Dear Commander-in-Chief

Bai's Pharmacy.

Bai Lang was in the accounting room's lounge, eating crystal grapes, instructing the pharmacist to make medicine, and remotely commanding the pharmacy stewards to bid for the rich ladies.

Seeing that the rich ladies actually raised the price to several thousand yuan a piece, Bai Lang was amazed: "When the palace saint said that this medicine would be bid for, I was still laughing. Although this medicine is very scarce, it is not life-saving. Can you just tolerate the headache and dizziness for a while? Apart from rich people who are so idle, who would spend money on dizziness medicine? I never thought that these lunatics would really fight for a piece of medicine at any cost."

When the steward saw that the bidding reached 8,000 yuan, he couldn't stand it any longer. He came back and asked Bailang for instructions: "Second Young Master, do you want to continue bidding?"

Bai Lang dialed a phone call to Uncle Zhang: "Old Zhang, I helped your President prepare the medicine and raised the bidding to 8,000 yuan a share. How about it? Is it about time to give up?"

Zhang Bo: "Continue. Don't stop until the highest price is reached."

Bai Lang narrowed his eyes: "No, that's not like the style of our upright and kind-hearted President. He should give it away for free, right? Could it be..."

As he said this, he also had a vague premonition of whose idea this idea came from.

Sure enough, Zhang Bo smiled slightly: "Of course it's not the President. Otherwise, why would I ask you to act as an agent? This is Miss Xiao Qiao's business experience. Don't worry, the cost of cooking the medicine will be doubled to you, so you won't lose."

Bai Lang gasped: "Double? She has already made thousands of times the money, and she just gave me double, and she still said I didn't lose money?"

Uncle Zhang: "This is called intellectual property. Who knows that only our girl Xiao Qiao has the secret recipe for vertigo? By the way, if you leak the secret, you will be very responsible!"

Bailang: "..."

Emotionally, is he working for that little goblin Gong Sheng?

Damn, why is Bailang so miserable?

Either Gong Jue will take her to work for Gu Qiqi, or Gong Sheng will take her to work for Yun Qiao.

The goblins of the Gong brothers are all incompatible with him, right?

Bai Lang scratched his hair and ordered the pharmacy manager irritably: "Continue bidding until you squeeze out those rich ladies!"

If it's a palace saint's matter, it will be over with the confusion.

However, Gong Sheng values ​​the goblin in Gong Sheng's family more seriously than he does. If he doesn't do things well, Gong Sheng will definitely not look good on him, and he might even settle the score later!

He doesn't want to work in Africa anymore.

Half an hour later.

Bidding for vertigo pills has finally reached its peak.

A rich lady paid 80,000 yuan for a portion and took the photo.

Bai's Pharmacy prepared a total of 20 doses of medicine.

Limited to two servings per person.

Mrs. Su only grabbed two of them in the end.

Later, after some nice talk with other wives, I increased the price by another 10,000 yuan and got 5 copies.

In total, I spent a total of dizziness pills.

Mrs. Su felt that her vertigo was getting worse!

Holding this precious medicine, she was careful when drinking it, taking smaller sips than when tasting red wine.

The medicine is very effective and takes effect immediately after drinking it.

However, the price is also exorbitantly expensive!

Su Yulin's phone call followed: "Mommy, how's it going?"

Mrs. Su: "There is still a spare copy. You can give the other five copies to friends. Remember, if they do not have business dealings with our family or are helpful to you in the entertainment industry, you must not give them away, you hear me!"