Chapter 50: The Explosive Sales Scene

  The website for online ordering of Yu Zu has been handed over to Qiao Zi'an, and it is expected to be put into use after a period of time.

  "How come you still don't allow us to take these seals out of the store?" The middle-aged woman looked puzzled.

  "Now the scalpers are everywhere, if there wasn't this restriction, I'm afraid that all the talismans in my shop would be snapped up by them, and then many patients wouldn't be able to buy any." Yang Qing explained with a smile.

  "What you said is also true. But my husband is seriously ill, he can't even get out of bed now!" The middle-aged woman first nodded in agreement, then began to worry again.

  "You can use a wheelchair to push your husband over, it's just a bit more trouble," Yang Qing suggested.

  Thinking of her husband growing thinner on his sickbed and their family becoming increasingly impoverished, the middle-aged woman made up her mind to bring him here for a look.

  "I'll go back now and bring my husband over. Little brother, I hope your talisman really works, don't let us be disappointed."

  "Don't worry! We've made such a big publicity, it's not just for cheating tens of thousands and running away." Yang Qing said with a smile.

  After the middle-aged woman left, there were successive patients' families who came to buy talismans, but they were all informed by Yang Qing that the talismans were not allowed to be taken out of the store and could only be used on the spot.

  Under such demands, most people start to hesitate. They believe in the mysterious and intangible things of Feng Shui because their loved ones are already seriously ill and conventional methods have no solution.

  In this case, every move of the patient is undoubtedly a great adventure, and the result of the failure of the adventure is not what they can bear.

  As for those patients who can move around, who would believe in such a vague and illusory thing just because of newspaper reports?

  Although they are unwilling to take risks, these people are also unwilling to leave. They are waiting for a patient to be cured in front of them, and only then will they have the confidence to bring their relatives over for treatment.

  In everyone's expectation, the middle-aged woman who had just arrived was now carefully pushing a wheelchair into the store.

  Seeing this scene, the people around were shocked and quickly cleared a path.

  The middle-aged man sitting in a wheelchair was pale, thin and weak, his hands and feet involuntarily trembling slightly, obviously suffering from a serious illness.

  Just wait a bit and see if this middle-aged man is cured or not, then they can make a decision.

  "Little brother, my husband has Parkinson's disease. I want to buy a talisman that can cure him." The middle-aged woman pushed her husband to the counter and took a deep breath before speaking to Yang Qing.

  Yang Qing handed over a fake Samsung phone and smiled: "One hundred thousand yuan!"

  Ten minutes later, when the white light dissipated, a middle-aged man with a ruddy complexion stood up from his wheelchair, and the people around him became excited.

  When they saw the same expression on the people around them, they immediately reacted and all ran out of the store without exception.

  Just now, they already knew from Yang Qing that this store only had 480 talismans every day, and there were only 80 that could cure terminal illnesses.

  While those people rushed out of the door, the middle-aged woman and her husband kept thanking Yang Qing.

  "You don't need to thank me, I've taken your money, so of course I'll cure your illness."

  Although Yang Qing said so, the couple knew in their hearts that the price of the talisman was absolutely not just 10,000. They had spent more than 10,000 at the hospital, but to no avail.

  The couple thanked Yang Qing again and left with a happy face.

  About half an hour later, the patient's family member who had just gone back brought the patient to Fu Qiankun.

  As soon as they entered Xiang Qiankun, they eagerly handed over the money in their hands to Yang Qing and bought a fake Samsung health symbol.

  Then inside the Qigong practice room, there were constantly bursts of white light appearing, forming into individual balls of light. The patients' family members were waiting anxiously on the side with worried faces.

  The relatives of those patients who just left have attracted many fellow patients from the same ward to come, and at this time they can't help but spend money, taking taxis one after another, rushing towards Xiang Qiankun.

  For a time, the entrances of major hospitals became taxi-free zones, and as soon as one taxi appeared, it was immediately stopped and occupied by people.

  At this time, some taxi drivers also called their good colleagues.

  "Hey Old Wu! Is there anyone in your car now? If not, hurry up and come to the entrance of XX Hospital. There's a big crowd waiting for a ride over there!"

  "Hey, Old Li, hurry up and come to the entrance of XX Hospital. If you don't come, don't say I'm not a good brother!"

  If you look down from the sky above Chat City, you will find that there are long queues of taxis extending out from the entrances of various hospitals.

  The scene quickly caught the attention of many citizens, who looked surprised and discussed it in a flurry, wondering what was going on today and why there were so many taxis driving together.

  Journalists with a keen sense of smell soon discovered the scene and hastily drove to follow the long line of taxis, only to find that they all stopped at Wenhua Street.

  These reporters hastily got off the bus, carrying long guns and short cannons, following the patients who had gotten out of the taxi, rushing towards Fu Qiankun.

  Not only were journalists from the print media attracted, but even some television news reporters were drawn in, carrying cameras and holding microphones as they walked forward with the crowd.

  The idlers on Wenhua Street also looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what had happened here to cause such a big commotion.

  Looking at the crowded store, Yang Qing was also speechless as he stared at the hand waving money in front of him.

  He didn't expect that letting those patients' families see the miraculous effect of the disease-ridding charm with their own eyes would cause such a sensational effect.

  "Queue up, otherwise this store will no longer sell Fu Lu Shou!"

  Seeing some patients getting worse in the crowd, their faces turning pale, and even some people starting to have difficulty breathing, Yang Qing's face sank, and he shouted loudly.

  Yang Qing's voice immediately suppressed the surrounding noise, and those who were rushing to buy symbols only then noticed their loved ones' difficult appearance.

  Under Yang Qing's tough attitude, some seriously ill people got the priority to buy the Fu Lu Shou, while others were dissatisfied but didn't dare say anything, after all this Fu Lu Shou was a one-of-a-kind treasure that even ghosts would envy.

  Eighty fake Samsung healing wafers were quickly sold out, and during this time, patients who had been cured walked out of the Symbol Dry Sky with a smile on their faces.