Chapter 15: Stealing Chickens Doesn't Make Rice
When Du Chengbo learned about this, he was immediately furious.
The big guys are not stupid, how can there be such a coincidence in the world?
If there was no accident before, there would be no accident later, and there was an accident during the business war between Hanging Huju and Jishitang.
And the biggest beneficiary of the whole thing happens to be Jishitang.
To say that there are no ghosts here, he is a hundred unbelievers.
"Master, how is it now?"
"The business of Hanging Huju has not been good recently, and now there is this kind of thing, I'm afraid it is... I'm afraid it won't be long before the store closes. β
The butler said, worried.
When Du Chengbo heard this, he was anxious, but he was helpless.
Thinking about it, I only thought of one trick.
"Stupid! If they can send people to get us, why can't we send people to get them? β
"Find someone to pretend to be sick at Jishitang right away, just like their people are doing in our store today, understand?"
When the housekeeper heard this, his eyes lit up, and he finally felt that he finally had some hope, and immediately nodded yes.
After the housekeeper left, the capital city let out a long sigh.
It's a no-brainer, but it's working.
At that time, the two families can be regarded as returning to the same starting line, as long as they come up with some new medicines, I am afraid it will be enough to compete with Jishitang.
And the new medicine..., it is said that the knife wound medicine on the Jin side is very good and has a miraculous effect.
Do you want to buy the recipe?
There is also Chen Guo's aphrodisiac, which also works very well, and although this thing doesn't see much light, the sales will definitely not be bad.
But no matter what, we have to get through the current difficulties first.
Du Chengbo looked at the sunset outside the window, his eyes full of worry.
Myself, it's still too late.
Who would have thought that Li Changkong, the grandson, would start so quickly.
The cruel words I made last night will come tomorrow morning.
It's an eight-hundred-mile fast horse, and I'm afraid it's not as fast as him.
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The next morning, Jishitang.
With the advent of one new medicine after another, Jishitang's business has improved a lot, and even the decoration has been redone, which looks a lot more atmospheric.
If you have a little more money, you can stay in a private room and wait for an appointment with a doctor.
If you are a little overstretched, you can only check the pulse in the lobby and then make a diagnosis.
This is also one of the suggestions put forward by Li Changkong, and I have to say that it has been fruitful.
Turnover has risen quite a bit.
On this day, a pale scholar in a green shirt was helped and staggered in.
This person looked tired, his face was haggard, and he looked like a sick seedling.
As soon as the supporter beside him entered the Jishi Hall, he shouted loudly: "The shopkeeper, the shopkeeper comes out!" β
"You Jishitang has cured my brother badly, you have to give an explanation anyway."
When Zhang Quan heard this, his heart suddenly chuckled.
It seems that the prince of the world is thinking well, and this person is afraid that the person who came is not good.
"Cure your brother? Where does this begin? Zhang Quanquan raised his face, raised his voice, and said.
In any case, the momentum cannot be weakened.
And he knew it in his heart, since the prince came, he instructed all the doctors that if it was an uncertain disease, it would rather not be treated, and it should never be treated indiscriminately.
So this thing is eighty percent fake, and the other party is just looking for a reason.
When the man saw Zhang Quan coming out, the corners of his mouth immediately raised, and after looking around, he deliberately said in a loud voice: "My brother came to you a few days ago to see a doctor. β
"As a result, not long after I went back, I saw that it was going to die."
"Fortunately, thanks to the treatment of the Hanging Pot Doctor, I picked up half my life."
"After this incident, you Jishitang are reasonable, and you have to give an explanation!"
When Zhang Quan heard this, he sneered and said, "Are you sure that your brother was healed in our Jishitang first, and not went to the Hanging Pot House first?" β
"Naturally, I remember clearly, my brother was first cured by you, and then he was healed by the divine doctor of the Hanging Pot House."
"Really?"
"Clearly!"
"No other possibility?"
"There is no other possibility!"
Zhang Quan heard the other party's words, and the corners of his mouth suddenly raised, throwing out a killer idea.
"In that case, then take the prescription."
"I already knew that you were going to use this to shirk it, the prescription, I took it with me early in the morning, and I took it to see!" The man's voice grew louder and louder, and he held up a prescription written clearly in black and white for the people to circulate.
"Black and white, written clearly, it was opened by your Jishitang! Now, what else do you have to say? The man looked arrogant, as if he was standing on the commanding heights of morality, and unscrupulously condemned Jishitang.
In his opinion, if this happens, the people will definitely support him.
Because yesterday was like this, the people's support for the patients was almost one-sided, and it was useless to explain it.
Today, it won't come as a surprise.
However, after waiting for a long time, I found that there was only one voice, and no one spoke for me.
What's going on?
The man looked around, but saw that the patients gathered around to see the excitement were all looking at him with very strange eyes.
It's like, I'm watching a play, and it's like, I'm watching a monkey.
This... How so?
Could it be that these people are hard-hearted?
The man especially didn't believe in evil, and shouted loudly: "Everyone come to evaluate the reasoning, they have healed people in Jishitang, and now they still don't admit it!" β
As he spoke, there was silence.
The people still looked at him with monkey eyes.
On the contrary, a person walked out of the back hall of Jishitang, stretched his waist, and replied a little boredly: "You don't have a seal on this prescription, let's say, did you send you from the Hanging Huju?" β
The person who came was Li Changkong, and he expected that Du Chengbo might make trouble, so in the past few days, he would come to Jishitang during the day.
Just in case something happens, Zhang Quan can't handle it.
Now it seems that he was completely overthinking.
Du Chengbo's methods are clumsy, naΓ―ve, and even ridiculous.
Since I, Li Changkong, dare to use such means to deal with you, how can I be defenseless?
"Seals? What stamps? The man was stunned, and felt that things seemed to be completely beyond his expectations.
"All the prescriptions prescribed by Jishitang have such a chapter." Zhang Quan walked out and took out a real prescription, only to see that the three words "Jishitang" written in small block letters were printed on it, showing the authenticity and falsehood.
When the man saw it, he swallowed his saliva and felt a chill down his spine.
"Whoever sent you, tell me honestly."
"Otherwise, ......, you will ruin my business for no reason, and you really can't think of Jishitang as mud?" Li Changkong said.
Zhen Jian understood, stepped forward directly, kicked the man in the chest, and kicked him to the ground.
The man looked at the big man coming from all around, and he couldn't help but feel a wave of despair in his heart.
Finished!