Chapter 23: Someone Dispensing Medication in the Restroom.

The maximum limit for the low-grade strength potion is a 20% increase in power. At this point, the Golden Slime developed resistance to the potion and could no longer continue to increase its strength. Chen Shu could only switch to other potions or use a medium-grade strength potion. "I should start preparing medium-grade strength potions," Chen Shu thought to himself.

If he didn't have the knowledge of potion-making, and wanted to increase the slime's strength by 20%, he would need to purchase forty bottles of low-grade strength potions, which would cost a whopping two hundred thousand Huaxia coins. Ordinary families naturally wouldn't be able to afford such an expense, especially considering that this was only the cost of strength potions. The expenses for other potions like speed potions and defense potions would be equally daunting.

Even in the world of beast taming, the gap between the rich and the poor still existed and remained unchanged. The contracts of the wealthy individuals would undoubtedly be much stronger than those of the poor, and this was an unchangeable fact. The stark difference in wealth also made the dimensional space extremely popular. Only by relying on the dimensional space could ordinary beast taming practitioners acquire a large amount of wealth to purchase potions and enhance the power of their contracted beasts.

For three days, Chen Ping didn't do anything else and shuttled between the residential area and his company. On the second day, he successfully prepared three batches and obtained twenty-four bottles of strength potions. On the third day, Chen Shu prepared two more batches of low-grade potions and unlocked the illustrations for medium-grade strength potions.

Originally, he wanted to prepare a batch of medium-grade potions, but it required two Power Flowers as ingredients.

Helpless, Chen Shu had no choice but to prepare another batch of low-grade strength potions. The three-day holiday for the college entrance examination was coming to an end. Chen Shu now had forty-eight extra bottles of strength potions in his system space, and the power of his contracted beast had been somewhat enhanced. "What a fulfilling holiday," he thought.

In the afternoon, Chen Shu left his company. He only needed to complete three rounds of potion brewing each day, something that other alchemists might not even accomplish in a day. And he only spent less than an hour on it, leaving him with plenty of free time. "Let's go to the black market," he decided.

Chen Shu hailed a taxi and noticed a man sitting in the front seat. "Driver, can you take me to the black market?" Chen Shu asked.

"Black market? There's a public restroom up ahead, no need to go all the way to the black market," the driver replied, looking puzzled.

Chen Shu: "???" Is this the legendary Amin effect? Amin, may this prosperous world fulfill your wishes! "I meant going to the black market on the way..."

"Oh, oh...on the way. This passenger is getting off up ahead," the driver finally understood.

In just an hour's time, Chen Shu arrived near Qixing Street. Even during the daytime, the black market was bustling with people, comparable to the city center. He arrived at the entrance of the black market, seemingly waiting for something. Without Xu Xiaoyu's guidance, he couldn't enter the black market on his own.

Just then, a man strode toward the entrance. "Hey, Lao Zhang, long time no see!" Chen Shu grinned, putting his arm around the man's shoulder as if they were old friends.

"Who are you?" Zhang Ming looked confused. "Who is this guy? I have no recollection of him."

"It's me, Lao Chen. Don't you remember? We even had drinks together last time," Chen Shu enthusiastically said, acting like they were close friends.

"Oh, oh! Lao Chen, I knew you looked familiar. How have you been lately?" Although Zhang Ming was still puzzled, he spoke warmly.

"..." Chen Shu's mouth twitched. "You're quite good at pretending, huh?"

"Of course, same as always. We can chat another time. Goodbye!" Chen Shu turned around and left, leaving Zhang Ming confused and disheveled in the wind.

He walked past the stalls on both sides of the road and headed towards the shops on the street. "The strength potion can only be sold for 3,000 yuan??" It was indeed the black market. The selling price was 5,000 yuan, but they were selling it for only 3,000 yuan. "Mine has a trademark on it, the 666 Potion Company, it's genuine," Chen Shu explained. He had used the company's packaging for convenience in selling.

"I know. If it's a black-market product, it's 1,500 yuan," the attendant calmly responded.

"You're really shady," Chen Shu remarked. "Do you have Power Flowers?"

