Pregnant with Twins: Poison Doctor Consort is Too Hard to Please Chapter 58 Whose Pharmacy Is This?

This shop directly faced the Su family's dicine workshop was an empty shop a few days ago, but now it looked fully furnished and ready to open. Moreover, judging from the decoration and scale, it seed to be a dicine workshop.

"Go and ask who owns this workshop?" Su Chenghua looked at the dicine workshop through the window and ordered the coachman.

The coachman quickly followed the order and ca back after making so inquiries. "Reporting Old Master, I heard from the people in the shop that the owner of the dicine workshop here is a young master nad Gong Nan. He will be opening for business tomorrow."

"Choosing to open a new dicine workshop opposite our Su family's dicine workshop at this ti, this young master nad Gong Nan is really interesting." Hearing Gong Nan's na, Lady Pei subconsciously felt that this person was a man, and not a very bright one at that. How else could he have opened a workshop opposite the Su family's pharmacy at the peak of their popularity? If this is not about seeking excitent, what else can it be?

"What's interesting? He's clearly as stupid as a pig." Su Chenghua looked at the closed workshop proudly and said with arrogance, "We didn't have any spare money before, but now that we've earned so, we can buy this shop as well. "

"Old Master is right. Anyway, this shop won't be able to stay open. When Gong Nan loses money, we can buy the shop at a low price," Lady Pei said, giggling.

"Let's go back first," Su Chenghua said, in a good mood. After his reply, the group drove away in their carriage at an extrely fast speed.

Ti flew by. The next day, Qian Yao Pavilion opposite the Su family's dicine workshop successfully opened for business.

However, no one noticed this newly opened dicine workshop. Everyone's attention was focused on the Su family's workshop. When the pharmacy opened early in the morning, a long queue had already ford outside the door.

Not far from the street where two houses were located, a pitch-black carriage was parked steadily.

Despite the low-key appearance of the carriage, the interior of the carriage was very luxurious. The handso man and beautiful woman sat opposite each other in the carriage, all with calm expressions.

"Master, just now the steward of our pharmacy, Liu Qi, sent soone over to deliver a ssage, saying that the play you arranged is ready. When do you plan to make your move?" Gu Qingyou asked with a gentle smile, sitting opposite Su Qian.

"The Su family has been complacent for the whole day last night. It's ti to make a move." Su Qian lifted the curtain with one hand and looked towards the Su family's dicine workshop. "Go tell Liu Qi to start."

"Yes." Gu Qingyou imdiately ordered the attendant outside the carriage, and the attendant strode into Qian Yao Pavilion.

People on the street were all busy queuing at the Su family's pharmacy, so no one noticed this scene. It was not until 15 minutes later, a disheveled man stumbled and broke through the queue. "Let buy first!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Line up properly!" The servant of the Su family took a step forward with a cold face and pushed the man fiercely.

The man fell to the ground. He clutched a bag of gold coins tightly in his hand. He shouted with a crazed expression, "Sell the elixir. I'm just a little bit away from breaking through to the second-level barrier and becoming a third-level expert. Please sell the elixir. I beg you. Please."

Everyone could not help but sneer when they saw the man's frantic appearance.

Many n in this world devoted their entire lives to cultivation, but their strength had always remained stuck at the second rank. Although they had so power, they were far from being strong enough. They beca obsessed with cultivation and may even fall into a demonic state. But they could only rely on elixirs to have a chance of breaking through.

The man before them was clearly one of those who could not make it through cultivation and could only beco stronger by relying on elixirs. He was a poor fellow.