After waiting for a little while longer...
Suddenly, dozens of women in evening gowns and men in suits walked into the mall.
Since this store was the closest to the banquet hall and served as the largest flagship store for Jiangtong Beauty, all those wealthy society ladies came rushing over to buy the healing ointment.
The shop assistants looked confused. "Why are there so many people in evening gowns? Is the mall hosting some kind of event?"
With this many people, it seemed like a pretty massive event.
But if there were an event, the mall management would have definitely notified them. How could they not know about it?
"Isn't that Mrs. Li? The wife of the Huasheng Group's CEO! And Mrs. Huang, the wife of the Huang Group's chairman!"
One of the salesgirls exclaimed, "I recognize them! There are several other executives' wives among them. And the evening gowns on the others all look incredibly high-end. They carry themselves with such elegance; they must all be women of high status."
Furthermore, it looked like they had just attended a banquet and rushed straight over without even changing out of their gowns.
"I wonder what they're in such a rush for," the shop assistants murmured, their faces full of bewilderment.
It was truly bizarre.
It was their first time witnessing a scene like this.
Every single one of them had a frantic look on their face, and some were even running, completely disregarding their elegant images.
Weren't these wealthy society ladies supposed to be extremely particular about their etiquette and public image?
So what in the world was going on with them?
"Wait, the direction they're running in... it seems to be towards our store. Could they be coming to buy something from us?"
"You're overthinking it. How is that possible? Our store has never been popular with the upper-class circle."
However, three seconds later.
One of the wealthy ladies sprinted right up to them, panting heavily.
She had been running so hard that she still hadn't caught her breath.
The shop assistants were stunned.
Did this high-society lady really just run into their store?
Snapping back to reality, one of the salesgirls quickly stepped forward.
This might be one of their few customers today, so she had to convince her to buy as many skincare products as possible.
The more products they sold, the longer the company could stay afloat.
Sigh.
They, as employees, were really worrying their hearts out over the company's survival.
They had no idea how President Jiang, the boss of the company, could remain so calm.
"Madam," the salesgirl said with a polite, subtle smile, "how may I help..." you?
Before the salesgirl could even finish her sentence, the wealthy lady hurriedly cut her off. "I want five jars of the healing ointment, and five sets of your latest skincare line! Wrap them up for me immediately!"
She needed to buy some for herself, her daughter, and her best friends!
Her daughter and best friends had used the skincare products from Lin Qingwan's company and ended up with ruined faces. They were all hiding at home, too afraid to even step outside.
This ointment was an absolute lifesaver!
The salesgirl froze in shock.
She actually wanted that much...
The other salesgirls quickly sprang into action and began bagging the items for the wealthy lady.
"Here are the five sets of our new skincare line and the five jars of healing ointment you requested. Please keep them safe."
The wealthy lady grabbed the skincare products and healing ointments, finally feeling a great sense of relief in her heart.
Now that she had secured the ointment, she was going to apply it the second she got home!
And the skincare products too.
Although they couldn't use the skincare products yet given the current state of their faces, everyone now knew about the ointment's miraculous effects. They would definitely be scrambling to buy the skincare products next.
She had to stock up on these skincare items in advance, so she wouldn't miss out when they inevitably sold out later.
She wasn't short on money anyway, so it didn't hurt to buy a little extra.
"Put it on my card."
The wealthy lady handed her credit card to the staff member without hesitation.
"Right away, Madam. Please wait a moment."
Just as the staff member turned around, the rest of the wealthy ladies in evening gowns drew closer and closer.
Their store was located in a very secluded corner of the mall.
There were no other open stores nearby.
If these wealthy ladies kept walking in this direction, the only possible destination was their store.
"It seems... their destination really is our store," one of the salesgirls said, staring at the approaching crowd.
The shop assistants' eyes widened in disbelief.
They murmured blankly, "Yeah, I see it too. That lady who just ran in to buy our ointment and skincare products seems to be with them. Could the rest of these ladies also be here to buy our products?"
Before long, the crowd of wealthy ladies arrived right in front of them.
They all began shouting over one another.
"I'll take two jars of ointment! No, make it three!"
Three jars of ointment should be enough to completely heal her face.
"I want some too! Give me two jars of ointment and a set of skincare products."
"I'll take ten jars of ointment and five skincare sets!"
"I need eight jars of ointment!"
Terrified that the ointment would sell out, these high-society ladies were acting just like bargain-hunting aunties fighting over discounted eggs at the supermarket. Every single one of them was highly agitated.
Listening to their demands, the shop assistants were completely overwhelmed and couldn't process what was happening.
These people actually wanted so much ointment...
Were they dreaming?
They pinched their own hands.
"Ouch—"
It hurt! They weren't dreaming!
These wealthy society ladies were actually here to buy their ointment and skincare products!
Judging by this frenzy, the hundreds of boxes of new inventory they had just moved in might actually sell out!
Snapping out of their daze, the salesgirls happily rushed to start bagging the skincare products and ointments for the wealthy ladies.
Their faces were flushed with excitement.
This was fantastic.
It looked like everyone had finally recognized the ointment's effectiveness, which in turn made them trust the company's skincare line as well.
Barring any unforeseen accidents, not only would the company avoid bankruptcy, but its products would also become a massive hit across the Great Xia Nation, and perhaps even internationally.
Their well-paying jobs with great benefits were saved.
Even when the company was struggling, it had still provided them with excellent salaries and benefits. Once the company truly took off, their compensation and perks would surely get even better.
Brimming with excitement, they eagerly sold the skincare products to the wealthy ladies.
Meanwhile, the two reporters returned to their office.
They rushed in and said, "Chief, hurry! We need to publish this report right away."
They placed their camera on the supervisor's desk.
The supervisor replied, "I'm in the middle of a game. Let me finish this match first."
"Chief, I'm telling you, this news is absolutely explosive! If we publish it late, our rival companies will steal all the traffic," the reporter urged frantically.
"How explosive could it possibly be?" the supervisor asked dismissively.
He thought the reporter was just exaggerating.
Realizing that explaining it to the supervisor would waste too much time, the reporter first instructed someone to start editing the footage from the camera.
Only then did she turn back and say, "Chief, the event we just covered was the banquet hosted by Mrs. Fang."
The supervisor's hands paused over his game.
That was a major high-society banquet.
Suddenly thinking of something, the supervisor looked up and asked, "Did Lin Xuan attend the banquet?"
"No," the reporter said, shaking her head.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!