After Zhao Dongliang made a phone call and gave a few instructions, not long after, the head office manager in charge of logistics directed several employees to set up a small pavilion at the entrance of Hantang Pharmacy.

Under Zou Ping's surprised gaze, Qi Hao found a pen and paper and wrote two lines of big characters **Feng Wu.

"Yin Nourishing Lung Ointment, an ancestral folk prescription, specializes in treating various lung diseases and respiratory diseases!"

"One cup relieves cough and reduces phlegm, one cup reduces inflammation and clears the lungs. Long-term use can cure the root problem, and it can also nourish yin and nourish the kidneys!"

Although Qi Hao has low academic qualifications, he has been practicing calligraphy since he was a child, and he even won the grand prize in calligraphy competitions before. Especially after the blood jade entered his body, his subtle control over his body was much better than before, and he could even write more words.

A touch of everyone's charm.

Since it was a weekend, there were many people at the ****** in the morning. Many passers-by who passed by Hantang Pharmacy saw Qi Hao’s sign. Many were curious and asked many questions, but one of them was willing to pay.

No.

The reason is very simple. This kid is too young. Who dares to believe his lies? Unless he started studying medicine right from his mother's womb!

But Qi Hao is not in a hurry. As the saying goes, if the alley is deep, there will always be someone who knows the goods!

Half an hour later, many people started to stop in front of Qi Hao's stall.

One of them, a fat middle-aged man, wiped his sweat, pointed at the wooden board and asked with a smile: "Little boy, did you write this? You don't have a gentle tone? Why is this folk remedy so powerful?"

"Not to mention, the writing of this word is really good!" Next to this person, a skinny man like a hemp rod came over and asked: "How do you sell this nourishing yin and moisturizing lung ointment? I have been working for the past two days.

My cough is not getting better even if I take medicine."

Qi Hao didn't play tricks, he directly took out a jar of nourishing yin and moisturizing ointment, poured half a cup into a disposable paper cup and handed it to the man, saying: "Try it first, and then buy it if it works. If it doesn't, it doesn't cost any money."

"Oh? It smells pretty good." The numb man felt a refreshing fragrance in his nose, and suddenly his mouth was filled with saliva. Without thinking much, he raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The next second, the numb man's reaction was similar to that of Old Seventh Uncle. His expression was quite exciting. The cool stimulation in his throat made him choke violently for a few breaths, and then he looked at Qi Hao in surprise.

What's going on? Is this?

Under the confused gazes of the onlookers, it took a while for the numb man to regain his composure. He gave Qi Hao a thumbs up and said, "Good guy, it's so cool, comfortable, comfortable! My breathing is much smoother, and I don't want to think about it anymore."

I have a cough! Young man, how do you sell this decoction?"

Qi Hao smiled naively: "One hundred cups, one thousand cans, no bargaining."

Damn it! What the hell is that? Just one hundred thousand yuan? When the crowd watching the fun heard this, they were all shocked. They only earn a hundred yuan for a day's work! This young man is crazy about money.

?

Everyone looked at the poor man to see if he would be taken advantage of. Even the pharmacy staff and Zou Ping who were watching were secretly stunned. The old brand of emergency syrup in their store only sold for 20 to 31 yuan.

Bottle, more than half a cup.

Only Zhao Dongliang was thoughtful, but he felt that Qi Hao's idea was correct. There is a saying that rare things are valuable, and conversely, it can also be said that rare things are rare!

If the medicine is too cheap, others will not believe that it is effective!

"So, I just drank half a cup and made fifty?" At this time, the stupid man smiled. At first, he thought it was a bit expensive, but when he recalled the effect just now, he felt that it was well worth the money.

Worth it, it’s reasonably expensive!

"Wait a minute, little kid. I'm going to get the money. I happen to have a friend who might also be interested." The man didn't do any ink, so he turned around and left. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with glasses came back.

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"Ahem, Lao Zhang, that's what you're talking about? How can this young boy be reliable?" the middle-aged man with glasses asked. Seeing the tall man nodding solemnly, he coughed and said to Qi Hao, "Young man, ahem.

, please pour some for me to try first."

When Qi Hao saw that he was coughing badly, he was not afraid that he was just taking medicine, so he generously poured a whole cup for him.

A few seconds later, the reaction of the middle-aged man with glasses was even more exaggerated than that of the man with a ponytail. He breathed loudly and even performed an impromptu Tai Chi breathing exercise. Then he said with a look of surprise:

"It feels so good! It feels so damn good! Ever since I got this damn chronic bronchitis, I haven't breathed so smoothly for a long time!"

Then he looked at Qi Hao with burning eyes: "Little boy, ah no, little brother, how do you sell this nourishing yin and nourishing lung ointment? I want it!"

