49: Chapter 49 Sani pinned Cheng Daqi to the bed 49: Chapter 49 Sani pinned Cheng Daqi to the bed Cheng Daqi had set up the biggest bait in yesterday’s video about the “ghost people.”

The entire copy had only one sentence, “Big sister asked where I’m from, and I said I’m Japanese.

Did I do the right thing?”

Besides working hard on the copy, he also specifically set up two precise fishing tags—’kimono’ and ‘Japanese cuisine’.

You could say that both the purpose and aggressiveness were cranked up to the max.

This kind of targeting is something ordinary viewers wouldn’t feel; which proper Hua Country person would care about this?

They’d just think it’s awesome!

But in the eyes of some spiritually colonized minions, Cheng Daqi’s hook is as glaring as a searchlight in the dark night.

Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) “Hahaha, Beggar King’s badass, just needs to backstab those ghost people hard, turn them into international Jokers.”

‘Support, those ghost people committed wrongdoings abroad and said they were from Hua Country.

They did the first, we’ll do the fifteenth!’

‘I’ve said it, call him California Governor!

Reverse use of the Sugar Babe Inequality, California eats without paying = California Governor, have you studied for nothing?’

‘Heh, Yazu is a developed country, it can’t be considered a Joker.

You, a poor sucker, cheering for a beggar.

You’re not one too, are you?’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘Cousin ain’t lacking cash, Cousin’s different from you.

Cousin’s got bad knees, can’t kneel down, and can’t stomach that dog food.’

(Reply to Host) ‘How many properties do you have, claiming not to lack cash here?

Clearly, a little pink who’s been sucked dry by mortgage—a patriot loves his country but who loves him?’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘Wanna see my factory?

Here, I’ve put the picture here[Picture], go check the company’s legal representative at this address, see if Cousin’s lacking cash!’

(Reply to Host) ‘Is it yours?

Does anyone know the company became yours?

Joker, look at my property title, in XX city XX district, twenty-one thousand per square meter, my place is worth over three million, something you can’t afford in your lifetime!’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘I posted a video, my Pame, license plate Qian CXXXXX, what car do you drive?

You like being a minion so much, surely you don’t drive a Mazda, huh?

Watch out for traffic jams.’

(Reply to Host) ‘Who likes riding a hundred-handed bus like you?

Do you know anything about Japanese style?

The beauty of Lexus, a Joker like you will never understand[Picture].’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘Then post a video yourself.

Why not do it?’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘Where are you?

Hahahaha, where’s your Japanese style?

Where’s your video?’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘Going soft on me?

Is that property title really yours?

How come I found your Lexus with a search on Qian Degree Image Search?’

(Host reply) Buddha Touched My Heart (Qian Province) ‘No way, no way, doesn’t your owner feed you dog food when you act like a dog?’

It can only be said, the dazzling world of the internet shouldn’t be a place to show off without real power.

The Qian Province netizen’s initial response was already saving face for this sycophant, clearly not wanting to deal with this Joker.

But the Joker himself insisted on showing his strength, and as a result, he brought humiliation upon himself.

The attack power of the Qian Province netizen was extremely strong, beating the fine Japanese Joker with no power to fight back.

Cheng Daqi truly understood some people’s admiration for beauty, after all, America’s propaganda machine was decades ahead.

But he really didn’t get it—how low could someone be to become such a fanatic?

Seeing a netizen severely attack the fine Japanese Joker, Cheng Daqi quietly gave his comment a like.

“Chan, I’m back.”

Sani’s voice came from outside the tent, and Cheng Daqi got up, wanting to step out of the tent.

Seeing Cheng Daqi lower the tent’s zipper, Sani remembered how her father used to take care of her.

“Don’t move, just lie down and rest.

Have you eaten anything?

I went to the church to find the priest and got some cold medicine, hurry up and take it.”

The black girl prattled on as she pushed Cheng Daqi back down on the bed and then took out a strip of pills from her pocket.

“What are these pills?”

Cheng Daqi’s question truly stumped the black girl.

She thought and thought but still couldn’t remember.

“Something-something-din, the name is too hard to recall, you look by yourself.”

As she spoke, Heimei stuffed the strip of pills into Cheng Daqi’s hand.

‘Vicodin,’

Cheng Daqi’s hand jerked involuntarily, thankful he had asked for the name.

Thankful indeed.

This was an opioid derivative painkiller!

The protagonist of the American TV series “Addictive Dosage” got addicted to this very kind of addictive analgesic after taking it!

In his previous life, even when Cheng Daqi was in the late stage of a brain tumor, he could only get one pill per day after his attending physician submitted a request for approval, one pill each day to help him sleep painlessly!

In America, such drugs were so rampant!

Cheng Daqi knew that there were many drug users in America, but he had never imagined that Heimei could get her hands on something like this.

“Did the pastor take your money?”

Seeming to understand what Cheng Daqi was really asking, Heimei explained straight away.

“No, he didn’t.

He saw that I didn’t look like a junkie, so he gave it to me.

I know these drugs can be addictive, but they are the best painkillers.

You should be fine as long as you don’t keep taking them, right?”

With a helpless pinch of the aluminum blister pack, Cheng Daqi sighed.

“Sani, do you know the difference between painkillers and cold medicine?”

Sani looked at Cheng Daqi, puzzled.

She really didn’t see any difference between the two types of medication.

“When I was a kid and had a cold, I took this, and it worked very quickly.”

“You took this kind of medicine when you were a child?

Doctors prescribed this to children?”

Cheng Daqi found it hard to believe.

“No, whenever someone in my family was sick, they would get extra, so we could use it the next time.

I just took the leftovers from when my mom was sick.”

That was the way of America’s black underclass, and Cheng Daqi couldn’t argue with that.

People on the lowest rung couldn’t afford the high insurance premiums, so they had to make do with painkillers prescribed by community doctors, which made perfect sense.

In the end, he didn’t let Sani down.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

Addiction was addiction, but it wasn’t like you couldn’t get by without it.

Opioid painkillers were, after all, different from opiates.

They were much less addictive, or there wouldn’t be a TV series called “Addictive Dosage.”

As long as he didn’t take too much and controlled his dosage, the chance of addiction was indeed low.

Convincing himself with this small comfort, Cheng Daqi washed down a Vicodin with some VOSS water.

The flu made him feel sore all over, and a strong analgesic could indeed alleviate his symptoms.

He didn’t have many other options.

“Do you want something to eat?

I can share my treasured ham with you, but only half,”

Sani was ultimately kind.

Before, she had said Cheng Daqi could only have her cookies and bread, but today she was even willing to share her ham.

But now, Cheng Daqi wasn’t thinking about eating ham.

He realized he had made a mistake.

After all, he wasn’t omniscient and omnipotent and didn’t see through the cunning tricks of pharmaceutical companies.

Cheng Daqi had overlooked one issue—the active ingredient content in painkillers varied between Hua Country and America!

Dammit!

The active ingredient content in a single American pill was this high?

PD company, you’re such damn beasts!