Chapter 22: Ambushed

  Song Jian entered Tongrentang, and Zhou Wen came up enthusiastically, proudly waving the prescription in his hand.

  "Heh heh, I just found them all and you came over. Look, 106 medicinal ingredients, all translated, and I even pre-ordered the ones we don't have in stock from the Wan Zhou market." Zhou Wen Yi's expression was very self-satisfied.

  Song Jian grasped Zhou Wen's hand tightly and said: "Thank you, thank you. I need five kilograms of each medicine, how much does it cost in total?"

  Zhou Wen obviously calculated the price of these medicinal materials and said, "If I wholesale them from the medicinal material merchants, all these medicinal materials will cost 23,000 yuan."

  One kind of medicinal material weighs five kilograms, and one hundred and six kinds of medicines weigh more than half a ton. Half a ton of medicine costs more than 20,000 yuan, which can't be considered expensive. Moreover, the medicinal materials purchased by Zhou Wen are all high-quality and authentic medicinal materials.

  Song Jian had that 200,000 yuan and became more generous, saying: "Alright, Old Zhou, according to the usual profit of a Chinese medicine store, I'll give you 40,000 yuan."

  Zhou Wen hastily waved his hand.

  Song Jiandao said: "Old Zhou, don't be in a hurry to refuse me, I still have a request. I want to process these 106 medicinal materials, so I'd like to borrow the backyard of your house for use."

  Zhou Wen nodded slightly and said: "Alright then, I'll let Tingting and Xiaozhang help you."

  "Thank you so much." Song Jian hastily expressed his gratitude.

  One hundred and six kinds of medicinal materials, each one needs to be processed, this workload is not small. Song Jian was thinking in his heart that after everything settles down next year, he should make some money and open a pharmacy. With his own pharmacy, even if it's just for alchemy, it will be much more convenient.

  Song Jian's method of preparing medicinal materials was different from ordinary methods of processing Chinese medicinal herbs and was more like modern chemical extraction.

  Ordinary Chinese medicine processing is just to heat the Chinese medicine material in a pot, fry it dry, or soak it in hot ginger water or honey water. However, Song Jian's method is different. He takes five kilograms of medicinal materials, first soaks them in salt water, then steams them for three hours, dries and grinds them into powder, and then soaks the powder in clear wine again. After soaking, he discards the residue, leaving only the clear wine, which he evaporates to obtain a small amount of powder that is what Song Jian needs.

  Five kilograms of medicine, in the end only about ten grams of powder left, Zhou Ting stared blankly at Song Jian, finally squeezing out a sentence "prodigal son"!

  In the following days, Song Jian spent his time either driving Xu Si and Xia Lin to work and school, or staying in Tongrentang with Zhou Ting and Zhang Wei to process traditional Chinese medicine. One hundred and six kinds of medicinal materials were all processed into fine powder, four hundred thousand yuan was spent, but only more than two kilograms of powder were obtained. In Zhou Ting's eyes, Song Jian had already been defined as a rich second-generation who was full of empty ideas and unrealistic.

  "Song Jian, don't go back today, it's too late. Let's have a few drinks together, how about that?" Zhou Wen invited Song Jian warmly.

  Song Jian smiled and shook his head, saying: "Old Zhou, next time I'll treat you to a drink, you've helped me so much. Not today, I have something else tomorrow."

  "What's there on Sunday? You shouldn't have to pick up your boss tomorrow, right?" Zhou Wenyi was unhappy.

  Song Jiandao said: "Tomorrow I have to see someone. Next time, I will definitely invite Old Zhou, today I won't stay, thank you for the trouble these few days."

  "Alright, then don't forget to go to the legendary medicine exhibition next week. You can take a look too, there might be some medicine you need," Zhou Wenyi instructed.

  Song Jian bid farewell to Zhou Wen, Zhou Ting and Zhang Wei. After more than four days of hard work, they finally finished processing the 106 medicinal materials. During this period, Song Jian also asked Zhou Wen about the hundred-year-old Huai medicine and the human-shaped Shouwu, and Zhou Wen said he would help Song Jian pay attention to it, but his shop did not have these two medicines.

  As soon as he got on the bus, Song Jian headed towards Jinxiu Home.

  The sky was already very late, and the passing vehicles were sparse, making the noisy Suzhou city temporarily quiet.

  Song Jian was in a great mood, driving his beloved car towards home.

  A motorcycle was parked by the side of the road, and the person on it wore a helmet and had a cigarette in his mouth. In the dark night, the sparks from the cigarette were particularly eye-catching.

  Song Jian looked at the man with a puzzled expression, and for some reason, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.

  "Not good!"

  Song Jian slammed on the brakes, although he didn't know what was wrong, but a cold intuition in his heart told him that there must be some kind of danger!

  "Boom!"

  A fierce blaze suddenly lit up in front, followed by a massive air impact.

  With a "crash", the windshield shattered and flew towards Song Jian.

  At this moment, Song Jian felt that his movements were incredibly fast. He grabbed the seatbelt with both hands and slid down from the seat with a "zip" sound, hiding under the seat.

  "Clang!"

  The whole car was shaking violently, and under the impact of the explosive airflow, the front of the car immediately caved in a block.