Before Qi Hao could open his mouth, the fat man said first, "This little brother just said, one hundred cups, one thousand cans."

The middle-aged man with glasses did not hesitate at all, and said to Qi Hao: "Drink a few more cans of Baogan, right? OK, give me six cans! Not to mention a thousand and one cans, this ointment of yours must really cure my old illness of more than ten years."

, it will be no problem to give you another 10,000 when the time comes!"

As he said that, he took out a pile of brand new old people's heads from his bag and counted sixty of them to Qi Hao. As expected, he looked like a man with a lot of money.

But if Uncle Qi was here, he would understand the hardships of middle-aged people with glasses. Chronic bronchitis is really ineffective with Western medicine. It comes back intermittently, and you have to eat all kinds of taboos. More than ten years is not enough.

Human!

Wow!

Seeing the bespectacled middle-aged man who looked like a big boss, he immediately took out 6,000 yuan and bought six cans of nourishing yin and moisturizing lung ointment. The onlookers were astonished. Just six cans of something like black paste, worth 6,000 yuan?

Could it be that he was a bastard?

However, this was not over yet. Some people who were still waiting and watching saw that the "taken advantage of" took the lead, and some old smokers who often coughed came up to have a taste. After tasting the immediate and wonderful effect, most of them paid for it.

One cup.

After trying the effect, some even bought a whole can when they thought of patients with chronic lung disease at home. Although a thousand yuan is not cheap, health is more priceless!

In less than an hour, more than 20 cans of Nourishing Yin and Nourishing Lung Cream were basically sold out. Qi Hao made a rough estimate and found that the income had already exceeded 20,000 yuan!

"Little boy, I heard that you have a special medicine for lung disease? Do you have any more? Give me some." The lively activity in Qi Hao's stall constantly attracted onlookers to join in.

"I'm sorry, uncle, it's all sold out today." However, Qi Hao only cooked these two large pots of soup and left two cans to discuss cooperation with Zhao Dongliang, so he could only say sorry to the latecomers.

After packing his things, Qi Hao raised the corner of his mouth slightly and waved to Zhao Dongliang while the latecomers expressed regretful admiration. He waved to Zhao Dongliang the money he had just earned for medicine, a total of twenty-two thousand yuan. Although these days, a household worth ten thousand yuan is no longer worth mentioning.

, but you can earn 20,000 yuan a day. Isn’t this income killing white-collar workers in first-tier cities every minute?

Zhao Dongliang already had enough confidence in him, but the miraculous effect and fiery response of this Yin Nourishing Lung Ointment still shocked him. You must know that one thousand yuan is not a lot, almost worth three cents of an average working-class person.

one’s salary.

After thinking about it, apart from the fact that the plaster itself is miraculous in its efficacy and value for money, it can only be attributed to the fact that today’s hospitals, no matter how big or small, are terrible! Treating a pneumonia, cough or something can easily cost thousands of dollars!

Zhao Dongliang was shocked, and his heart suddenly became hot. He looked at Qi Hao as if he were looking at a moving gold mine.

Qi Hao smiled slightly, it seemed that this trip would not be in vain.

"Haozi, does this medicine have any side effects?" After returning to the office upstairs, Zhao Dongliang calmed down and asked.

"Brother Zhao, don't worry, it's all made from Chinese herbal medicine and there are absolutely no side effects. To be honest, this is the secret recipe that I finally recovered from. If I didn't trust Brother Zhao as a person, I wouldn't dare to take it out easily."

Qi Hao knew that Zhao Dongliang was already interested, so he stopped beating around the bush and directly made his own terms, "If Brother Zhao is willing to cooperate, I will provide the product and you will be responsible for the packaging and promotion, and we will split it 50-50."

"Haozi, I am very optimistic about the market for this nourishing yin and moisturizing ointment, but my channels can only help you with sales, production, packaging and promotion. I am not good at it. So, please wait a moment, I will call two friends over.

, one of them is in the health care product business, and the other is in the pharmaceutical factory. If we can cooperate with them, there will be great potential for this!"

Zhao Dongliang is indeed an elite in the business world and has a wide network of contacts. After a little manipulation, he has a more feasible plan.

"Okay." Qi Hao agreed. If the negotiation can really be concluded, then everything from production and packaging to promotion and sales will be done. After all, once the market opens, he can't rely on him to boil the ointment day and night and then carry it.

Will the county sell it?

As for the feasibility of mass production, Qi Hao has long been confident. Although the Yin Beetle has disappeared, there are many alternatives recorded in the prescription, which can be found on the barren hills of Qishui Village. However, the effect is slightly less effective. He will only be responsible for it when the time comes.
Chapter completed!