She pretended not to understand and turned her head with a smile, "Young Master Zhao, is there something you need?"
Zhao Changqing was more shameless than she had imagined.
"Madam Han, what about the medicine?"
He Youyou answered quickly: "It's an ancestral secret recipe, lost to time, not for sale."
The hand holding her sleeve trembled slightly, but it didn't let go.
His hand seemed to be clenched tighter, and his knuckles were turning slightly white.
"Mrs. Han, how many bottles of this medicine do you have left? I'll buy them; you can name your price."
Because they were standing close, He Youyou could see his nose, which was red from wiping it so many times, just by looking up slightly.
The area around her nose, which was originally smooth and flawless, was even rubbed until it bled.
How could this guy be so ruthless to himself?
Why are you so rough when wiping someone's nose?
well!
Being soft-hearted is a woman's Achilles' heel.
He Youyou took out the bottle of medicine: "This is the only bottle, there are no more. You can use it first. Take it once in the morning and once before bed, and your stuffy nose will clear up immediately."
Zhao Changqing happily accepted the bottle, his joy evident in his expression.
Thank you!
"This is a potent medicine; do not use it excessively. Remember this well. Spray once each time, and no more than three times. Also, do not use it for more than five consecutive days, or there will be very serious consequences."
What are the consequences?
"For example, sudden nasal bleeding or something similar. In short, you can't use it for more than five days in a row. Just remember that. If you use it incorrectly and something goes wrong, don't blame me for not reminding you beforehand."
The main principle of this medicine is to constrict blood vessels, forcibly pulling back locally dilated blood vessels, thereby producing the effect of clearing the nasal passages.
Long-term use can cause side effects such as dry nasal mucosa, nasal bleeding, or drug-induced rhinitis.
He Youyou deliberately made it sound scary in order to frighten him.
"Okay, I've got it."
After receiving the medicine, Zhao Changqing's entire demeanor changed. He went from pleading to being calm, composed, and aloof once again.
"Madam Han, how much is the medicine? I won't take it for free, just name your price."
He Youyou's eyes darted around.
Do you need money?
How many should I get?
Ten thousand? One hundred thousand?
To be honest, although He Youyou is very willing to make money, when there's too much money, it's just a number.
Having handled hundreds of millions of dollars in venture capital over the years, she has become desensitized to large sums of money.
She likes money, but money doesn't give her the thrill she craves.
In other words, money is her bottom line; she can't do anything without it. This is a necessary condition for satisfying the underlying needs of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
However, the more money she had, the higher her ceiling for happiness became, to the point that... simply giving her money wasn't enough.
As she was pondering, she suddenly noticed the mink coat hanging next to her.
Zhao Changqing was wearing that very nice outfit.
His clothes were so elegant, they seemed to be blessed, exuding an irresistible air of nobility.
That day, she also told Ali that Zhao Changqing's mink coat was very nice and that she wanted to buy Ali the same one.
So she pointed to the mink coat and said, "Young Master Zhao, I don't need the money. I want to get one of these mink coats for Ali, but we can't find one this good in our rural area. Why don't you help me find one, as payment for the medicine I gave you?"
“Alright, that’s not difficult.” Zhao Changqing readily agreed. “Does Madam Han have any requirements regarding color and style?”
"The size should be based on Ahri's measurements, the color should be lighter than yours, suitable for a young person, and the style should be the same as yours."
"I will order someone to do it today." Zhao Changqing stood with his hands behind his back, full of self-satisfaction.
He Youyou didn't linger any longer and took her leave, saying, "Young Master Zhao, please take good care of yourself. I won't bother you any longer. If you need anything else, just tell the servants. I'll have someone bring you food around Shenshi (3-5 PM)."
Zhao Changqing watched her figure walk out of the room.
He held the bottle of medicine, examining it closely, but couldn't discern anything special.
He Youyou had secretly torn off the label on the medicine, leaving him with only a bare white bottle with some scraps of paper still attached.
He was curious, but curiosity was useless.
If you ask her, you will only get a perfunctory answer.
Overseas merchants, ancestral secret medicine, formula lost...
This woman has a lot of excuses when she wants to fool you.
In all his years, he had met women who were gentle, virtuous, or obedient, but he had never seen so many different kinds of women.
It's infuriating yet incredibly intriguing.
After putting the medicine away, he walked to the door and said to the servant in the courtyard, "Go and call Zuo Ming here."
Zuo Ming had been with him for many years and was reliable in his work, so this matter was still entrusted to him.
I calculated the time; there are still four or five days until Lunar New Year's Eve, so it should be enough.
As Lunar New Year's Eve approaches, every household is decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, pasting up bright red Spring Festival couplets and hanging festive lanterns, creating a joyous atmosphere.
Except for the Han family.
The Han family has recently experienced a death, so according to custom, no red decorations or colorful streamers are allowed, and all celebrations are cancelled.
He Youyou, the mistress of the house, has a very leisurely job.
Moreover, the Han family has no relatives or friends, so there is no need to handle festival gifts or welcoming and sending off guests.
Regarding this, she privately asked Butler Qian, "During our husband's lifetime, did he only have one friend, Young Master Zhao?"
The steward's expression was somewhat unnatural: "Yes, the late master only had one friend, Young Master Zhao."
He Youyou immediately understood. Her late husband was so aloof and didn't like to socialize that even her own housekeeper couldn't stand it.
On New Year's Eve, the sound of firecrackers crackling could be heard from neighboring villages.
There wasn't even a spark from the Han family's side.
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