Zhang Jianshe believed this.
Chen Yu dared to sell a five-yuan tea drink for 100,000, which meant it was extraordinary.
It was a luxury good.
"If it doesn't work within five days, I'll refund your purchase."
It wasn't difficult for Chen Yu to see the hesitation in Zhang Jianshe's heart, so he reassured him.
"If my son can recover after drinking it, I'll definitely thank you handsomely."
After much consideration, Zhang Jianshe chose to believe Chen Yu.
After all, Chen Yu saved their lives by selling them a New Year's painting.
He also informed him about his son's illness and the cause of it.
Just based on these alone, Zhang Jianshe would not say anything.
After sending off Zhang Qingshan and his family, who had thanked him profusely, Chen Yu hurriedly ran out for his meal.
The next morning.
Chen Yu stood before his shelves and continuously drew charms with his fingers.