describe it in three words, it would be "eye-scorching," leaving him in tears and unable to look directly!
It must be said, this was one of the few psychological shadows from Xiao Feng's childhood, a mory that could never be erased.
Zhao Guo'an saw that Xiao Feng refused to drink the tea he had poured, but he didn't say anything. He raised his hand to check the ti and said, "Ti to change the dicine."
Xiao Feng got up and walked to the bathroom, pulling out the plug at the bottom of the wooden tub next to Chen Feihu. Pitch-black water imdiately flowed out, and the water level in the tub visibly decreased.
In fact, the dicinal water itself wasn't this color. It was a pale blue, sowhere between fresh water and seawater. The reason the water turned black was still due to the toxins in Chen Feihu's body.
Of course, this was a good sign, at least proving the dicinal water was effective.
After draining the water, Xiao Feng poured the prepared dicinal water into the wooden tub, adjusted the water temperature, clapped his hands and walked out of the bathroom: "Why do I feel like this is so sort of novel's purification process, removing impurities from the body and then suddenly gaining great power or sothing."
"Purification?" Zhao Guo'an snorted: "Where in the world does sothing like that exist? In his case, at most he'll only expel the gunk from his pores and make his skin a little better."
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up imdiately: "Old Zhao, you really are a genius!"
"What sche are you plotting again?" Zhao Guo'an instantly beca wary. Historical experience had shown that whenever this guy gave him this look, whatever happened next could absolutely not be good for him.
"You just said the dicinal water you made can expel the accumulated gunk from pores, right?" Xiao Feng said excitedly, "Do you know how fatally attractive this is to won?
If we mass-produce this stuff and put it on the market, it will be much better than ordinary beauty products. This is real money, pure gold and silver, Old Zhao!"
"You think I haven't thought about this business?" Zhao Guo'an rolled his eyes at Xiao Feng, annoyed: "Not to ntion anything else, do you know how much it costs to concoct this dicinal water? At least a million. What kind of fool would spend a million on this stuff?
And if the cost is a million, you can't sell it at cost price; you'd have to at least double it, right?
Do you think anyone would spend two million on this?"
"Yes!" Xiao Feng nodded earnestly: "There's a saying that quality trumps quantity in custors. Think about it: if we mass-produce it, while costs are diluted, the profit will also inevitably decrease.
The simplest point is, let's say we produce a hundred units a day, what pricing would ensure sales success? How many would we need to sell to recoup the investnt?"
"What exactly are you trying to say?" Zhao Guo'an felt inexplicably flustered, subconsciously tightening his grip on his cane.
"I'm saying sothing very simple." Xiao Feng confidently said: "We don't rely on quantity to win, to put it plainly, we only earn the money of the wealthy. Think about those rich ladies, the stars on screen, are they missing out on a few hundred thousand?
Even if you concoct just one set a day, that's a net profit of a million. How much is that in ten days? Ten million, Old Zhao, that's 30 million a month; calculated like this, you'd earn at least 3 billion a year, reaching the pinnacle of life in minutes."
Zhao Guo'an's facial muscles twitched: "Are you treating like a workhorse? Even if I could make so much dicinal water, where would I find so many fools?
Anti-rape spray, beauty water, do you think I'm a perpetual motion machine that doesn't need rest?"
Xiao Feng thought for a mont and realized it was true. A person's strength is limited, and finding that many fools in a short ti wasn't very realistic.
After a mont of silence, Xiao Feng patted Zhao Guo'an on the shoulder: "It's alright, steady and steady wins the race. We'll take it slow, step by step, and eventually spread by word of mouth. There will definitely co a day when we'll grow big.
As the planner of this grand get-rich sche, I'm not extorting you. Just like with the anti-rape spray, you give half of the net profit."
"..." Zhao Guo'an was so angry he nearly spat out blood, thinking, could you be any more shaless, asking for half the net profit right off the bat?
At this mont, a slight cough ca from the bathroom.
"Cough, cough..."
Xiao Feng couldn't continue indulging in his dream of getting rich. He imdiately rushed into the bathroom. After all, Chen Feihu was in this state because of him, so both emotionally and logically, he couldn't just leave him be.
"Damn it, these bastards only know how to play these dirty tricks. In a head-on fight, I could tear them to pieces and feed them to wild dogs!" Chen Feihu gasped, sounding weak, but his eyes were filled with fierce determination.
Xiao Feng was a bit taken aback. This wasn't how he imagined it. Did the other party look like soone who just woke up?
How co there wasn't any confusion?
Zhao Guo'an ca in, leaning on his cane, and explained: "In special circumstances, the body may be in a coma while the mind remains clear. It's too complicated to explain, but you can think of it like a comatose patient who can hear people talking around them but can't open their eyes or move."
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