Shanghai, China.

It was crowded and bustling with people.

On this road with a lot of traffic, a small restaurant stands out among the clusters of Western restaurants around it. This Chinese restaurant does not have a long history, and its owner is a local old man who has retired for a long time.

The old man's surname is Zuo, his kind-faced face and soft-spoken speech are completely at odds with the rumored "Shanghai old man".

The restaurant is not big, but it also hires some helpers from time to time. After all, Grandpa Zuo is old and has limited mobility. Even collecting money is difficult, let alone heavy tasks such as moving goods and ordering.

Grandpa Zuo likes to find students from the surrounding area as helpers. Firstly, he wants to give students the opportunity to work-study, and secondly, because although students are slow and make some small mistakes, they are easy to communicate with and mostly have good attitudes.

Gu Nan has always been Grandpa Zuo's first choice as a helper. He is good at talking, efficient and polite. There are not many college students like him these days.

Over the years of working as helpers, Gu Nan and Grandpa Zuo have learned a lot of cooking techniques, and sometimes they even think about new dishes in the kitchen, although most of the time they are dark dishes that come up on a whim.

Today, Gu Nan came to the restaurant to help as usual, but something was wrong. He was so careful that he even put the bowls and chopsticks in the wrong place. But what surprised Grandpa Zuo the most was that Gu Nan kept "stealing" while preparing the dine-in food.

"You didn't eat when you came?" Grandpa Zuo joked with a smile.

"I-" Something was wrong with Gu Nan's expression. He put down his finger and hurriedly wiped off the sauce that was almost soaked in it with a paper towel.

"Still feeling unwell?" Grandpa Zuo asked again.

"Grandpa Zuo, I want to take a leave." He looked a little flustered when he spoke.

"It's okay. If you get sick, go to the hospital." Grandpa Zuo readily agreed.

"Okay, I have contacted Uncle Cai. He will come to help later, so I will leave first."

"No problem, no problem, your body is the most important thing."

Gu Nan hurried out, stopped a taxi and drove to the largest hospital in the city center. Since he did not have an appointment, he waited in a long queue for nearly two hours to make an appointment.

"What are the symptoms?" the doctor asked.

"I can't taste it anymore," he said.

"Loss of taste?" The doctor frowned, "Put your tongue out and let me take a look."

Gu Nan opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The doctor checked and found nothing abnormal.

"Are there any other symptoms?" the doctor asked again.

"No." Gu Nan replied.

…

China, Macau. Venetian Resort Hotel.

The US$2.3 billion Venetian Macau entertainment and leisure district has a 3,000-room integrated resort and surpassed Las Vegas 10 years ago to become the world's largest casino.

The hotel lobby is magnificent, and across the corridor is the casino.

Carnival, the aroma of banknotes mixed with chips swaying back and forth on one gaming table after another, in and out intertwined back and forth between greedy human nature, making it difficult for people to wake up, when to retreat and when to advance, when people are looking for the answer

, he is penniless. The gameplay will continue to be updated, and the same will be true for the guests here. Unfortunately, there is no place for the victorious general on the gaming table.

In one of the 3,000 rooms, Wen Kui was discussing important matters with Mr. Guan, one of the direct managers of the casino.

"You'd better finish your sentence concisely." Mr. Guan looked at his watch, his arrogance evident in his words.

"It's still about cooperation." Wen Kui smiled politely.

"Although my memory is not good, I clearly remember that the prerequisite for cooperation between the two parties is that you can use your results to prove the effectiveness of [Acura]. First of all, I don't think runner-up is a good result. Secondly, if the drug user cannot defeat normal people,

So why is there any need to improve this drug?"

"Please listen to my explanation, Mr. Guan." Wen Kui calmed down and took a stack of certification documents from his assistant. "In two e-sports events, a player from the OG team participated in a total of eight games.

Acura was used in the competition, and all eight games ended in victory. This is the data compiled by our medical staff after the game. You can take a look."

Mr. Guan did not answer.

"I need you to tell me its value yourself."

Wen Kui nodded, "After six months of improvement and refinement, I can responsibly tell you that Acura has greatly reduced users' resistance to it while retaining its neurological stimulation -"

"Drug resistance?" Mr. Guan's eyes lit up, "In other words..."

"That is to say, it is addictive." Wen Kui leaned back, looking like he was sure of victory.

Addicted, such a vague adjective. Some things make people intoxicated, such as tobacco and alcohol, while others can make people fall and never recover. Although the two cannot be completely equated, the essence is the same - addiction.

"This is the answer I want." Mr. Guan stood up and said, "Come see me on the 24th over the weekend, bring samples, and I will arrange for someone to prepare a contract."

"Okay, Mr. Guan." Wen Kui stood up and respectfully saw him off.

…

Manila, Philippines.

"You never counted on me from the beginning. Joining OG to compete for the championship is just a cover for you to delay time." Wang Quan's face was pale, although his eyes were still sharp.

"You guessed it right, I'll give you a reward." Wen Kui stretched out his hand.

"Get the hell out of here!" Wang Quan was furious and slapped the bottle away, causing the pills to roll everywhere on the ground. "Do you think I don't know that this thing is addictive? You really treat me like a fool.

!”

Wen Kui curled his lips, "Don't get excited, don't use these ways of making money if you are angry, you will know their value later." He bent down and carefully picked up the pills one by one, just like the day of King Quan

Same as in the toilet.

"A way to make money? What's the use of a flower without a way to make money? This thing is not a stimulant at all, but a fucking -"

"Be careful what you say." Wen Kui pointed at Wang Quan's mouth and suppressed his words in time, "It is true that singing can make people addicted, but we also have medicines here that can suppress addiction. It will depend on your cooperation.

Already."

Wang Quan was furious, but the overall situation still made him calm down quickly, "What are your plans?"

"Plans? What else are there to plan? We are going to get rich, brother." Wen Kui laughed, "This money is much more than what you made from playing match-fixing. What kind of bullshit TI do you still want to participate in now? Just quit.

"

"I won't retreat." Wen Kui gritted his teeth, "I want to fight."

"As you wish." Wen Kui stuffed the lid and turned to leave.

Probably because I didn't see it, there was a pill on the ground that hadn't been picked up. The white skin was covered with dust.

Wang Quan couldn't help but pick it up. At the same time, he also understood that he had been firmly tied to the thief's ship Wen Kui.

"Fortunately, I saved a hand..." Wang Quan thought to himself, putting the piece of Acura into his mouth with one hand.
Chapter completed!