"Ten thousand per pill, isn't that too cheap?"
When they heard Lin Yifan's quote, both Shen Shiyao and Er Yuehong, who had just walked in, were stunned.
"Not cheap at all, the real cost of this medicine is only a hundred or so yuan, as long as it can support my herbal purchase, it's enough."
Lin Yifan said with a smile.
Six pills, sold for six hundred thousand, was already a sky-high price.
"This is a great opportunity to make money. Even if it's fifty thousand per pill, there'd definitely be buyers. Are you at odds with money? You hold a golden rice bowl yet beg for food; I truly give up on you."
Shen Shiyao said, looking helpless.
He's always at odds with money.
