nucmednet Chapter 47 Swatting Flies
Chapter 47 Swatting Flies
Chapter Forty-Seven: Swatting Flies
The press conference began with celebrity guest performances, song and dance performances, and then Wu Hongliang took the stage to promote the miraculous effects of Hanlingdan.
The audience below the stage had long been impatient, and when Wu Hongliang announced the start of registration and sales, everyone went wild.
The scene resembled a supermarket sale, with countless elderly people crowding in. However, these people, practically fighting for their lives, were all prominent figures in Lingzhou.
"Master, congratulations." Huang Jiaxin smiled, pursing her lips. "I just did a rough estimate, and at least a thousand Cold Spirit Pills were sold. Each pill sold for 1 yuan, so you made 5 million yuan!"
Zhuo Yang said calmly, "I'll only take 70%."
“That’s still a hundred million!” Huang Jiaxin chuckled, then resumed her role as the housekeeper, standing slightly behind Zhuo Yang, her beautiful eyes sparkling.
Is this the power of cultivators? They can make a fortune with just a casual move?
She suddenly felt a sense of anticipation, wondering when she would be able to establish her foundation and become a cultivator after consuming the genuine Cold Spring Pill.
"Jiaxin, why don't you register to buy it?"
Zhang Siqi walked over with her arm around a large, fat man, who was carrying a string of gift boxes—today's theme: Cold Spirit Pills.
The box, decorated with gold and silver, was exquisitely crafted and only the size of a walnut. Each box contained only one Cold Spirit Pill.
Huang Jiaxin bowed slightly and said calmly, "We don't need the Cold Spirit Pill, so we won't buy it."
"Not buying?" Zhang Siqi immediately looked surprised. "Your boss looks quite wealthy, why won't you sell? Could it be... that you can't afford it?"
Having been humiliated for showing off in front of Huang Jiaxin before, she suddenly found an opening when she saw that Zhuo Yang wasn't buying the Cold Spring Pill. Her gaze towards Zhuo Yang was now filled with disdain.
Zhuo Yang ignored him and silently watched the crowd. Where was the real prey?
“We really don’t need it!” Huang Jiaxin took a deep breath and replied, glancing at Zhuo Yang’s profile. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that he wasn’t angry.
As a housekeeper, you can't cause trouble for the boss.
This is what the old housekeeper taught him.
"Haha..." Zhang Siqi burst into laughter, seemingly unable to stop. After finally finishing laughing, she pointed at Zhuo Yang and mocked, "Huang Jiaxin, I thought you found some kind of man, but it turns out he's a poor bastard who can't even afford to buy you a Cold Spirit Pill worth 150,000 yuan."
Huang Jiaxin's face darkened: "Zhang Siqi, please watch your words. He is my boss, not my man!"
"What are you pretending for?" Zhang Siqi sneered disdainfully. "We're all old classmates, we all know each other. I won't tell our classmates in the group chat that you've found a fake rich guy to hook up with."
Huang Jiaxin was so angry that her eyebrows twitched. She wanted to slap him. Just because he was a kept man, he thought everyone else was like him.
Zhuo Yang held her small hand and whispered, "Don't pay attention to her, time will tell!"
Huang Jiaxin's anger subsided quickly after her hand was held. She nodded in agreement, put her arm around Zhuo Yang's arm, and prepared to go somewhere else.
Zhang Siqi stopped the two of them, snorted and said arrogantly, "Huang Jiaxin, don't go. At least buy a few Cold Spirit Pills. Although they are a bit expensive, the effects are real. At the very least, consider it as buying top-tier cosmetics."
“We don’t need it!” Zhuo Yang looked at him, his brows furrowing.
"You can't afford it, can you?" Zhang Siqi felt she had found the other party's sore spot and became even more smug: "You can't even afford the Cold Spring Pill, yet you sneaked into the press conference to watch the show? Huang Jiaxin, I advise you to dump him as soon as possible. I'll introduce you to someone better tomorrow, at least someone who can afford the Cold Spirit Pill!"
