“Speak normally,” Robin Bailey’s mouth twitched slightly.
“Okay, Master,” came Erasmus Langstaff’s response.
“Disrespectful of elders,” Coco Langstaff watched on, rolling her eyes in disbelief. She couldn’t fathom why her grandfather, the once dignified and revered Taoist Erasmus of Kunlun Mountain, had transformed into what seemed like an ordinary disciple.
“Do you have any remedies from Kunlun Mountain for treating acne, pimples, swelling on the face?” Robin Bailey inquired. He recalled Coco mentioning her grandfather’s vast knowledge and advanced age, making him a walking library.
With the ancient lineage of Kunlun Mountain and the Taoist school’s extensive collection of health information, Robin sought guidance.
Upon hearing the request, Erasmus Langstaff considered and replied, “Yes, in our Taoist scriptures, the basic outline mentions dandelion, fish mint, forsythia… boil in water, then apply to the face to alleviate.
Rest assured, this remedy is highly effective. I vouch for it with my identity. Oh, and Master, this remedy is not particularly important, you can use it casually.” He vowed solemnly, drawing from their Taoist scriptures.
However, it could also be casually revealed, as it wasn’t anything of great importance.
Meanwhile, Robin’s phone was on speaker, and the conversation was audible to those nearby. Only Robin Bailey, with a keen memory for cosmetics, and Isabella Turner remembered, while the rest forgot. Some had good memory, but were still a bit distanced. The camera definitely couldn’t pick up the sound.
“Are you taking note of this?” Robin Bailey asked Isabella Turner.
“I’ve noted it,” she nodded.
“Alright.” And Robin Bailey hung up the phone.
Although the complex remedy and discussions were forgotten by the others, the journalists present remembered the last sentence and sarcastically remarked, “Haha, using that old man’s name as a guarantee, he thinks he is someone important.”
“Exactly, he calls you Master, an old guy calling you Master, it’s hilarious.”
“Are these things real or fake?”
The journalists laughed and mocked.
At this moment, Robin Bailey glanced over and lightly remarked, “If these words spread, especially to the northern regions of West State, endless pursuits will await you.”
Though said nonchalantly, the journalists’ necks chilled, pores constricted, as if a knife was poised at their throats. Only if Robin moved slightly, they would die.
Following Robin’s gaze returned to normalcy, those journalists breathed a sigh of relief, bent over, panting heavily, feeling a sense of gratitude from the bottom of their hearts, grateful that they weren’t killed. As a result, they dared not speak any further.
Indeed, Robin Bailey was not wrong in his statement. The Taoist tradition deeply values respect for teachers and ancestors, especially with Erasmus Langstaff’s revered position in Kunlun Mountain. If those words reached their ears, the widespread pursuit would truly materialize.
“I’ll ask you again, if your faces are healed, will that be enough?” Robin Bailey questioned the girls.
“Yes,” they nodded in unison. For them, their faces were paramount; as long as their faces were healed, they didn’t care about the fees or the company affiliation, Isabella Turner or not.
However, watching the live broadcast, Avril burst into laughter, finding the situation comical.
“Laughing at this, wanting to heal them, not knowing where that weird remedy came from, and attempting a last-ditch effort. The key point is that the fool Isabella Turner believes it. She is in this line of work; doesn’t she know how difficult it is to treat those facial issues? Yet, she foolishly believes it, allowing people to handle it. No, judging from this situation, she intends to handle it herself.”
In the live broadcast, Isabella Turner personally concocted the remedy.
In such a public setting, she personally cooked it.
This completely amused Avril in the car, “I can’t bear it anymore. She’s actually brewing it in broad daylight. My goodness, once it fails, their company will plummet to the bottom, no chance of recovery. This Isabella Turner, such a fool. Fortunately, I escaped from that crappy company. Otherwise, I might have ended up like this too.”
This Isabella Turner, what a fool; openly brewing, sealing the company’s fate entirely.
Thankfully, she escaped quickly.
Otherwise, she would have been dragged down with the company’s collapse.
Meanwhile, at Monse Group, Gavin and Lorelei chuckled, especially Gavin, can’t help but laugh heartily, “This Isabella Turner is making me laugh. There are various ways to tackle this, but she insists on using the worst one. Brewing it on the spot, treating it on the spot, but will it be effective? Haha.”
“It won’t be effective,” Lorelei’s eyes narrowed with amusement. For years, nobody has been able to cure it. If they could cure it, it would be nothing short of a miracle. Being in the same field, they knew how challenging it was to treat these acne issues.
At this moment, Isabella Turner, brewing the concoction at the company’s entrance, didn’t understand why she chose to brew there. It seemed like she subconsciously believed in Robin Bailey, thinking the remedy would work. Thus, she foolishly came to the entrance to brew.
Indeed.
Foolishly.
In her eyes, she was acting foolishly, brewing at the entrance. If it failed, the consequences for their company would be dire-a bankrupt status even with money wouldn’t help; the tarnished reputation would render their products unsellable, not to mention the rival Monse Group awaiting.
“I don’t care anymore, desperate times call for desperate measures,” Isabella Turner gritted her teeth, then disregarded everything and began brewing. After approximately half an hour, she wiped the sweat off her face, released a deep breath, “Finally, it’s done.”
She scooped it up and glanced at Robin Bailey.
Robin Bailey was leaning against the wall, nodding.
Then Isabella Turner addressed them, “Who wants to go first?”
“I will,” the girl at the forefront, the one who previously rushed to Isabella Turner, had a face that could induce nightmares, filled with pimples and acne. This was the reason for her emotional instability.
“Come, apply it on your face. After half an hour, it should work,” Isabella Turner applied a layer of black, mud-like substance on the girl’s face, consisting of those medicinal herbs.
“The scent is awful,” someone wrinkled their brows at the smell.
Isabella Turner also found it unpleasant. She, too, didn’t hold much hope. She also didn’t understand the significance of the old man’s guarantee using her identity.