Chapter 647: Dancing Princess vs. East Factory Admiral 7
Quan Jiu was wearing a gray-green robe, a dark blue corset, and a white jade mask on her nose. She took out a white jade porcelain bottle and handed it to the servant.
"Didn't you say last time that you were short of medicine to treat internal injuries?"
The servant took it with a look of surprise, opened the porcelain bottle, and counted the pills in the bottle. There were thirty pills in total.
"Mr. Shen, you are truly a miraculous doctor. The beauty pills you sent last time received very good feedback. Many noble ladies in the city are asking about you."
He lowered his voice and leaned close to his ear when he said this.
"Among them, several ladies in the palace have secretly sent people to inquire about your whereabouts, hoping that you will provide them with elixirs..."
When Quan Jiu heard that Chu Tuo's concubines wanted to buy medicine, he was happy:
"Yes, but if the people in the palace need to buy medicine, this amount is required."
She raised a finger.
It would be a waste not to cheat a scumbag’s money.
"One hundred taels?" the servant was surprised.
Although his medicine was indeed amazingly effective, one hundred taels of silver was enough for an ordinary family of three to use for three to five years. One hundred taels of silver for one pill was indeed a sky-high price.
The servant thought she didn't know how expensive firewood, rice, oil and salt were: "Master Chen, don't you think the price is a bit high..."
Quan Jiu withdrew his hand, shook his head and chuckled:
"That's the exact number, not a single cent less."
The servant looked embarrassed and said, "Then I will discuss this with the president later."
He led Quanjiu to the VIP box backstage.
"Please wait a moment. I'll ask the pharmacist to identify the medicine."
"Thank you."
………
Auction house, lounge.
Shen San looked at the man sitting on the couch and saluted respectfully:
"Master, the person is still not found."
The black-robed man sitting on the couch slowly opened his eyes, his face dignified and his eyes as indifferent as water.
"Go down and receive your punishment."
Shen San: “Yes.”
The fact that they were able to track down two weak women who had no martial arts skills was indeed a serious dereliction of duty on the part of the Jinyiwei of the Dongchang.
Just as Shen San opened the door and was about to go out, Huang Yaoshi from the auction house suddenly rushed in rashly.
"master!"
He was too fast and didn't slow down. He was about to crash into Shen San. Shen San quickly grabbed his arm and turned him to the side, his face darkening.
"How can you be so unruly!"
Huang Yaoshi was not afraid of him at all. He rushed into the lounge with a bright white pill in his hand.
"Master, I found a treasure!"
Chen Lang knew that he was obsessed with refining medicine, and no rules or etiquette could compare to a good medicine:
"What kind of medicine is this?"
Huang Yaoshi's eyes lit up: "Medicine for internal injuries!"
Shen San couldn’t help but pour cold water on him: “Medicines for treating internal injuries can be found everywhere outside, so what’s so strange about it?”
Huang Yaoshi glared at him in dissatisfaction:
"There are many medicines for treating internal injuries. They may have immediate effects. There are medicines that can cure 80% of injuries within the time of an incense stick. Do you dare to say that you have seen it?!"
"How is it possible to heal 80% of the injuries in just one stick of incense? This is ridiculous!"
Shen San shook his head decisively.
Healing 80% of injuries within one incense stick is almost equivalent to recovery. After finally beating the enemy to low health, the opponent recovers in one second. Wouldn't that make people angry to death?
Huang Yaoshi: "Don't disbelieve me, one of my medicine boys injured his internal organs while testing some medicine the other day. He's recovering from his injuries now. After taking this pill, his internal injuries are almost completely healed."
Shen San was stunned. He knew that Huang Yaoshi would never joke about the elixir. If he said that, it was most likely true.
He looked at Shen Lang hesitantly: "Master?"
A dark light flashed across Shen Lang's dark eyes: "Who made the elixir?"
Huang Yaoshi: "It was sent by Master Shen."
"Take me to see him."
…
“Mr. Shen, this is a distinguished guest from our Chamber of Commerce. I heard about the elixir you made and wanted to come and see you.”
The president of the Chamber of Commerce stood between the two of them.
Quan Jiu looked at the man wearing a white bamboo hat, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
With the system in place, this hat is almost useless.
No wonder Chen Lang succeeded in usurping the throne so easily in the novel. It turned out that as early as this time, he had already become the owner of the Yutong Chamber of Commerce.
Shen Lang's narrow eyes fell on half of her mask through a veil.
Quan Jiu let him look at her at first, but he stared at her for too long, so long that she thought her identity had been exposed.
She pursed her lips and simply sat down at the wooden table.
At this moment, the man hiding under the bamboo hat spoke:
"Sir, your surname is Shen?"
In Meng State, there are not many people with the surname Chen.
Quan Jiu borrowed his surname without any guilt, and said confidently:
"That's right."
Shen Lang sat down opposite her: "Did you refine all these pills?"
Quan Jiu sipped his teacup with his thin lips: "Could it be that you refined it?"
The president of the Chamber of Commerce frowned, worried about her audacity.
Shen Lang showed no sign of anger: "How many of these pills can you refine?"
Quan Jiu: "As much as you want."
After he finished speaking, the expressions of the other people present changed.
If this medicine is used during marches and battles...
Shen Lang raised his eyes again and looked straight into her eyes.
If at the beginning, all he wanted was the elixir, then now, what he wants is... himself.
"I wonder where Mr. Shen learned his skills?" Shen Lang's pale pink lips parted slightly.
Quan Jiu played with the white jade teacup, his attitude was lazy, but his tone was arrogant and presumptuous:
"I don't have a master, I'm self-taught."
This was the truth, but no one else present believed it.
Shen Lang gave the Chamber of Commerce president a look, and the other party immediately said:
"I wonder if Mr. Shen is interested in becoming the exclusive pharmacist for the Yutong Chamber of Commerce?"
"Not interested."
Quan Jiu decisively refused.
Pills are just the first step in her empire. There is still a series of tasks waiting for her to complete. She naturally will not confine herself to a medicine room.
The bank president said, "Mr. Shen, don't rush to refuse. There are many benefits to becoming a dedicated pharmacist."
"No matter how many benefits there are, I'm not interested."
She made the elixir just to accumulate wealth quickly.
Seeing her resolute attitude, the president stole a glance at Shen Lang.
Chen Lang: "I remember that the Yutong Chamber of Commerce has an honorary pharmacist?"
The honorary pharmacist is just a name on the Chamber of Commerce's list and does not need to make pills every day. He is equivalent to the Chamber of Commerce's living signboard.
Today, all seven honorary pharmacists in the Chamber of Commerce are world-famous miracle doctors.
The president suppressed the shock in his eyes and explained to Quan Jiu the meaning of honorary pharmacist.
"Of course, even if honorary pharmacists don't need to refine pills, they still get paid."
Quan Jiu was a little moved.
Seeing that she was beginning to waver, the bank president immediately struck while the iron was hot: "You can name your own compensation."
Quan Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Really open it casually?"
President: "You can first state a number."
Quanjiu made a “1”.
President: "One thousand taels?"
Compared to other honorary pharmacists, this price is really not high.
Quan Jiu shook his head.
The bank president hesitated: "Although ten thousand taels of silver is a bit high, it is not out of the question..."
"Wrong." Quan Jiu suddenly spoke.
The bank president looked at her in confusion.
"It's not ten thousand taels of silver." Quan Jiu curled his thin lips slightly.
"It's ten thousand taels of gold."
The president gasped.
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