The game has a logical closed loop

Take advantage of a man's weird competitiveness, such as "I'm not timid at all."

The game is designed to be very simple. Sign up on the spot and every five people are randomly divided into a group and numbered 1 to 5. A Mongolian doctor at the booth will take the pulse of each person in turn. The one with the most severe symptoms of kidney deficiency among the five people will raise the corresponding number.

There is no reward if you win, but it proves that your kidney is better than others and you feel proud. But if you lose, you have to buy medicine, and one pill costs 1.2 yuan, which is not cheap.

Pills?

Yes, it is this Mongolian medicine factory that produces and sells Chinese medicine pills: Zuogui Pills and Yougui Pills. Zuogui Pills are used to treat kidney yin deficiency, while Yougui Pills are used to treat kidney yang deficiency.

When Shen Roujiao and Zhou Huaiyue arrived, the Mongolian doctor was checking the pulse of the fifth participant. He was tall and strong, with a voice like a bell. Among the four people standing next to him, one was thin and small. Everyone felt that there was no suspense in this group, and the most vain one must be the short one.

After all five were selected, the stall staff asked everyone to give their answers. Some said number three, some said number four, but the most popular choice was still number two, who was short and thin.

"Then let's look at the final answer. Doctor, please raise the sign."

Amid the crowd's onlookers, the Mongolian doctor revealed the number, which turned out to be number five, tall and strong!

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Fry the pan on site.

Discussions and questions arose everywhere.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The previously arrogant No. 5 now felt embarrassed and said, "There must be something wrong with the pulse diagnosis. Let's do it again."

He straightened his back and shouted, vowing to wash away the shame of his weak kidney.

But the Mongolian doctor shook his head, crossed his arms over his chest, leaned back in his chair, and looked as if he had nothing to do with the excitement.

This stall has a rule: never make a second visit!

If not for being absolutely confident in their own diagnosis results, no one would dare to set such a rule at a pharmaceutical trade fair where so many experts gather.

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It's exciting and worth watching.

"You don't want to diagnose me, right? I'll find someone to diagnose me myself."

It was originally a game, but when it came to the real thing, people watched the excitement and held their breath to hear Gao Dazhuang say to the packed crowd: "Is there anyone who can take a pulse? Please come out and check the pulse."

There was silence and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Those who don't know how to take a pulse wait for the response, while those who know how to take a pulse calculate in their minds to see how confident they are. If their level is not as good as that of the Mongolian doctor, they will be the ones to be embarrassed.

Suddenly, "He, he will!"

Everyone's eyes swept over and saw Shen Roujiao pointing at Zhou Huaiyue next to her with excitement on her face.

But Zhou Huaiyue had a blank expression on his face and did not move at all. He would not join in such a bustle. But after a few seconds, he still sat down in the booth with a red face.

Just because of Shen Roujiao's words and an admiring look.

"My dear sir, you are amazing! You know everything!"

In public, she called him dear, called him sir, praised him, and looked at him with admiration. Zhou Huaiyue's desire to express himself instantly exploded.

Admiration is a man's ultimate weapon. Zhou Huaiyue had no resistance to Shen Roujiao's overwhelming admiration and recognition of him, and his legs stepped forward involuntarily.

The Mongolian doctor stood up and gave up his seat.

Zhou Huaiyue felt the pulse of the five men in turn. Although No. 2 was short and thin, his pulse was strong, neither floating nor sinking, and it was smooth whether pressed lightly or hard. No. 5 was tall and strong, his pulse was deep, sluggish and weak, and it needed to be pressed hard to feel it. His Yang Qi was insufficient and his pulse was weak, which was a typical state of Yang deficiency.

After the re-examination, when Zhou Huaiyue was about to raise his number plate, the staff member quickly held his hand and asked, "Which pharmaceutical factory are you from?"

"Sanhua Pharmaceutical."

“Can you be responsible for your own diagnosis?”

"Can."

