fictionpage Chapter 107 The Art of Ribbon-Cutting and the Quantum IQ Tax
Chapter 107 The Art of Ribbon-Cutting and the Quantum IQ Tax
The mornings at Renxin Pharmacy are usually awakened by two sounds: the muffled sound of Guan Shan lifting a millstone in the backyard, and the crisp sound of Boss Liu clinking the beads on his abacus.
Today, there's a new sound – the hoarse voice of expert Liu Yizhen on TV.
"...Everyone should be wary! Some so-called 'medicinal cuisine' uses the guise of traditional Chinese medicine but is actually just a hodgepodge! The vegetables look so uniform because they've been injected with hormones! They're monsters that defy the laws of nature!"
Behind the counter, Wang Minyu held a stainless steel tea mug, blew away a few goji berries floating on the water, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
Last night, he stayed up until 3 a.m. to study the cell wall structure of that "obsessive-compulsive vegetable".
"Boss, this old man has been cursing on TV for three days straight," Li Siyuan complained as he wiped the counter, the rag squeaking against the glass. "Our sales haven't dropped, but there are so many middle-aged women at the door filming videos with their phones to get attention. It's so annoying."
"Let him curse." Wang Minyu took a sip of water, the warm liquid sliding down his esophagus, and sighed comfortably. "Even bad news is still news. Kangmei Pharmaceutical paid to help us win, we have to accept that favor."
Su Qing came down from the second floor, carrying an insulated box containing vegetable samples that were to be sent for testing that day.
She glanced at the TV: "That Liu Yizhen has puffy eyes, speaks with shortness of breath, and lacks energy. The 'quantum health cup' he's holding is made of high borosilicate glass, and its factory price is no more than fifteen yuan."
"Professional." Wang Minyu gave a thumbs up.
Just then, a very eye-catching pink sports car pulled up in front of the door.
It was Shen Ruobing, the socialite whose face had been healed last time. Today, she didn't bring any bodyguards and was carrying an exquisite gift box.
"Dr. Wang!" Shen Ruobing took off her sunglasses. After the expensive filler on her face was squeezed out, her skin was still a little loose, but her complexion was much rosier. "I heard that guy surnamed Liu is targeting you? I was also scammed by him! Last year I bought 300,000 yuan worth of 'stem cell rejuvenation injections' from him, and I had a fever for half a month after the injection."
She placed the gift box on the counter: "This is new tea from this year that my dad asked me to deliver. By the way, could you... could you also get me a membership card for that 'Midnight Diner'?"
Wang Minyu glanced at the gift box; it was a large red robe, top-quality.
"No card, just facial recognition." Wang Minyu accepted the tea leaves. "Since Miss Shen is being so polite, I can't refuse. Guan Shan, stop practicing and change your clothes."
A loud crash came from the backyard. Guan Shan put down the millstone, walked out shirtless, his muscles radiating heat like granite: "Where are you going? To fight?"
"In a civilized society, why are you fighting?" Wang Minyu pulled out a large, half-meter-long, gold-plated pair of scissors used for ribbon-cutting from a drawer and tossed them to Guan Shan. "Let's go 'cut the ribbon' for Expert Liu's health center."
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Kangmei Health Experience Center is located in the most bustling part of the city center. It is decorated in a magnificent style, and two stone lions stand majestically at the entrance.
The hall was packed with elderly people listening to the lecture. Liu Yizhen was standing on the stage, enthusiastically promoting a "nanomagnetic levitation therapy bed".
"This bed utilizes the latest aerospace technology. Lying on it for just ten minutes will unblock your meridians and cure all ailments! Originally priced at 98,000, it's on special today for only 28,000!"
The elderly people in the audience had their eyes light up and pulled out their pension passbooks one after another.
When Wang Minyu and his group walked in, the security guard initially wanted to stop them, but upon seeing Guan Shan's towering figure and the huge, gleaming pair of scissors in his hand, he swallowed back his "Please show your identification" and instead said "Welcome."
