Lin Wangshi cried and talked for a long time, but it was just that her husband was attracted by her beauty and wanted to take a concubine.
It just so happened that he and Lin Wangshi had originally had a close relationship, and Lin Wangshi felt that his master disliked her because she was too old.
"I only need one mask. I heard it lasts seven days, so I can come back in six days, okay? Or could you sell me more at once?"
Wang Yi quickly waved her hands: "It's really not that I don't want to sell it to you, it's just that I don't know the price yet. I developed all these masks myself, and because of the limited medicinal materials, I can only make a little bit every day-"
"One hundred taels of silver!"
Wang Yi continued to shake his head: "It's really not because of the price, it's because the production can't be increased——"
"Three hundred taels!"
“…”
"Otherwise, five hundred taels! That's too expensive for me to do the accounting. If it's five hundred taels, I only need two thousand taels a month, so I can still hide it. I can take four at once!"
Wang Yi: "..." What else to say? Money hits your head.
She nimbly stretched out her little hand, picked up the silk package, wrapped the four facial masks, and handed them respectfully to Lin Wangshi.
Mrs. Lin Wang took the mask and carefully asked how to use it, then she ran home happily and impatiently.
"Mrs. Lin, take care!"
Wang Yi went out to see the silver off, oh no, to see Mrs. Lin off.
Four facial masks were gone in the blink of an eye.
And, there is pricing.
Five hundred taels each!
If I take out nine portions every day and sell them all, I'll get 4,500 taels. This is simply a golden nest! It's much faster than exchanging it with filial piety points.
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Mr. Qian is celebrating his 60th birthday today, and the house is full of guests. As the hostess, Qian Liushi put on her full makeup with joy, becoming the most dazzling color at the banquet.
Even though Mr. Qian is sixty years old this year, he feels happy when he sees his beautiful wife.
He already loved Liu, and today Liu had earned him face. All his old friends came to ask him how he could keep a woman so beautiful.
Liu Xiaonian stole the show and whispered with other female relatives, telling them where she bought the facial mask and the handkerchief she wanted, and repeatedly reminded them not to spread the news.
In short, today Liu was pampered and enjoyed the questioning of the women from various families. She felt as happy as if she was stepping into the clouds.
This is all thanks to that mask.
At this birthday banquet, Wang Yi's reputation spread throughout the upper circles of Qingdong City.
The small shop called Zhenbao Pavilion was thus established without Wang Yi's knowledge.
After noon, Li Chengcai's enthusiasm for opening a store obviously became much weaker.
Because there was no customer in the morning.
The only lady who came into the store went to the inner room to talk with my mother. She was very happy when she left, and my mother didn't say anything.
Instead, he waved his hand and asked him to put a price tag of five hundred taels of silver on the only facial mask on the rosewood table.
"Five hundred taels each? Do you think it can be sold? I've never seen even fifty taels of silver since I grew up." Li Chengcai muttered to his wife in a low voice, and was slapped on the backhand by Meng Cuilan.
"Go wait at the door and don't let anyone take the opportunity to steal the ginseng. Whatever mother says is what you should do. Just listen carefully and don't worry about other things." Meng Cuilan saw the silk package in the arms of the noble lady when she left.
He must have bought a face mask and left!
But it’s impossible to tell how much was bought.
Even if I only bought one, that's still five hundred taels! I made five hundred taels in the blink of an eye. What a precious thing! Its value is simply terrifying.
"Hey? Wife, look over there, at the Changsheng Pharmacy across the street, what are they doing? Why are there so many people?"
Li Changsheng and the other person stood at the door and looked out, and saw a huge red silk banner hanging at the door of Changsheng Pharmacy, and red paper was also pasted on the door.
Ding Sanshun rushed in from outside at this time: "Oh no, oh no, the opponent is trying to destroy our stage!"
Wang Yi came out from the inner room during his lunch break, fanning himself with a round fan and asked lazily, "What's all the commotion?"
"Sister, the Changsheng Medicine Shop is selling ginseng."
"Selling ginseng? How much?"
"You can buy ginseng at half price when you buy medicine! The door is full of maids, old women and servants from wealthy families. They are about to steal our limelight!" Ding Sanshun watched from the other side for a long time. He was really nervous, so he ran back anxiously to report to Wang Yi.
Li Changsheng and the other man were illiterate, and seeing the lights and decorations on the other side, they had no idea what they were doing. So when they heard this, they immediately became furious. What should they do? Changsheng's herbal medicine shop was the largest in the city, and if they were determined to compete with us, they were no match.
"What are you afraid of?"
Wang Yi continued fanning herself nonchalantly, "That's not how business works. We don't sell low-end goods. Don't worry about it."
"But, the line over there is full, and we don't have a single guest at home."
"Well, you guys come and put a price tag on the ginseng for me."
What Wang Yi took out this time were the seeds thrown out by the old ginseng, the small ginseng that he reproduced himself.
Probably, each one is about a hundred years old?
The oldest one is probably only three hundred years old.
As for the so-called "Ginseng King" framed in the middle, Wang Yi had already pulled it up and thrown it into the air. It was definitely a thousand years old. It could not be priced. I'm afraid no one in Qingdong City could afford it.
Because an ordinary hundred-year-old ginseng costs over three thousand taels of silver.
Wang Yi simply marked the price of a hundred-year-old ginseng at five thousand taels, and a three-hundred-year-old ginseng at thirty thousand taels, and called it the King of Ginseng, and only put it on display.
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