The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack
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“The reason is that everyone came here for a new product that Goody Group launched some time ago. "No one from the company has come out to explain the situation yet, and customers are unwilling to leave because they can't buy the goods. It shouldn't be a problem." As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Wang Qianqian, whose face was as white as snow, and said, "Qianqian, don't worry, there will definitely be one." Wang Qianqian nodded dejectedly, her grandfather's words in her mind: People who...
“The reason is that everyone came here for a new product that Goody Group launched some time ago.
As the host was speaking, the scene switched to the interior of the mall.
"No one from the company has come out to explain the situation yet, and customers are unwilling to leave because they can't buy the goods. We ask the company to come up with a solution as soon as possible."
The host's tone can be described as serious and critical.
But this news eeeem...
It's a funny news no matter how you look at it.
There was also an interview with the people present on TV afterwards.
"May I ask why you are so obsessed with this product? There are many effective products in the market..."
Before the reporter could finish, the man grabbed the microphone and shouted excitedly, "How can it be as effective as Yunkai? Impossible! You know my college roommate used it for two days, and her face full of acne was completely healed! Completely healed!!"
The one who was originally called ugly by everyone is now prettier than her!
"In addition to the new pimples, her old scars have also gradually faded away!"
She gnashed her teeth in jealousy, "I want the clouds to clear!"
Behind her came a series of loud voices:
"We want the clouds to clear! We want the clouds to clear! We want the clouds to clear!"
What was originally a single shot eventually turned into a slogan-chanting oath across the entire venue.
The crowd was excited.
"Why aren't you restocking the goods? I brought 10,000 yuan in cash with me!"
"That's right! We are not short of money! Why don't we make money even if we have it?"
“…”
It seems that there is no need to say more about the effect of Yun Kai.
The hotel lobby was silent.
One of the rich second-generations who also had acne asked anxiously, "Is it impossible to buy it now?"
The youngest daughter of the Tang family sighed, "All the counters are out of stock. You can see that. Goody hasn't said anything yet. Even if there is stock... I guess it won't be enough for these people."
Looking at the ferocious women on TV, the rich second generation shuddered.
They do want to rob...but these people are not vegetarians.
Several people's eyes turned and fell on Ning Yuetong's face again.
"Give us Mrs. Huo's phone number?"
If the regular way doesn't work, then you have no choice but to take special channels.
Ning Yuetong pursed her lips and said, "This is not a good idea... After all, it is someone's privacy."
"Yuetong, you are being so unkind. Who harmed Xixi and caused us not to buy Yunkai? Now you won't even give me your phone number?"
A ferocious and cold light flashed in Ning Yuetong's eyes.
It was indeed her fault that Wang Qianqian failed to buy it. Except for Wang Qianqian, none of the others said they wanted to buy it at that time!
But at this time, even if she explained herself, they would still hold a grudge against her.
In short, she is the culprit why they can’t buy Yunkai!
She took a deep breath and said, "I'll call her. Aunt Xue has always been nice to me. It's just a few bottles of Yunkai. It shouldn't be a problem."
As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Wang Qianqian, whose face was as white as snow, and said, "Qianqian, don't worry, there will definitely be one."
Wang Qianqian nodded dejectedly, her grandfather's words in her mind: People who appear to be nice to you may not really be nice to you.
And the thing he had insisted on dragging her to buy that day at the mall wasn’t really bad for her…
She even said such excessive words to others at that time.
Wang Qianqian lowered her head, feeling uneasy.
Ning Yuetong had already dialed Xiang Xueying's number under the gaze of the second generation, and then turned on the speakerphone at everyone's request.