Su Anqiao nodded: "Well, we weighed a jar of more than one pound at that time."
She picked up the phone, dialed the number, and waited for the call to be transferred to Lijiawan. When the call was connected, Su Anqiao told Wenwen about the situation here.
After hearing this, Wenwen praised Su Anqiao highly. She never knew that the man who usually looked careless could do these things with ease. Wenwen knew that those rich ladies were arrogant and difficult to deal with, but she didn't expect that Su Anqiao could handle them so well.
This is the family inheritance, which she has been exposed to since childhood. In addition, she usually comes into contact with rich people, so she understands their mentality better.
"We're only giving this batch away, not selling it. Since those rich ladies are interested, this is truly a godsend. If you ask the price, just say it's 150 yuan per jar. If you include the blood-boosting pills, it'll be 300 yuan."
Su Anqiao was shocked when he heard this: "It's so expensive? Will anyone buy it?"
Wenwen said: "After your operation, our product is going to be high-end. Fortunately, the blue and white porcelain bottles we put in the first batch look very high-end.
"Those wives of officials and wealthy women, if you sell too cheaply, they'll doubt your quality. We need to go high-end. Next time, our bottles should be even better. We recycle bottles, and each recycled bottle is worth 50 yuan. Do you think we should set the price a little higher?"
Wenwen thought that a few decades from now, wealthy women would enjoy showing off the expensive skin care products on their dressing tables. The more expensive the products, the more face they would feel.
After hearing this, Su Anqiao realized that recycling one bottle would cost fifty yuan. Doesn't that mean the bottle has become a symbol of status?
Wenwen said: "We want people to know about our product, so we have to take the most high-end route and let others know that those who can afford this product are wealthy and prestigious people."
Shi Yuhe understood what was going on and said, "If we want to go for the high-end route, then this is what we should do. If one bottle costs fifty yuan, then I think this bottle of facial mask should be priced around two hundred yuan."
Xiao Huimin, who was silent on the side, listened to their conversation and thought to himself that the average worker in the mainland only earns more than 30 yuan a month, and we sell this jar of facial mask for 200 yuan. It would take almost half a year's salary to buy such a jar of facial mask.
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