northernbook Chapter 96: Top International Aesthetic Medicine Institution Goes Bankrupt Because My Cucumbers Can
Chapter 96: Top International Aesthetic Medicine Institution Goes Bankrupt Because My Cucumbers Can
The heatwave outside the gate was still surging, but the group of wealthy women and has-been actresses dressed in heavy mink coats were completely oblivious.
Their eyes, heavily lined with eyeliner, were fixed on Aunt Li and others dancing in the square on the screen.
Although Aunt Li is almost sixty years old, her face is fair and rosy, and there isn't a single extra wrinkle.
Not only Aunt Li, but all the elderly women and men in the special economic zone have skin as firm as that of young people in their early thirties.
Several wealthy women who had just received hyaluronic acid injections looked at their stiff, sagging cheeks and their eyes gleamed with envy.
In order to maintain their appearance, they spend tens of millions of dollars every year at top overseas medical aesthetic institutions.
As a result, the elderly women in the rural areas of Qingshui County, who grow vegetables and dance in the fields every day, have even more collagen in their faces than the elderly women.
The washed-up actress who was leading the group gripped the guardrail with both hands, her fingernails scratching the metal pipes with a harsh sound.
She hysterically shouted at Ma Hualong in the guard post, insisting on buying this miracle drug that grants immortality.
They've even gone so far as to say they'd spend 10 billion to buy a single drop of foot bath water; these women have completely lost their minds in their pursuit of youth.
Ma Hualong held his thermos, took a sip of hot tea infused with mutated goji berries, and looked at the group of crazy women with a mocking expression.
He leisurely blew on the steam rising from the tea, not even bothering to glance at them.
Do you think you can even dream of getting your hands on Master Lin's foot bath water? You'd better take your fake bodies and go back to the city.
The wealthy women refused to leave, clinging to the light screen and wailing so shrill their voices could pierce eardrums.
In the backyard of the floating manor, Lin Xian was lying in a rocking chair, his brows furrowed as he was disturbed by the pig-like wailing.
He rolled over, picked up a slice of chilled watermelon, took a bite, and his face was full of annoyance at being disturbed from his sleep.
These old women are wailing at the door in the middle of the day, don't they let people take a nap?
Xia Anran, wearing a floral dress, came over, carrying a large bamboo basket she had just picked from the vegetable garden.
The bamboo basket was filled with large, mutated cucumbers that were entirely green and covered with a thin layer of water droplets.
Brother Xian, the cucumbers in the backyard vegetable garden are ripening too fast. They've grown a huge patch overnight, and we can hardly eat them all.
Zhong Xiaoai ran over with test tubes, stared at the basket of cucumbers, and pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses that had slipped off her nose.
The plant telomerase activity in these cucumbers is so exaggerated that eating them is equivalent to directly resetting the body's aging clock.
Lin Xian glanced at the pile of cucumbers radiating a rich life force, then casually swiped his finger across the holographic panel.
Go get some cucumbers and stuff them into the mouths of those crazy women at the door. Shut them up and stop them from being disgusting.
Xia Anran nodded obediently, picked out five or six of the thickest mutated cucumbers, and ran to deliver them to the front door.
She stuffed the cucumbers through the delivery opening of the protective shield, letting them eat them crisply.
The group of wealthy women stared in disbelief at the few ordinary cucumbers that smelled of earth.
The washed-up actress was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Xia Anran's nose and cursed her, saying that this was an insult to her noble status.
As a renowned film queen, she drinks glacial water that is air-freighted; how could she possibly eat vegetables that taste like pig feed?
A sharp-eyed Silicon Valley socialite noticed something was amiss. She snatched a cucumber and took a big bite without hesitation.
The crisp sound of a cucumber snapping echoed in the hot air, and sweet juice dripped from the corner of her mouth.
A tremendous surge of life energy exploded in her mouth, transforming into a warm current that rushed straight to her limbs and bones.
The skin on the socialite's face, which had become loose and sagging due to excessive liposuction, began to tighten and shrink at a visible rate.
The age spots on her forehead, which she had always covered with heavy foundation, disappeared without a trace, as if erased by an eraser.
In just ten seconds, this Silicon Valley socialite, radiating tech and ruthlessness, miraculously regained her peak beauty of being twenty years old.