  With a "bang", Song Jian's body became unstable and his head hit the iron frame under the seat, and for a moment he felt dizzy.

  Bang, bang, bang......

  The unique sound of military boots trampling on the ground came over.

  "Someone wants to kill me," Song Jian realized, "the other party is very arrogant and dare to use explosives openly on the road."

  A figure walked calmly to the side of the car and said, "Lucky guy, you still need me to finish with two more shots."

  The killer was very arrogant, and at this time he was still muttering to himself in a slow and steady manner.

  Song Jian hid under the seat, avoiding the harm of the shattered windshield glass. However, his brain was also dazed from the impact. In a daze, Song Jian saw a person wearing a light gray windbreaker approaching the car window, and with their right hand, they pulled out a short-barreled gun from the pocket of the windbreaker.

  "He also knew how to hide," the other party sneered, his hand already about to press down.

  Song Jian knew that his life was at stake at this moment, he used all his strength and kicked the car door with a "bang".

  The deformed car door was kicked open by Song Jian, and it slammed into the windbreaker man's body. At the same time, the gun in his hand went off with a loud bang, spitting out smoke and fire, and the bullet rotated and grazed Song Jian's scalp before hitting the seat.

  "How interesting!"

  The man in the windbreaker was knocked back several steps, and he smiled gloomily, his gun again taking aim at the people in the car.

  "You are already surrounded by police! Quickly lay down your weapons and strive for lenient treatment!"

  In the distance, a sudden burst of police sirens echoed through the air, accompanied by an anxious woman's voice. It was clear that the police were rushing to this location at high speed.

  "Bang bang bang bang......"

  The man in the windbreaker quickly walked to the car window, fired four shots into it, and when he couldn't see Song Jian's face, cursed and turned around to run away.

  Not long after, a bright motorcycle roared away.

  Song Jian had already crawled under the back seat of the car, hearing the killer leave. Song Jian made an effort to lift his head and looked at the departing figure's back, then he felt a blackness in front of his eyes and fainted.

  When he woke up again, Song Jian felt himself being violently shaken by someone.

  "Ah...... stop!"

  Song Jian's weak voice opened, and in a daze, a beautiful face full of panic appeared in his line of sight.

  Song Jian took a deep breath and slowly came to, only to find himself lying in the other person's arms. It was soft and fluffy there, very big. Moreover, this woman turned out to be a police officer.

  "Thank you," Song Jian said, he knew it was this woman who scared away the killer.

  "You... you finally woke up, scared me to death." The woman's voice was soft and sweet.

  Song Jian unsteadily got up, and the first thing he thought of was the medicine powder in his car. That medicine powder was a guarantee for his rapid growth in strength.

  He took out the packet of medicine powder from the car and finally let out a sigh of relief. He turned around to look at the woman and said, "Thank you so much."

  The girl also came back to her senses, her small hand still slightly trembling, "It's okay, the other party...the other party was too arrogant, they actually had a gun."

  Song Jian didn't understand why the female police officer was still so timid. He smiled and asked, "Have you called for backup?"

  "Ah! That's right, I forgot to report it to the bureau!" The woman exclaimed and hastily walked over to a police motorcycle on the side, quickly describing the situation here through the intercom.

  Song Jian knew that the killer had left, but the subsequent interrogation would still take some time. He wasn't in a hurry and first called Xu Si to tell her that something had come up and he would be late getting home.

  "Hello, I'm Song Jian. What's your name? You were really brave just now. If you hadn't rushed over so quickly, I would have been killed by the other side." Song Jian said sincerely.

  "My name is Li Mengya," the female police officer's face turned slightly red, "Everyone says I'm timid, and my colleagues all tease me."

  Song Jian smiled slightly, if it wasn't for the police uniform on Li Mengya's body, he would never have thought that this girl who blushes when speaking was a people's police officer.

  Before long, two police cars arrived. The leader was a stout man with a badge on his shoulder that read "Deputy Director of Suzhou Municipal Public Security Bureau".

  "Li Mengya, are you alright? Are you injured?" The deputy director asked as soon as he arrived, surprisingly inquiring about Li Mengya's condition while ignoring Song Jian who was covered in blood beside her.

  Li Mengya shook her head and said, "Report to the director, I'm fine. It was Song Jian who suffered a bombing attack and then was shot."

  "Explosion? Gunshot?" The deputy director was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Jian and waved his hand: "Take him away, back to the bureau. Young man, is your injury serious? Do you need 120 (emergency medical assistance)?"

  Song Jian shook his head, "A small wound, scratched by the iron plate under the seat, a band-aid from the director would be enough."

  "Pfft", Li Mengya covered her mouth and laughed, then quickly turned her head away.

  A large team of police arrived at the scene and carefully surveyed it. Song Jian was also taken to the police station for questioning, which lasted three rounds.

  Song Jian naturally replied truthfully and described in detail the process of being assassinated three times.

  "Who have you offended recently?" a mustachioed detective asked.

  Song Jian thought for a moment and said: "I'm just a driver, I haven't offended any big shots, could it be that they're here to assassinate my boss?"

  The detective looked at Song Jian for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright, Song Jian, you can go now. Don't worry, we'll send someone to secretly protect you."

  After Song Jian left, the detective sighed and said, "Leopard, won't you give up yet?"