Zhu Xiuli, of course, was not convinced.
In her view, Mo Han had no real talent and was nothing more than a charlatan who purely tricked people. Yet her grandfather and the patriarchs of the other three major families all believed him.
But now, she had also learned to be smart and didn’t confront Mo Han directly. She chuckled and said, "Mister Mo must be joking. I’m just a weak woman, how could I dare to be unconvinced?"
"Mister Mo knows so many important people, even if I’m not convinced, heh, I can only hold it in."
As she spoke, she laughed at herself, then her tone turned cold, "However, Xiuli still wants to say that one can fool so people for a while, but not for a lifeti!"
"Lies are like bubbles; they will burst soday!"
"Don’t look at how so people are currently riding high, enjoying the lilight. When their lies burst, the more glorious they are now, the more wretched they will be in the future!"
These were loaded words.
Mo Han laughed, now sowhat intrigued, "Miss Zhu, are you talking about ?"
"I didn’t say so, Mister Mo, don’t take it personally." Zhu Xiuli smiled faintly, and that smile truly fake.
Tang Chuchu wanted to teach her a lesson, but Zhu Xiuli denied it again, leaving her only able to glare in anger at her.
Mo Han just laughed off the matter, "Miss Zhu, how about we make a bet, what do you say?"
"If the Qiankun Elixir isn’t as miraculous as I’ve said, I will agree to three of your conditions, whatever you ask."
Three conditions?
Upon hearing this, the eyes of several old masters at the table imdiately shone brightly.
Mister Mo excelled in both dicine and martial arts, his dical skill unmatched, and his martial prowess unfathomable. Even Nie Kuangtu, who was at the Great Grandmaster Realm, was no match for him in a single round.
If they could secure three conditions from him, that would be a huge windfall.
Thinking this, Tang Guowei, Wen Tianning, and Zhou Zhishan, the three Family Heads, looked at Zhu Xiuli at the sa ti.
Zhu Wenjin felt sowhat troubled. Three conditions were tempting, but if they offended Mister Mo because of this, there would be no good fruit to eat in the future.
Zhu Xiuli snorted coldly and retorted, "And what if I lose?"
"Then please, Miss Zhu, apologize to the Chinese dical community!" Mo Han said decisively, "Within two days, I want to see news of Miss Zhu’s sincere apology to Chinese dicine on all major portal websites!"
Being on the news of major portal websites, especially for an apology, was a sure way to internet fa.
But no normal person would want that, let alone Zhu Xiuli, who was the noble daughter of the Zhu Family.
You must understand that although Chinese dicine has been in decline over the years, there are still many who study it, and there are Chinese dicine associations in all the major states and cities across Jiuzhou.
Once Zhu Xiuli made a public apology on the portal websites, it would an she had publicly slandered Chinese dicine. From then on, it would be difficult for Zhu Xiuli to show her face in public.
Zhu Xiuli had returned from her studies abroad at a ti when she was full of vigor. She yearned to be like Wen Biyu, taking on the number two position in the family, to stretch her muscles and develop her talents and ambitions.
Mo Han’s move hit Zhu Xiuli’s weak spot directly. If she accepted the bet and lost, her years of overseas study would be wasted!
Moreover, with her grandfather’s temperant, if she did publically apologize, he would definitely arrange a marriage to send her away imdiately...
Zhu Xiuli hesitated for a mont and then nodded firmly, "Fine! I agree!"
This bet did indeed pose a threat to her, but could it not also be an opportunity?
She could tell that the Tang, Wen, and Zhou families held exceptional respect for Mo Han. Moreover, she heard from Tang Chuchu that this Mister Mo was seemingly quite skilled in martial arts. She just happened to need a capable bodyguard. If she could secure Mo Han as her personal bodyguard and leverage his good relations with the three families, perhaps the Zhu Family could leap to beco the most powerful family in Jiangling City!
"Very good!"
Mo Han seed to have guessed that she would agree. He smiled, picked up his chopsticks, and said, "Let’s eat, everybody."
Ti ticked by, second by second.
Gui Nongsang, who had taken half of the Qiankun Elixir, still had no change in his complexion.
Just a few more minutes and it would be half an hour, leaving Tang Chuchu and Zhou Yutong anxiously waiting.
Wen Biyu, on the other hand, was completely calm. She had witnessed Mo Han’s miracles, and since Mister Mo had claid there would be results within half an hour, there would definitely be results within half an hour!
Gui Ruyun did not join the table. Since her grandfather had spat blood and fainted, she had been by his side on the couch, attending to him, not even drinking a sip of water.
As the ti on the watch approached thirty minutes, Elder Gui on the couch showed no reaction. Zhu Xiuli took a deep breath, thinking she had won!
It was just as she had guessed—there was no dicine in the world that could cure a seriously ill patient like Elder Gui in half an hour.
She let out a sigh of relief, smiled at Mo Han, and said, "Mister Mo, ti is up, you’ve lost!"
"My three requests are..."
"Wait a minute." Mo Han took out his phone and pointed to the ti on it, "There are still two minutes left."
"Two minutes?"
By then, Zhu Xiuli felt she already held a winning hand. She giggled with disdain, "What trick can you possibly play in two minutes?"
"Just admit defeat. It won’t be hard on you. I just so happen to need a bodyguard, and I’ve heard you’re quite good. Co on over and assu your post..."
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