Wang Minyu, wearing a faded white lab coat, strolled to the front row with his hands in his pockets.
Su Qing, dressed in a black trench coat, followed behind with a cold expression, like an assassin.
Li Siyuan and Zhao Na, on the other hand, looked like two awkward followers, keeping their heads down and not daring to look at anyone.
"Hey, isn't this Expert Liu?" Wang Minyu's voice wasn't loud, but it sounded particularly abrupt in the hall with its excellent amplification.
Liu Yizhen was stunned for a moment, and after seeing who it was, his face instantly darkened: "Wang Minyu? What are you doing here? This is a science lecture, not a place for quacks."
"Don't misunderstand, I'm here to learn." Wang Minyu walked onto the stage with a smile, casually patting the physiotherapy bed. "I heard you have high-tech equipment here, so I came to see for myself. Is this the bed that can cure all diseases?"
"Of course! This is a national patent!" Liu Yizhen puffed out his chest.
Wang Minyu nodded, then suddenly turned to the elderly people below the stage: "Grandpas and grandmas, this bed is great! It has magnets inside that can attract money."
The audience erupted in laughter.
Liu Yizhen roared, "What nonsense are you spouting! Security! Security!"
"Don't rush." Wang Minyu took a coin out of his pocket and placed it on the physiotherapy bed.
The coin didn't budge. "Magnetic levitation? The magnetism can't even lift a coin? Dr. Liu, are you controlling this magnetism with your mind?"
He leaned closer to Liu Yizhen, lowering his voice, but the microphone picked it up perfectly: "Also, Dr. Liu, your left eyebrow is higher than your right, and your mouth droops to the left when you speak. Isn't that a sequela of facial nerve palsy? You haven't even cured your own problem, how can you have the nerve to sell a bed for 28,000 yuan?"
Liu Yizhen instinctively covered his face: "You...you're slandering me!"
"And another thing," Wang Minyu pointed to the sandalwood prayer beads on Liu Yizhen's wrist, "wearing this bracelet for a long time has caused carpal tunnel syndrome and median nerve compression, which is why your little finger was raised when you held the microphone just now. This isn't a delicate finger gesture; it's a medical condition."
The elderly people in the audience began to whisper among themselves.
Although they don't understand medicine, watching the excitement is their instinct.
"Guan Shan." Wang Minyu took a step back.
Guan Shan stepped forward and raised the huge pair of scissors.
"What...what are you going to do!" Liu Yizhen was so frightened that she took two steps back and almost tripped on the physiotherapy bed.
"I see that the red ribbon for your grand opening hasn't been completely cut yet, so I'll help you with a little ceremony." Wang Minyu pointed to a banner hanging behind the physiotherapy bed that read "Designated Product of the World Health Organization".
A "click" sound.
With a swift stroke of his knife, Guan Shan severed the red banner, revealing a small sign hidden behind it: "Special Supply to Yiwu Small Commodities Wholesale Market."
The entire venue was deathly silent.
Three seconds later, an older woman screamed, "Give me my money back! That's a two-dollar store item!"
The area is closed.
Before the chaos erupted, Wang Minyu led his disciples to retreat quietly, concealing their achievements.
Stepping out the door, Li Siyuan let out a long sigh of relief: "Master, that was awesome! But why is that sign behind us?"
"When Su Qing went in just now, she casually loosened the fig leaf on her head a little," Wang Minyu stretched. "Remember, when you slap someone in the face, you have to hit their weak spot. For this kind of swindler, exposing his body is worse than exposing his products. Because in the eyes of patients, a doctor's own health is the best 'good guy'."
On the system panel, the emotion value began to jump wildly: [Taunt +500] [Anger +1000 (Liu Yizhen)] [Awakening +2000 (The Deceived Elderly)] .
"Let's go back to the shop." Wang Minyu rubbed his stomach. "Pierre tried making a new dish today, I think it was 'Coriander Chocolate Lava Cake,' and Guanshan ate it all if we got back late."