My basement connects to another world.

Chapter 39 Sales

He opened the cloth bag, revealing neatly folded plasters inside.

Each patch was sealed with plastic wrap, and the dark green ointment underneath could be seen through the semi-transparent film.

He did this himself after returning to the old house last night—he remixed the hot stone herb ointment he got from Qingye, and applied one portion of the ointment to one hundred patches.

The amount of medicine in each patch is much thinner, so it can't be as effective as Qingye (a traditional Chinese medicine), but it's still quite effective. However, to completely cure the condition, you'll need to use several courses of treatment.

Only then can it be considered a qualified "product".

"This is it." Jiang Yuan held up a tablet and waved it in front of everyone. "It cures all ailments. Only five hundred per tablet."

The archery range was silent for about two seconds.

Then a slight hissing sound arose.

Are they just playing us for fools? The members exchanged glances, their eyes all conveying the same message—are they really selling fake medicine?

After all, using plastic wrap for packaging is too perfunctory.

Coach Wang also looked a little embarrassed.

He took half a step forward and lowered his voice, saying, "Mr. Jiang, you—"

"Coach Wang." Jiang Yuan pulled a patch from his bag and shoved it into his hand. "This patch is free. Give it a try; if it doesn't work, consider it a waste of two minutes of your time."

Coach Wang looked at the plaster in his hand, then at Jiang Yuan, hesitated for two seconds, tore off the plastic wrap, and stuck the plaster side onto his right forearm.

His arm was damaged during his time playing for the provincial team. There's an old injury three fingers' width below his elbow. It's fine when he doesn't touch it, but it aches when he exerts himself.

I've tried physical therapy, medicated plasters, and even injections, but none of them have been very effective.

The plaster has been applied.

The group of people gathered near Gangwon were stuck in a dilemma: they couldn't just stand there, nor could they leave.

As a result, the atmosphere became awkward.

Coach Wang was the same, but soon he froze, looking down at the dark green ointment on his arm.

The ointment felt cool on the skin, then the coolness turned into a thin stream of heat that seeped down from the skin's surface, through the muscles and fascia, and into the bones.

The heat flowed away a little, and the soreness and swelling eased somewhat, as if someone were gently rubbing away the taut tendons with their fingertips.

"This—" he suddenly looked up, his voice booming, "It really works! It feels cool and so comfortable!"

The expression on his face was incredibly exaggerated when he said this.

He was genuinely shocked.

Several members nearby watched him; some pursed their lips to suppress a laugh, while others simply turned their heads away.

Coach Li's lips moved.

He had known Coach Wang for several years and knew that although he spoke loudly, he never helped people with sales.

Back then, a friend who sold health products asked him to help him endorse something, but he immediately blocked him.

Coach Wang let out a comfortable sigh, then looked at the skeptical gazes around him, "I'm telling the truth..."

He turned to look at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan understood his meaning, took another patch from the cloth bag, and handed it to Coach Li:

"Coach Li, you should try it too, this post is free."

Coach Li took it and looked at it over and over again.

Underneath the plastic wrap was a dark green ointment, without even proper packaging, let alone any ingredient list or approval number.

He tore open the plastic wrap, smelled it, and found a very faint herbal scent.

After hesitating for a few seconds, I applied the plaster to my left shoulder.

His shoulder injury is even older than Coach Wang's. He has been practicing archery for eleven years and has strained the tendon of his left rotator cuff twice. It aches so much on rainy days that he can't lift his arm.

After sticking it on.

The transparent film covered my shoulders, and soon a cool sensation appeared, followed by a warm sensation. The heat penetrated into the gaps in my shoulder joints, as if something was gently trembling and stretching inside.

He raised his arm and lifted it above his head twice. The stiffness in his joints lessened considerably, and the resistance that usually made him feel tight when he raised his arm to shoulder height was much less.

He stared at his arm, his expression mirroring Coach Wang's.

The members nearby exchanged glances as they watched the two coaches, one pressing on the arm and the other lifting the shoulder.

Someone said, "No way..."

"Nobody thinks I bribed the two coaches, right?" Jiang Yuan pressed his advantage:

"Each of my ointments is made with rare and precious medicinal herbs. It costs 500 yuan per ointment, which is almost the cost price. I really don't make any money off you. It can be used not only for sprains and strains, but also for back pain from sitting for long periods of time and other musculoskeletal problems in older people."

Otherworldly medicinal herbs are certainly rare and precious.

Coach Wang lowered his arm, grabbed Jiang Yuan's wrist, and said, "I want ten patches!"

He spoke quickly and urgently, as if afraid someone would snatch it away.

He quickly scanned the code and paid five thousand yuan, his eyes still fixed on the cloth bag in Jiang Yuan's hand.

If these ten patches have the same effect, he will definitely buy more.

Everyone around was shocked.

Coach Wang and Coach Li have worked at the Falcon Archery Club for many years, and many members are familiar with them.

Knowing they wouldn't be shills to scam people, those who were interested had already come forward, taken out their phones, and started scanning.

Jiang Yuan scanned the QR codes one by one with his phone to receive payments, saying as he did so:

"Come on, I'll create a buyer after-sales group. Don't worry, everyone, come on in."

He showed the group's QR code and asked everyone to scan it.

The group name is simple and direct: Jiang's Plaster After-Sales Group.

He believed that once people experienced the miraculous effects of this otherworldly ointment, there would be a large number of repeat purchases, which would then spread by word of mouth...

Eight or nine people were gathered around, and they sold five stickers or more at a time.

Some people buy five patches out of curiosity to try it out, since most people at the archery range aren't short of money, they just don't want to be ripped off.

Most people bought ten packs.

According to Jiang Yuan, ten patches constitute one course of treatment, which can greatly alleviate injuries and illnesses.

Jiang Yuan wrote down names and collected money at the same time, and half of the plasters in the cloth bag were gone in the blink of an eye.

The commotion attracted the attention of a few people who hadn't yet gathered around, and they came closer.

I couldn't believe what had just happened.

Xiao Shuang was also among them, watching the handsome young man who was constantly receiving payments.

She accepted and believed it very quickly.

She took a deep breath and stepped forward.

"I want some too! Give me twenty!"

Jiang Yuan looked up at her, took out twenty plasters and handed them over, then picked up his phone and switched back to the group QR code. "Scan the code to join the group."

Xiao Shuang scanned the code and paid.

After taking the plaster, he looked at Jiang Yuan.

She saw him already talking to the next member, holding his phone to scan the other person's QR code, saying things like "you'll know how effective it is once you use it, don't worry," and he didn't linger on her for even a second longer.

Xiao Shuang walked back to the shooting position, clutching her phone, feeling a mix of emotions.

Last time at the archery range, she thought it was a flirtation.

Later, this guy won the championship, and I guess he'll add her on his own initiative to show off, right? Aren't all men like that?

She was a beautiful woman herself, but this person disappeared after receiving the award and she never looked for him again.

The contact information has now been added.

But inexplicably, I rushed to join, or maybe it was some kind of after-sales group.

Xiao Shuang looked at the name of the after-sales group and gritted her teeth.

"If you can get ten consecutive rings in a row, you wouldn't be able to hit a three or four even with your eyes closed, right?"

Last time you were definitely trying to get my attention on purpose, and you're still pretending now!

She put her phone in her pocket, picked up her bow and stood back on the platform, nocked an arrow, and raised the bow.

I won't initiate conversation.

Now that we have a way to contact you, it just depends on when you're going to look for us!

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