"It's really deflated." Xiao Li looked at the pimple in the mirror. Not long after applying the ointment, the red mark had shrunk. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Isn't the effect too obvious?"
"Of course." Song Tiantian was very proud at this moment: "Look, the red marks here are gone. As long as I apply it a few more times, uncle's face will definitely be fine."
"Yeah," Xiao Li nodded quickly, looking eagerly at the ointment in his hand: "Tiantian, are you really giving this ointment to me?"
"Yeah," Song Tiantian nodded, "Uncle, you take it."
"Thank you, Tiantian." Xiao Li hurriedly put the ointment away.
In front of the living room, Sister Yan watched the change on Xiao Li's face and couldn't help but look at Song Jiaqi with shining eyes: "Jiaqi, is this your new ointment?"
Song Jiaqi nodded: "Yes, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Sister Yan quickly put Maomao down. "This ointment is so effective, and you're asking me what's wrong?"
Seeing the somewhat fanatical expression on Sister Yan's face, Song Jiaqi couldn't help but take a step back in fear: "Don't look at me like that, I'm a little nervous."
"Okay, as long as you provide this ointment to my beauty salon, I won't look at you like that."
When Sister Yan thought about how much profit and market this ointment could bring once it appeared in the beauty industry, the disappointment of her partner running away with the money disappeared instantly.
Song Jiaqi looked at her changes before and after, and the corners of her mouth twitched a few times: "That's it?"
"What's that? Do you know how much profit this ointment will bring when it goes on the market?"
Sister Yan was busy telling Song Jiaqi about the profit margins in the beauty industry and how many people were suffering from skin problems caused by acne, endocrine disorders, etc.
Although Sister Yan has some problems in judging people, her research on the beauty industry and her targeted development vision are definitely advanced and forward-looking.
Otherwise, she would not have plunged into the beauty industry without hesitation after her divorce.
As she spoke, Sister Yan's eyes suddenly lit up as she looked at Song Jiaqi: "Jiaqi, do you want to work with me?"
"What?" Song Jiaqi was still in shock at Sister Yan's sudden change of heart, "I want to work with you?"
"Yes, you can work with me." The more Sister Yan thought about it, the more she felt that this was a good idea: "You have acne cream, and doesn't Traditional Chinese Medicine have many beauty-related items?"
"As long as we can develop a formula that is more suitable for modern people and make it a flagship product for beauty salons, it will only be a matter of time before we make money."
Hearing this, Song Jiaqi suddenly remembered the grape pectin and grape seed extract on the study cabinet for some reason: "Don't tell me, the project of developing beauty products using traditional Chinese medicine is not impossible."
"Is that right?" Sister Yan said with increasing excitement, "I think it will work, so let's work together."
Hearing this, Song Jiaqi quickly came back to her senses: "Forget it, I don't know much about beauty projects, and I don't know how to run a beauty salon."
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I don't understand either." Sister Yan said without any burden: "Anyway, we don't understand, so let's just figure it out together. This is the worst I can do anyway."
"How dare you say that?" Song Jiaqi was stunned by her arrogance. "Besides, your partner just took away all your money, and now you're looking for a partner with me. Aren't you afraid that I'll cheat you?"
"I'm not afraid." Sister Yan hugged Song Jiaqi and shook her. "For someone who dares to give me all his wealth, even if he cheats me, I'm willing to do it."
"You!" Song Jiaqi was so worried about her: "You are obviously two years older than me, why do you act like I am older than you?"
"Hey, Sister Song, do you want to form a partnership?"
"Okay, but I have to tell you in advance, if you dare to lose the money I invested, I will keep Maomao at my house to pay off the debt!"
The innocent Maomao Tongxue raised his little head with a puzzled look and looked at Song Jiaqi: "Godmother, what do you want me to do?"
Song Jiaqi looked at the innocent little guy and couldn't help but burst into laughter with Sister Yan.
At the same time, two familiar figures appeared at the door of the Song Family Pharmacy.
As soon as Dean Zhou arrived at his destination, he hurried towards the pharmacy.
Unfortunately, before he could take a few steps forward, he was stopped by a patient queuing at the door: "Uncle, what are you doing? Don't you know you can't cut in line when buying medicine?"
"I'm not..." Before Dean Zhou could explain, the people behind him started shouting.
"That's right, you're already grown up, and you're still cutting in line. You have no manners at all."
"Uncle, hurry up and line up at the back, or today's medicine will be sold out again."
"I'm not here to buy medicine." Dean Zhou finally said this.
Everyone present looked at Dean Zhou's half-bald forehead with expressions of disbelief.
There was a young girl who even whispered to the girl behind her, "Do you believe he's not here to buy medicine?"
