Six Hundred and Twentieth IX Expensive Injection

Thinker Novel Network

Hearing the name "Zhang Wanguo", Fei Masi and Lao Cha looked at each other. They heard Zhang Zian mentioned this name, and they knew that this person seemed to have sold the problematic teacup dog to a noble lady, causing a disturbance.

Lao Zheng stuffed the cigarettes in his pocket, pushed the dining car around a corner, and walked towards a row of bungalows deeper in the farm.

In the dim light, the dining car ran over half a brick, shook violently, and a black garbage bag fell to the ground with a bang.

A Yorkie's head protruded from the mouth of the garbage bag, and the gray eyes were extremely empty.

"Fuck! It stinks! It's still dead!" Old Cha covered his nose with his arms, picked up the garbage bag and threw it on the dining car again.

He pushed the cart to the bungalow and knocked on one of the doors.

"Who is it?" someone in the room asked.

"I, Old Zheng! I brought medicine here!" Old Zheng replied loudly.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Fei Masi and Lao Cha have already sneaked onto the roof of the bungalow without anyone noticing, observing the bottom closely.

The door was opened a thin crack, and a pair of eyes vigilantly confirmed Lao Zheng's identity through the crack, and then the door was fully opened. If Zhang Zian were here, he would definitely recognize this person as Zhang Wanguo who had met him once.

"Why did you send it? Why didn't they deliver such an important thing by themselves?" Zhang Wanguo looked behind Lao Zheng and found that Lao Zheng was alone, and his tone was a little dissatisfied.

"You think I want to give it away?" Old Zheng was even angrier. He helped someone run an errand, but complained instead.

"Where's the medicine?" Zhang Wanguo knew that he was just a cook, so he wasn't in the mood to tangle with him.

Lao Zheng took out the medicine box from the drawer of the dining car, and handed it over carefully, "Hold it steady, don't blame me if it falls!"

Zhang Wanguo took the medicine box, stared at Lao Zheng vigilantly and asked, "Do you know what kind of medicine this is?"

"I don't know, what kind of medicine?" Old Zheng asked curiously, straightening his neck.

Zhang Wanguo smiled slightly, "It's fine if you don't know. Old Zheng, you can do whatever you want."

After speaking, he closed the door.

"Damn! What a goddamn thing! It's like 2,580,000 yuan!" Lao Zheng cursed, raised his leg to kick the door, and finally put it down resentfully, pushing the car to the garbage dump in the backyard.

Fimas and Old Tea waited for him to go far away, then leaned their heads from the roof and looked into the room through the window glass.

There were three people in the room, including Zhang Wanguo, all men, but no one paid attention to the windows.

"Have you brought it?" someone asked Zhang Wanguo.

"Here, let's see how the quality is this time." Zhang Wanguo opened the medicine box, took out a few injections, and looked carefully at the light.

"The quality of the batch of medicine last time was so bad that the dog was wilted after one injection. I told you not to buy the medicine that was too cheap, but you wouldn't listen!" Another person complained.

"I also know that the more expensive one is better, so you make up for the extra price difference?" the former sneered.

"I make it up? Why should I make it up?"

"Don't say a few words, everyone works for the company, try this time." Zhang Wanguo interrupted their quarrel.

There is an iron cage in the house, and a young poodle is lying in the cage. Its size is two circles smaller than the common poodle, but it seems to be far from the definition of "teacup dog".

Zhang Wanguo took it out of the cage, put it on a table covered with a white cloth, and said to the other two: "This dog has a good foundation. If it succeeds this time, it can earn at least 20,000 yuan."

"Oh? Where did this dog come from?" another person answered.

"Gene mutation." Zhang Wanguo said uncertainly: "Its parents are ordinary poodles, and it is the smallest puppy in the litter. Its brothers and sisters are all older than it, and it can't snatch it." to milk."

"This kind of situation does happen." The third person said, "Our farm is so big, every batch will always give birth to a few small puppies, just like us humans occasionally give birth to dwarves."

"But that's not enough right now, he's quite small, but not small enough to be sold as a teacup dog.

Zhang Wanguo held up several medicines, "So we will use these medicines." "

"Actually, I have always wondered, what kind of medicine is this medicine? How can the dog's size be reduced once it is injected into the dog's body?" The former stared at the medicine in wonder.

"I only know that this medicine is called 'shrinking needle' in the circle, but what it is... I don't know too much." The other person only knows a little bit, waiting for Zhang Wanguo's explanation.

Zhang Wanguo sneered, "Shrinking needles? There is such a saying, but it's not quite accurate. This thing should be called fat-melting needles."

The other two didn't hear the unfamiliar term clearly, and asked blankly, "The Needle of Wool?"

"Fat-melting, fat-melting fat-melting." Zhang Wanguo patiently explained, "This is often used in the plastic surgery industry, and the price is very expensive. It costs thousands of dollars for a single injection, and even tens of thousands for better ones. It is used by rich celebrities and Internet celebrities to slim down their faces. But it is worth the money, as long as it works, it can turn an ordinary poodle that sells for a few hundred yuan into two to thirty thousand or even more An expensive teacup VIP, but the premise is that the foundation must be good, otherwise it will be a waste... like this one is good, better than the last one."

Pointing to the poodle puppy waiting for the injection, he said: "Newborn puppies have a lot of fat in their bodies and feel fleshy to the touch. This injection can remove most of the fat, and make the body fatter in a short time. Their size is up to the standard of teacup dogs... but the risk is relatively high, some puppies can survive, some can't, it's almost like gambling."

"Give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle!" Another person said harshly.

Zhang Wanguo chuckled, "My brother is right, that's the reason. Last time, the dog was not very good. In order to make it meet the standard of a teacup dog, a lot of medicine was injected, and the quality of that batch of medicine was not good. No, he died two or three days after selling it to that woman, stealing the chicken won’t make him feel bad… but this should be fine.”

"It's just fat-melting injections. Why are we so sneaky? It's still necessary to do it at night. Wouldn't it be better to do it during the day? I still want to go home and make out with my wife!" the third person asked puzzled.

Zhang Wanguo sneered, "Who doesn't want their wives and children to be hot? Do you think this injection can be injected casually? You have to mix these kinds of medicines in proportion to get fat-melting injections. These medicines are not obtained through formal channels. The country does not allow private sales of drugs for the preparation of fat-melting injections, let alone private injections of fat-melting injections—let me ask you, who has a license to practice plastic surgery? If so, we will do it during the day. If not, we will do it honestly. Shut up! Do you still want to make money?"

The two shrank their necks and stopped talking.