The entire room fell silent. All the wealthy women stared at her radiant face, their breaths catching in their throats.
The washed-up actress swallowed hard, then pounced on the cucumber on the ground like a madwoman, grabbing half of it and stuffing it into her mouth.
The other women were also thrown into chaos, with dozens of wealthy women worth hundreds of millions fighting each other on the street over half a cucumber.
They pulled each other's hair and tore their expensive mink coats apart, just to lick a drop of juice from the cucumber peel.
Those who managed to snatch the cucumbers all experienced a complete rejuvenation after eating them, their skin becoming so supple and juicy.
Bai Qianqian sat in the corner with her drawing board, sketching the ugly scene of the rich women fighting over cucumbers at the door, intending to use it as a mocking paint job for her new mecha.
This scene was broadcast live in high definition by an online influencer across the street.
Seeing the immediate and miraculous effects, women across the internet collectively went into a state of hysterical frenzy.
The price of mutated cucumbers from Qingshui County on the black market soared to 100 million yuan per cucumber in just one hour.
Even at ridiculously high prices, countless wives of top tycoons still line up with their black cards to buy them.
As the miraculous effects of these cucumbers spread globally, an unprecedented financial tsunami erupted in the medical aesthetics industry.
At the headquarters of North America's largest plastic surgery medical group, the chairman, looking at the plummeting stock price, broke the pure gold pen in his hand in two.
The European financial giants that monopolized the global hyaluronic acid and botulinum toxin market, seeing the screen full of cancellation messages, knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.
If a cucumber can perfectly solve the problem of aging, who would spend millions to undergo surgery on their face and suffer the pain?
In just one day, all of the world's top ten medical aesthetic institutions announced bankruptcy and liquidation.
Those capitalists who were celebrating their doubled profits with champagne yesterday can only line up on the rooftops of skyscrapers to stand in the cold wind today.
On Wall Street, medical aesthetics stock certificates were torn to shreds by desperate traders.
A major industry reshuffle triggered by a few cucumbers has utterly shattered the global medical aesthetics empire.
At the source of all this, Lin Xian was lying in a rocking chair, slicing a mutated cucumber and applying it to his face as a mask.
He comfortably enjoyed the cool touch, showing no interest whatsoever in the tumultuous state of capitalism outside.
Su Qinghan walked over with a cup of iced coffee, coldly watching the news reports on the tablet about medical aesthetics tycoons jumping off buildings.
These capitalists, who exploit people's anxieties about appearance, have been sent to the guillotine by their boss with a few cucumbers today.
Chu Yiyi and Shen Youran, these two former top celebrities, are frantically picking cucumbers in the backyard with baskets, preparing to eat them as snacks.
Yan Guhong brandished a cleaver in the kitchen, smashing cucumbers, intending to make a cold cucumber salad for Lin Xian that evening to cleanse his palate.
Life on the manor remained peaceful and undisturbed; no one cared about the world outside that had been turned upside down by cucumbers.
The big yellow dog lay under the eaves, letting out a loud burp, with half a cucumber tail still dangling from its mouth.
Ma Hualong was looking at the news on his phone in the guard booth, his fat face trembling with joy. He felt that the best decision he had ever made in his life was becoming a security guard.
However, the collective collapse of the medical aesthetics giants has triggered a series of uncontrollable chain reactions internationally.
Those bankrupt capitalists are operating wildly behind the scenes, trying to use official power to cause trouble for the Qingshui Divine Kingdom.
Just as Lin Xian took the cucumber slices off his face and was about to turn over and continue sleeping...
Suddenly, the piercing roar of a heavy police motorcycle echoed down the wide asphalt road at the village entrance.
Several black bulletproof SUVs painted with special markings, exuding a menacing aura, came to a steady stop in front of the light-guided staircase.
The car door was suddenly pushed open, and a woman wearing a black tight-fitting uniform and high military boots strode out.
The woman had short, neat hair and eyes as cold and sharp as a drawn steel knife.
Holding a top-level search warrant stamped with a bright red seal, she strode to the guard post.
Just as Ma Hualong was about to speak up to stop her, the hot-tempered female inspector raised her long leg and kicked the alloy door of the guard post hard.