Hao Zhigang gave Jiang Xiaoxiao a thumbs-up.
"Aunt is impressive, with these tactics at hand, who would dare to cause trouble anymore?"
Zhao Weidong stood aside with his people, speechless.
Originally intending to pick faults with them, who knew that they would use methods to expose the old man right from the start.
Leaving him with no avenue to display his expertise.
No one else dared to move.
"I have an old problem with rheumatism in my leg, it's been over 20 or 30 years. Please take a look for me."
Zhao Weidong had already been contemptuous of the Hao family's actions when he saw the advertisement.
Not only selling a drug at a sky-high price, but they also dared to make such claims in their advertisement. He couldn't believe that his chronic ailment, unresponsive to numerous treatments, could be cured here.
He boldly sat down on the chair in front of Jiang Xiaoxiao; he wasn't pretending.
This was indeed an old ailment of his.