"Have we met before?"

“No.”

The staff shook their fingers and said loudly, "Everyone heard it, we don't know him, he is from Sanhua Pharmaceutical Factory. If the result of the double pulse is the same, what should No. 5 do?"

"Buy medicine." Number Five held his head high and agreed readily. He was full of confidence in the upcoming results. He was definitely not the most vain one.

“What if the recurrent pulse results are different?” someone in the crowd asked the key question.

"There is still a third round. Let's find another expert to recover."

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Shen Roujiao was a little nervous at the moment. The staff's questions seemed to be about avoiding suspicion, but in fact, their intention was obvious. All the pressure was on Zhou Huaiyue: the result would be the same, if it was different, there would be another one. If he got slapped in the face, it would not only be a loss for herself, but also for Sanhua Pharmaceutical.

Judging from the situation, everyone knows what to choose.

Joining in the fun and participating in the game are two different mentalities. Shen Roujiao was worried about Zhou Huaiyue. He was stubborn and didn't know how to adapt, and he simply ignored the twists and turns involved.

"Mr. Sanhua, please show your number plate."

"Number 5!" the audience shouted.

"It's still number 5!" the staff member said.

Shen Roujiao let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately the answer was the same, otherwise it would not be fun.

"Impossible, impossible!" Number Five turned his back on his friend, becoming increasingly stubborn and objecting to the result once again.

Zhou Huaiyue was unhappy. He stood up and said in a sharp voice: "The pulse is fine. The result will be the same if I check it again."

The seriousness in his eyes, although extremely handsome, could not hide Shen Roujiao's regret. She should not have let him join in the fun. This game was designed with a logical closed loop. Whoever stepped forward would be in trouble.

If the diagnosis is the same, it shows that the Mongolian doctor has superb medical skills; if the diagnosis is different, it makes oneself look bad and embarrassing.

For example, now, the tall and strong one ignores the stares from the crowd and insists on having another round.

"I'll do it."

A man wearing black-framed glasses, who was polite and looked more like a Chinese medicine doctor than a Chinese medicine doctor, spoke and tried to make way in front of the stall, but was stopped by the staff.

"Don't be impatient! Number Five, it happens once or twice, but not three or four times. I'll tell you the unpleasant things first. Will you accept any result?"

Gao Dazhuang was hesitant to speak, but people at the scene urged him to agree quickly. They said that a man's kidney deficiency can be cured, but a weak heart cannot. Forced to this point, No. 5 nodded heavily.

"You're welcome."

Black-framed Glasses examined very slowly and seriously, taking the longest time, which aroused everyone's curiosity. Even the staff who wanted to ask more questions were stopped and asked to announce the results quickly.

"Number five!"

After a burst of exclamations, there was a burst of laughter.

Gao Dazhuang was completely ashamed. He lowered his head as low as possible, mumbling something as he took out a pill that cost two yuan.

"Doctor, is it Zuogui Wan or Yougui Wan?" The staff member took the money from No. 5 and asked the doctor who was taking the pulse.

Unexpectedly, the Mongolian doctor stared at Zhou Huaiyue and his black-framed glasses and asked, "Is the pulse yin deficiency or yang deficiency?"

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The relaxed atmosphere suddenly became tense again.

Shen Roujiao felt that she had fallen into a trap set by the game designer and was at his mercy.

"Yang deficiency is obvious." Zhou Huaiyue said.

"Yang Xu." The man in black-framed glasses replied.

The Mongolian doctor smiled, sat down, and pointed to the medicine box on the right, "For yang deficiency, use Yougui Pills."

Number Five, Gao Dazhuang, took the pill and walked away in shame.

The staff introduced the medicine in a timely manner: "Our authentic Mongolian medicine formula. If you are afraid of heat, irritable, angry, yellow urine and small amount, use Zuogui Pills; if you are afraid of cold, weak, sore waist and knees, and get up frequently at night, use Yougui Pills; one pill is equivalent to three pills, and major hospitals and medical distributors from all over the country are welcome to purchase."