"Yes, they're 21,000 yuan each. We have a total of four in stock."

"Then give me the ingredients for four batches of strength potions," Chen Shu requested.

"That will be 100,000 yuan. Do you have that much?" the attendant doubted.

A Power Flower was worth 20,000 yuan, and the other ingredients added up to around 5,000 yuan. Chen Shu took out the strength potions from his backpack, a total of forty-eight bottles, neatly arranged in front of him.

"Oh my god, did you rob the 666 Potion Company?" the attendant exclaimed.

"I'm a law-abiding citizen. Do you take me for a criminal? Give me the ingredients for four batches, and exchange the rest for Huaxia coins."

"Understood, understood. We don't question the origin of goods in the black market." The attendant collected all the strength potions.

"They're actually so cheap," Chen Shu thought. He had assumed they would be 5,000 yuan each, but that was the shop's selling price. If he sold them himself, he could naturally offer a discount.

Unfortunately, he didn't have an alchemist's license, or else he could sell them at a much higher price in the city center's legitimate shops.

"Young man, here are the four sets of ingredients. That will be 44,000 yuan. Please count it." The attendant quickly returned.

Chen Shu quickly inspected the Power Flowers to ensure they weren't dyed with some kind of coloring agent. The attendant placed the purchased strength potions directly on the shelf with a price tag of 5,000 yuan each.

"Can you show me some respect..." Chen Shu's mouth twitched. They had bought them for 3,000 yuan and immediately put them on display. He shook his head and left the black market shop.

It seemed that next time he would need to obtain a stall permit for the black market. If he sold the potions himself, he could at least get 4,000 yuan per bottle.

"This damn shop is too shady."

"Four sets of ingredients can produce two batches of intermediate-grade Strength Potions, resulting in approximately twenty-six bottles of intermediate-grade Strength Potions. The value almost doubles instantly."

Although the black market shop made a killing, Chen Shu never suffered a loss.

"Let's go and prepare the potions."

Chen Shu wanted to find a quiet place, but unfortunately, the black market was crowded and noisy.

"Hmm? Public restroom?"

Without hesitation, Chen Shu walked right in.

He waited for half a while until he finally got a vacant stall. He systematically arranged the various potion ingredients on the floor.

In the pharmacology section of his system, the Low-Grade Strength Potion branched out into a new illustration, which was the Intermediate-Grade Strength Potion.

"Do you want to concoct an Intermediate-Grade Strength Potion? Yes/No?"

Chen Shu directly chose to concoct it, and the next moment, his body was taken over by the system, as if he had transformed into the world's best alchemist.

He placed the various ingredients into the large container one by one, without making the slightest mistake, like an incredibly precise machine.

The difficulty of preparing the Intermediate-Grade Strength Potion was evidently much higher.

After a full twenty minutes, he successfully concocted it, and based on the quantity, there were exactly thirteen bottles.

"Successful concoction of the Intermediate-Grade Strength Potion. Unlocking the High-Grade Strength Potion after ten concoctions! 1/10"

The system prompted again, and Chen Shu began his second concoction.

The stall door in the restroom remained tightly shut.

A young man entered, clutching his stomach, but an unfortunate situation awaited him.

All the stalls were occupied.

He clamped his legs together, tensing his rectum, accompanied by slight trembling of his body, while a song echoed in his mind.

"I am stubborn to the end, clamping my legs forever..."

There were only three stalls in the restroom, and the other two were occupied, so the young man could only wait in the innermost stall.

Time ticked away, and his body trembled. Even his forehead started sweating.

"Brother, I'm in dire need! Please, help!" Unable to endure any longer, he knocked on the stall door.

The occupants of the other two stalls had just entered, and it would probably take a long time for them to finish.

But there was no response from the stall.

"Could there be no one inside?" he couldn't help but think, but the stall door remained tightly shut.

After struggling for a while, he finally gathered the courage to choose to climb over.

The stall door wasn't too high, and with a gentle flip, he saw the scene inside.

The next instant, his eyes widened, witnessing the most horrifying sight.

"What the f*ck!! Someone is preparing potions in the restroom!"