Meng Zhao said to the waiter beside her, "Let Dieyi work hard, don't stop, keep telling stories to attract customers, don't let the teahouse customers go out to join the fun." After saying that, she walked quickly towards the Treasure Pavilion.

In front of the Treasure Pavilion, a dozen or so people surrounded the shop entrance. The man in the lead, with a fierce face, shouted at the top of his lungs, "Where's your manager? Tell her to get out here! You heartless bastard, what kind of harmful stuff are you selling? You've ruined my wife's face!"

The old woman beside him was even more distraught, pounding her chest and stamping her feet: "That's right, my daughter's face was also damaged by the products from your shop, and she developed many pustules. My poor daughter, the marriage she was just arranged is about to fall through, you will make up for my daughter's bad luck!"

Several women followed behind them, some wearing veils, others with cloths covering their faces, looking as if they had been injured and did not want to be seen.

He Jianxia came out when she heard the commotion. After hearing what they were saying, she gently advised, "Gentlemen, I am the manager of this shop. If you have encountered any problems, we can sit down and talk it over slowly to see if there is any misunderstanding."

"Bullshit!" The man shoved He Jianxia aside. "You're going to ruin my wife. Who's going to talk to you like this? Your Treasure Pavilion is a black-hearted shop. The things you sell are going to kill people."

Behind them was a woman wearing a face mask, presumably his wife, who also cried out, "My face was ruined by your products! You must give me an explanation today!" As they spoke, the two tried to rush into the shop, but Yin Chun stopped them in a flash.

Such a commotion naturally attracted customers inside the shop to peek out, and many passersby also gathered around to watch the excitement.

Meng Zhao stepped forward and said, "Sir, let's talk things out. It wouldn't be right to resort to violence. I'm the manager of the Treasure Pavilion. If you have anything to say, please..."

Before Meng Zhao could finish speaking, the man immediately started shouting again, "Everyone come and see! The Treasure Pavilion is a heartless business that has killed people!"

Meng Zhao's eyes turned cold, her sharp gaze sweeping over the ruffian like a blade, silencing him instantly. She seized the opportunity to raise her voice: "Today, I, Meng Zhao, swear here and now that I will investigate this matter thoroughly! But please, everyone, calm down and explain things clearly first."

At this moment, the old woman in front came out and said, "I've made myself clear enough. My daughter just got engaged, and I spent a lot of money to buy your Seven White Seeds set, hoping she would look beautiful on her wedding day. But after using it for only a few days, my daughter developed many red sores on her face. It's been more than ten days now, and they haven't gone away yet. She's about to be disfigured. I really regret it so much that I want to jump into the river! How could I have bought your products? They've ruined my daughter!"

After saying that, she reached out and pulled a woman behind her. The moment the veil was lifted, the onlookers gasped. Sure enough, the girl's face was covered with red, swollen pustules.

Meng Zhao wanted to go forward to check, but the woman quickly put her veil back on. Several other girls wearing veils and headscarves also removed their coverings. Although their conditions were different, they all had varying degrees of redness and swelling.

At this moment, customers who had already purchased items also became anxious, exclaiming, "Oh my god! This is terrible! I want to return the goods!"

Meng Zhao raised his voice and shouted, "Please wait, everyone! Please allow me to ask a question. Today is the first day of Treasure Pavilion's opening. The customers who have bought things should not have reached their homes yet. May I ask where these victimized women purchased the goods from my shop?"

Someone in the crowd suddenly realized, "That's right, isn't today the first day of business? Where did they buy their stuff from?"

The man from before was also unhappy and shouted, "What, you still want to deny it? This shop is only open for the first time, but your Treasure Pavilion also has other shops. Are we not allowed to buy from other places?"

Huang Cui's voice was even louder than his, "Our Treasure Pavilion only has two shops. Besides the one in the capital which just opened today, the other one is in Qingshi County, Pingyang Prefecture, which is at least ten days away from here. Do you mean you bought all your items from Qingshi County?"

The man was momentarily speechless. The old woman who had just spoken up for her daughter said, "We didn't buy them in Qingshi County. We bought them from merchants in the capital, but the items are indeed from your Treasure Pavilion."

"May I take a look at what you are using?" Meng Zhao asked.

The people behind him took out the items they had bought from the merchants. Meng Zhao took a look and found that they were indeed all fakes. "Gentlemen," he said, "I just checked. These items were not sold in our shop. They are counterfeit products made by unscrupulous merchants."

"Nonsense!" the man roared, "The box clearly says 'Treasure Pavilion'!"

Meng Zhao ordered Yin Chun to bring over the genuine Seven White Seeds gift box. Pointing to the relief on the box, he said, "Please look, everyone. Although our shop is called Treasure Pavilion, the genuine box also has the words 'Meng Ji' hidden on it. Can you see the words 'Meng Ji' faintly in the vine on our genuine box?"

After saying that, he picked up the box that these people had handed him earlier, "And the patterns on these fakes are messy and disordered, and you can't even make out the words?"

Meng Zhao had two young shop assistants each hold up a box for the onlookers to examine. At the same time, he took out two identical Seven White Seed Masks and continued to show them to the crowd in turn. “Every item in our Treasure Pavilion has a unique hidden mark. These fakes not only have the wrong patterns, but even the texture of the cream is completely different. Please take a look.”

"More importantly," Meng Zhao raised his voice, "every item sold by our Treasure Pavilion is clearly marked to be tested behind the ear or on the back of the hand before use to ensure it is safe for the face. These counterfeit items, however, have no such markings at all."

Faced with such evidence, the victims, who had been indignant just moments before, looked at each other in dismay, their momentum immediately weakening. A young woman suddenly covered her face and sobbed, "Waaah, I saved up my monthly allowance for so long, bought it from a merchant at a higher price, and not only did I get a fake, but it also ruined my face! Why am I so unlucky!"

Kind-hearted onlookers began to offer suggestions: "Which merchant did you buy it from? Is it possible to find them?"

“Those merchants weren’t locals. They said the items were all brand new and wouldn’t let us try them on. They told us to go home and use them. But when we found out the items were bad, we couldn’t find them anymore. We just accepted that we had been ripped off. But a couple of days ago, someone told us that Zhenbaoge had opened a shop in the capital and that it was opening today, and asked us to come over.”