"Xiao Fan, sign this inheritance agreement, otherwise it will affect your credit score." Zhang Fan looked at the inheritance agreement before him. In his previous life, he signed this very ...
"Well, Xiao Zhang, I'm leaving now."
When they arrived, they were all very enthusiastic, calling him "General Manager Zhang." Now that they've received the goods, they're calling him "Little Zhang."
Zhang Fan nodded.
What he bought for 100,000 yuan wasn't some kind of miracle drug; it was just an ordinary bead that he'd gotten while eating seashells. It should be worth a few yuan on the market.
Jiang Wei had just left when Hu Dajun rushed in.
"Brother, someone's been trying to get you lately. They want to steal some kind of beauty elixir from here?"
Hu Dajun's intelligence is very accurate.
Now I've heard rumors about this place.
"There are also people who want to buy the beauty pills at high prices, saying that if they can buy them, they will give a lot of kickbacks."
Hu Dajun said anxiously.
Beauty Elixir?
That was a natural pill I made myself.
It definitely had an effect; otherwise, why would Lin Youran have helped him gather intelligence?
How much money do they want to buy it?
Zhang Fan came up with an idea.
"I want as many of these as you have."
Hu Dajun held up one finger.
"Ten thousand yuan, or one thousand yuan?"
"One million!"
Hu Dajun said excitedly.
One million?
It's not ghost money, is it?
This product has just been released and hasn't been fully released yet. Is someone willing to pay this price?
It's likely that someone wants to buy it for reverse engineering.
Just like Jiang Wei, he just wanted to get his hands on something and then study it.
"You can contact him and say you have a hundred of them, and see if he can eat them all."
Zhang Fan took a large box out of the drawer.
"Boss, are you really going to sell? I have a feeling those guys have ulterior motives."
Hu Dajun said in surprise.
The price is indeed high, but if someone figures it out, it will be worthless.
Zhang Fan opened the box, and Hu Dajun walked over, pinching his nose.
"Is this cow dung? Why does it smell so bad?"
Hu Dajun glanced at these round things.
Zhang Fan smiled. Don't those people like reverse engineering?
Take it and study it!
A million cow dung per pod would be enough for them to study thoroughly.