The fat man next to him laughed along, his eyes filled with utter contempt.
"Zhang Siqi, please shut up!" Huang Jiaxin couldn't hold back anymore, feeling that she had greatly embarrassed Zhuo Yang.
"What, you can't even let others say you're not good enough?" Zhang Siqi said smugly, looking down on her classmates, which made her sense of superiority even more overwhelming.
"Hmph!" Zhuo Yang sneered and slapped her across the face.
With a sharp slap, Zhang Siqi covered her face and sat on the ground. She never expected that someone would slap her in this kind of situation, especially a man!
"Hey kid, what are you doing?" The fat man was furious when he saw his wife being beaten, and rushed up to pounce on Zhuo Yang.
With a backhand slap, the fat man was also knocked to the ground.
To deal with flies, you have to swat them all away like you would swat flies!
The noisy hall was instantly silenced, and everyone looked over in astonishment.
"Someone's been assaulted! Someone's trying to steal our Cold Spirit Pills!" Zhang Siqi shouted, seizing the opportunity. The fat man reacted quickly, pretending to be robbed and clutching the gift boxes tightly to his chest.
Security guards dressed in expensive suits immediately surrounded them.
Zhang Siqi peeked and saw that an even more vicious plan had been prepared. She was determined to make Huang Jiaxin lose all face and never be able to hold her head up in front of her again!
"Mr. Zhuo, what happened?"
Wu Hongliang rushed to Zhuo Yang's side before the security guards could reach him, his face grave.
"He hit me and tried to steal the Cold Spirit Pill!" Zhang Siqi got up, her finger almost poking Zhuo Yang's face.
"Him?" Wu Hongliang looked at Zhuo Yang, then at Zhang Siqi, and touched his nose. "Why did he steal your Cold Spirit Pill?"
"He doesn't have the money to buy it himself, so he tries to steal it from others!" Zhang Siqi shouted at the top of her lungs, determined to humiliate Zhuo Yang and make Huang Jiaxin even more embarrassed.
As she expected, many people began to show expressions of disgust.
“But…” Wu Hongliang said with a strange look and a half-smile, “Mr. Zhuo is the inventor and manufacturer of the Cold Spirit Pill. He can have as many Cold Spirit Pills as he wants. Why would he want to take yours?”
"Gah?"
Zhang Siqi's prepared remarks suddenly stopped, and she looked completely bewildered.
"Tell me...tell me..." The fat man's whole body was trembling, "He's the inventor of the Cold Spirit Pill?"
Wu Hongliang nodded, thinking the two of them were idiots. Why pick on a rock? You can't even squeeze it.
"I...I...I don't know this crazy woman!" The fat man clutched the gift boxes tightly, yelled, and turned to run away, utterly humiliated.
Zhang Siqi stared blankly as her husband ran away, leaving her here to embarrass herself. She was so angry that she almost fainted.
Driven by rage, she kicked off her high heels, grabbed the shoes in her hand, and chased after the fat man.
The farce came to an end, but those present were all important figures from all walks of life in Lingzhou, and they had already deeply imprinted Zhuo Yang's appearance in their minds.
The inventor and manufacturer of Hanling Pill is big news!
The sale will continue, and the wealthy will buy three or five at a time, as a gift for themselves and their families. Few will buy more than ten.
Suddenly, a furious roar came from the gate: "Get out of my way! I'll take all the Cold Spirit Pills today!"
The once harmonious atmosphere in the hall instantly fell silent, and everyone stared in astonishment at the doorway.
A group of Taoist priests were blocked at the door by bodyguards. The leader of the Taoist priests was dressed in a gorgeous Taoist robe, with white hair and beard. He held a whisk in his right hand and a copper bell in his left. At first glance, he looked like a Taoist immortal, but upon closer inspection, he was full of fierce energy.