Zhong Shutong became interested.

He immediately went downstairs with Wang Ye.

Wang Ye took out the prescription from the medicine bottle and showed it to Zhong Shutong.

After carefully examining each Chinese herb, Zhong Shutong nodded repeatedly.

"Hmm~! This prescription is truly amazing. It's made with pure Chinese medicine, without even a single Western medicine ingredient added. It seems you're right. This stuff is good. It would be a shame not to use such a good thing to make money."

make money?

Wang Ye looked at Zhong Shutong curiously.

"Aunt Zhong, with your clever mind, what kind of money-making model have you come up with this time?"

Zhong Shutong looked at Wang Ye confidently and said:

"If this prescription is produced and marketed through ordinary channels, the entire process would take too long. By the time it becomes profitable, it will be at least next year or even the year after."

"At that time, if the formula is leaked, a large number of pharmaceutical companies will imitate it, which will cause a lot of trouble, as well as a series of problems such as promotion, and we won't make much money."

"If we change the way we make money, we can not only make more money, but also make money faster. Most importantly, we can make money as soon as we produce it, and we don't have to go through our own sales channels. People will be scrambling to buy this medicine."

When Wang Ye heard this, he couldn't help but give Zhong Shutong a thumbs up.

"Aunt Zhong, you are indeed a business genius. Tell me about it!"

Seeing Wang Ye's curious face, Zhong Shutong stopped talking and leaned back on the passenger seat.

"I'm so tired. After running up and down your house, my stockings seem to be worn out. I guess I need to go to the mall and buy a new pair of stockings."

"Onoko, you will accompany me to the mall to buy stockings, right?"