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An expert, definitely an expert!

This marketing campaign was designed to attract people and promote products. The key is that it does not talk to itself. It establishes authority and builds up a personal image on the spot. You can't help but believe it.

I had a bold guess in my mind and urgently needed Shen Roujiao to confirm it.

As the crowd burst into applause, the other participants in the game left the booth one after another, and Zhou Huaiyue returned to Shen Roujiao.

After the lively viewing, the two walked towards the exhibition hall. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Are you also diagnosed with No. 5?"

"Yes, the Mongolian doctor's diagnosis is very accurate." Zhou Huaiyue didn't understand why she asked that.

"I understand. Huaiyue, do you think the order volume for their medicine for treating kidney deficiency is high?"

"I can only say that Mongolian doctors are amazing, but as for the medicine, I can't tell whether it's good or bad."

"If you recognize a doctor, you will recognize his medicine. I'll ask someone to check their order volume."

Back at the exhibition hall of Benyuan County, Shen Roujiao asked the person who was in charge of the medicine exchange in the county to inquire about the data of the Mongolian medicine factory. At the same time, she asked the two people who made soup to secretly investigate who was the person who came up with the game at the Mongolian medicine factory.

If her guess is correct, she will definitely hire this marketing genius.

At the close of the first day of the exhibition, the order data reported by the Benyuan County Pavilion was 1.35 million, of which 800,000 were for medicinal materials, 350,000 for Southern Pharmaceutical Factory, 100,000 for Xiaoyao Pills, and 100,000 for Sanhua Pharmaceutical.

Shen Roujiao, who was attending the pharmaceutical trade fair for the first time, had no idea about the data. It was not until around ten o'clock in the evening when she got the list of the top 100 in terms of transaction volume that she was somewhat shocked.

The top 100 are all state-owned companies with a monopoly. The top 10 are the largest pharmaceutical companies. China National Pharmaceutical Group, which has five state-owned pharmaceutical companies under its umbrella, ranks second with a daily order volume of 7.8 million.

The Mongolian medicine factory's data was 780,000. As a private pharmaceutical factory, their data performance was very good.

The county staff member who was explaining and analyzing the data noticed Shen Roujiao's frustration and consoled her: The staff at the pharmaceutical fair said that more price comparisons took place on the first day, and the second and third mornings were the peak trading periods. The government-planned orders from state-owned pharmaceutical companies were not reliable for reference, and private pharmaceutical companies themselves did not have an advantage, so their role was more of a publicity one.

Shen Roujiao, who refused to admit defeat, would not listen to him at all. The next morning, she found a cardboard and asked Zhou Huaiyue to write a sign on the spot: The Essence of Taoist Medicine, Taoist Miraculous Prescriptions.

Take out a set of clothes from your luggage and take them with you when you go out in case of emergency.

"Can you not wear it?" Zhou Huaiyue put his arms around Shen Roujiao's waist, speaking softly with a hint of coquettishness. He tried to stop her with coquettishness.

"Business is more important. It's OK for others to play games. I just wear clothes. It's much simpler."

Last night, she and Zhou Huaiyue reviewed the entire game again and both felt that the man in the black-framed glasses should be one of their own. Even if the second person's diagnosis was different, they could still control the final result.

"But I don't want them to look at you strangely. Roujiao, can we not place an order?" Zhou Huaiyue coaxed her again and again in an almost begging tone.

"You can't just say no. I'll try it for a day. If it doesn't work, I won't wear it tomorrow, okay?" Although he was determined to take a risky move, he still spoke softly to coax her.

"Then can you still hold my hand?" he asked eagerly.

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Headache.

Wear a Taoist robe and hold his hand.

I'm afraid that he is being looked at more than myself. I don't even have time to hide, and I'm holding hands.

If he is not embarrassed, who is embarrassed? ?