Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

"Believe me, everything I'm saying is true. I already had someone test it yesterday. If I wasn't confident, I wouldn't dare come here to show off."

Zhao Dazhu said with a smile, and took out a crumpled wad of toilet paper from his pocket to wipe his hands clean.

A moment later, the moon began to tremble.

Her delicate body trembled more and more violently, and her legs were shaking.

"It's so itchy, so numb, so hot, so painful... I might really be disfigured..."

Yue'er said in a tearful voice, tears almost streaming down her face.

"No, no, just wait and see the results... Don't touch it with your hands. Just bear with it for a while, and those uncomfortable feelings will soon be gone," Zhao Dazhu said hurriedly, holding down Yue'er's small hand to prevent her from losing control and scratching her face.

Zhou Meiling and Zhou Tianyu stared wide-eyed at Yue'er without blinking.

Seeing that Yue'er was so upset she was almost crying, both women began to have second thoughts.

But after more than ten minutes, Yue'er let out a joyful exclamation: "Hey, it really doesn't hurt anymore, it feels cool and comfortable instead."

"This means my beauty serum has entered the final stage; it will be finished in just a few minutes," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

Almost half an hour had passed, and finally all the sensations on Yue'er's face disappeared.

So Zhou Meiling followed Zhao Dazhu's instructions and told Yue'er to go to the bathroom to wash her face.

When Yue'er returned to the hall after washing her face clean, Zhou Meiling and Zhou Tianyu were immediately stunned!

Not only was Yue'er not disfigured, but her cheeks became smooth and fair, with a rosy glow like a baby's skin.

Most importantly, the freckles that used to be under Yue'er's eyes have all disappeared, leaving her face clean and her appearance several levels better!

"My God..." Zhou Tianyu exclaimed in surprise.

Zhou Meiling exclaimed in shock, "This...this is the effect of your beauty serum? Zhao Dazhu, did you really make this beauty serum?"

Zhao Dazhu nodded with a smile and said, "That's right, I'm the one who made this beauty serum. It took me a lot of effort to figure out the formula."

"Amazing! I never expected that you, an old man from the countryside, would have such great skills!" Zhou Meiling couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The moon is standing there shyly, stroking its smooth cheek with its hand.

She was so worried just now, but now she's not worried at all; instead, she's overjoyed.

Zhao Dazhu then asked with a smile, "Yue'er, now you know I wasn't lying to you, right?"

Yue'er glanced shyly at Zhao Dazhu and said, "Uncle Zhao, your beauty serum is amazing! How did you develop such a powerful beauty serum? It's incredible!"

Zhao Dazhu wanted to say a few more words to Yue'er, but Zhou Meiling coughed and waved her hand, saying, "Alright, Yue'er, this is none of your business. You can go now."

"Yes, boss."

Yue'er turned around and ran away, leaving only Zhou Meiling, Zhou Tianyu, and Zhao Dazhu.

Zhao Dazhu looked at the two women, one big and one small, with expectant eyes, and Zhou Meiling did not disappoint him, saying, "Your beauty serum is really amazing. To be honest, even I'm tempted to try it."

Zhao Dazhu immediately said, "If it were you, Ms. Zhou, using this beauty serum, the effect definitely wouldn't be as obvious. The worse your skin is, the more significant the effect will be, and you already have very good skin."

Zhou Meiling nodded and said, "I understand that principle, but your beauty serum still surprises me... If I were to purchase your beauty serum, how many bottles could you reliably supply me each week?"

After a quick mental calculation, Zhao Dazhu replied, "Fifty bottles are definitely not a problem."

"Only this much?" Zhou Meiling was somewhat disappointed.

Zhao Dazhu rubbed his hands and said, "There's nothing I can do. This beauty serum can only be prepared by me by hand, and my energy is limited, so the production volume is definitely not going to be high."

"Fifty it is then. In that case, we can only go for the high-end route," Zhou Meiling said.

Zhao Dazhu asked expectantly, "Then...Ms. Zhou, at what price do you want to buy my beauty serum?"

"Five hundred a bottle," Zhou Meiling replied.

One bottle costs 500, and there are 50 bottles a week, which means Zhao Dazhu can earn 25,000 a week, and 100,000 a month.

The thought of earning 100,000 yuan a month filled Zhao Dazhu with joy.

However, you have to bargain when doing business. You can't just agree to whatever someone says. If he agrees too readily, he'll likely be pressured to lower the price next time there's something good.

Thinking of this, Zhao Dazhu pretended to be in a dilemma, rubbing his hands and said, "Ms. Zhou, the price you offered is too low. To make this beauty serum, I have to go to the back mountain of our village to find herbs, and after finding the herbs, I have to go home to make the medicine. It's very troublesome."

"Moreover, this beauty serum can only be prepared by me personally; no one else can do it for me, and I can't reduce the workload with machines or equipment, so..."

Zhou Meiling pondered for a moment and said, "Since you've put it that way, fine, I'll add some more for you, one thousand a bottle."

Upon hearing the words "one bottle costs one thousand," Zhao Dazhu was even happier, his excited old face turning red.

One bottle costs 1,000, that's 50,000 a week, and 200,000 a month!

This is no small amount of money!

For Zhao Dazhu at least right now, this is an enormous sum of money!

Zhou Meiling added, "One thousand a bottle is my bottom line; I can't give you any more."

Zhao Dazhu didn't push his luck and immediately said, "Okay, then it'll be one thousand per bottle, let's go with that."

Zhou Meiling said, "Don't worry, let me make this clear from the start: you can only sell this beauty serum to me, not to anyone else."

"Also, you have to provide me with fifty bottles of beauty serum every week. More is fine, but less is absolutely not allowed."

"If you agree, then let's sign the contract now. Once you sign the contract, you can't breach it. If you do, you'll have to pay me an exorbitant penalty."

Zhao Dazhu nodded repeatedly, like a chicken pecking at rice.

Zhou Meiling's request was nothing at all; it would be strange if Zhao Dazhu didn't agree.

An hour later, Zhao Dazhu signed a three-copy contract with Zhou Meiling, carefully folded one copy, and stuffed it into his pocket.

"Start preparing once you get back. Today is Monday, so you'll supply me every Sunday from now on," Zhou Meiling said.

"Will I deliver the beauty serum here or to Tianyue Beauty Salon from now on?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"Send it to my beauty salon," Zhou Meiling said.