Shen Zhiqiao choked, thinking that Xia Ye wouldn't dare to accept her bet, but it turned out the latter hadn't listened to a single word!
Oh well, she would soon silence Xia Ye with facts. For now, Shen Zhiqiao had no choice but to repeat her previous words, "In any case, if you lose, you can no longer sell those fake remedies in Capital City. As for what you'll get if you win, you can decide."
Fake remedies?
The ancestors are getting angry.
She had only been teasing her great-granddaughter for fun, but now that her great-granddaughter had put it that way...
Xia Ye raised an eyebrow, "Fine, then if I win, not only can I continue to sell medicines, but you also have to help me sell them, at least one bottle per month in sales, deal?"
Her teasing tone provoked laughter among the researchers.
Shen Zhiqiao pursed her lips fiercely. She, a legitimate missy trained in Western medicine, help sell fake remedies?
No one had ever dared to mock her like this.