"I don't believe it." The little sister said without hesitation: "He's already so bald, and he didn't come to the Song Family Pharmacy to buy medicine. Could it be that he's here to look for someone?"
It really is Dean Zhou who is looking for someone...
Yang Donghai coughed dryly a few times to suppress his laughter: "Director Zhou, do you want me to go in and talk to Doctor Song first?"
"No!" Dean Zhou pulled him and said, "Come in line with me."
"What?" Yang Donghai looked at him in disbelief: "I have to queue too?"
"Why, do you want to cut in line?"
As soon as these words fell, the people around them immediately looked towards them.
Under this backstabbing gaze, Yang Donghai had to experience the joy of queuing...
In the grape yard, Lu Chuanbei and others, who had been planting crops for an entire afternoon, returned home exhausted and lay down motionless.
Song Tiantian looked at Lu Chuanbei sitting on the chair and couldn't help but look at him worriedly: "Dad, are you okay?"
"It's okay." Lu Chuanbei, who was extremely tired, forced a smile and said to Song Tiantian comfortingly, "Dad is just a little tired."
"Then let me give you a massage." Song Tiantian hurried forward, clenched her fist, and tapped Lu Chuanbei's shoulder, which was still covered with sweat and salt. "Are you feeling better?"
"It's comfortable, but Daddy is all sweaty and smells bad..."
"Is there?" Song Tiantian leaned over and sniffed it carefully: "Yeah, it does smell a bit, but it doesn't matter, I don't dislike you~"
[Ahhh, this cute little baby voice, I’m gone! ]
[It’s so sweet! ]
[Even though you smell a bit smelly, I don't mind you. It's amazing that there are such sensible babies!]
[Here it comes, here comes the one who wants to trick me into giving birth to a daughter again! ]
[It’s a sure thing that a daughter is her father’s little cotton-padded jacket! ]
[When will God give me a little girl? This is so sweet! ]
[Look at my son who always complains about the mess in my house, and then look at Tiantian. Is it too late for me to have a daughter now?]
In front of the Song Family Pharmacy, Dean Zhou finally got to the front of the line. As soon as he entered, he heard the bad news coming from the front.
"What? Today's five black pills are gone?"
"How come it's sold out again? I've been queuing for three days and still can't buy it."
"No way, doctor, can't you put more Wuhei pills?"
"I'm so sorry, the Wuhei Pills are all handmade in our pharmacy. Due to lack of manpower, we can only make so many each day. I'm really sorry."
"Can't you add more people?"
"That's right, how can we stop making such useful pills just because we don't have enough manpower?"
"Doctor, you guys are still short of staff here, so do you think I can do it?"
"Yeah, yeah, I don't want a salary. You just need to give me the Five Black Pills. What do you think about it?"
"I'm sorry, our pharmacy has no plans to recruit any more people for the time being."
After being persuaded by the pharmacy boy, the patients who were blocking the door of the pharmacy left the pharmacy reluctantly, looking back every few steps.
The pharmacy boy breathed a sigh of relief and saw Dean Zhou and Yang Donghai still standing in front of him.
As soon as he saw Dean Zhou’s half-bald forehead, the pharmacy guy immediately realized that this was another patient who urgently needed to buy Wuhei Pills.
"Excuse me, sir. We have sold out of the Wuhei Pills today. If you need them, please come earlier tomorrow."
"Okay, no, I'm not here to buy Wuhei Pills." Dean Zhou was almost led astray. He quickly said to the pharmacy boy, "I'm here to see your director."
"Our director?" The pharmacist looked at him suspiciously. "It's no use trying to get close to our director. Our director doesn't have any Five Black Pills."
"No, I'm really not here to buy Wuhei Pills. If you don't believe me, ask your director to come out." Dean Zhou fumbled in his pocket for a few seconds, then pulled out a business card and handed it to the pharmacist: "This is my business card, please pass it on."
“Give me your business card…” The pharmacy guy was about to refuse when he saw the big words “Director of the First People’s Hospital” on the business card.
Upon seeing this, the young man was dumbfounded: "You, you are the director of the First People's Hospital?"
"Yes, I'm here to discuss something with your curator. Could you please pass on my business card?"
"Please wait a moment." The young man finally came to Grandpa Song's office with half belief and half doubt.
"Knock knock knock"
"Come in."
"Director, there's a guy at the door who claims to be the director of the First People's Hospital. He's lining up to buy Wuhei Pills from our pharmacy."
Dean Zhou, who had been completely misunderstood, felt a chill on his head: ...
"The director of the First People's Hospital?" Grandpa Song asked doubtfully, "Are you mistaken?"
"No, this is the business card he gave me, please take a look." The pharmacy boy hurriedly handed the business card to Grandpa Song.
Grandpa Song took the business card and glanced at it: "Come on, I'll go out and take a look."
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