Lennar's operational strategy proved to be quite successful.
People in this era have never experienced the invasion of soft articles, and they have never seen such unique food articles as "The Lonely Gourmet". Almost that night, more than half of the families who subscribed to this newspaper were silently talking late at night. Added a late night snack.
The next day, when Warren got up early, before he had time to read yesterday's "Daily Prestige", he found that the door of his store was already lined with customers who wanted to taste the legendary mysterious drink Coke. I was almost glad that I had placed an order for another hundred bottles with Antoine.
After tasting the Coke at the other end, Warren had already placed an additional order. He felt at the time that even if the Coke couldn't be sold, it wouldn't hurt at all to put it in the store and drink it slowly. Who would have known, but two days later, This drink has become a household name in Prest.
After opening the door, Warren Pharmacy Store was immediately crowded with people. In front of the counter, whether they were nobles or businessmen in formal attire, or ordinary civilians, whether they were ladies with heavy makeup or tall and burly men, they were all Repeating a sentence - give me a bottle of Coke!
"Don't worry, don't worry, everyone, line up, I have a lot of inventory here."
Warren shouted at the top of his lungs, causing the noisy crowd to gradually form a jagged line.
"Three copper coins, only three copper coins. In order to ensure that everyone can drink, one person is only allowed to buy one bottle."
There was no such experience in the past. Warren said this based on intuition. He knew that Coke was not expensive and some nobles might just throw a gold coin over. So in order to expand his influence and let more people drink it, Warren did this. Specified.
Fortunately, those who learned about Coca-Cola through "Daily Prest" obeyed the rules. They paid with one hand and received the goods with the other. There was no dispute.
Mr. York was originally asked by his wife to get up early to buy the drink in the novel. He himself was not in the habit of reading novels, and he did not like the bottle of black liquid in his hand.
However, when he saw the intoxicated expressions on the people around him when they opened the bottle caps and drank Coke in one gulp, he was also a little moved.
"Just a bite, a taste."
Opening the bottle cap, York let the cold black liquid flow into his throat.
Poof—
A strong irritating feeling spread in the mouth, like a violent storm, beating on the tip of the tongue. Soon, before the intense feeling subsided, a soft and sweet taste followed one after another, with a refreshing flavor, which made York soaked it up.
When he came to his senses, York found that he had finished the drink in the bottle.
"Oops."
He couldn't offend his wife and hurriedly wanted to buy another bottle, but Warren's rule of only selling one bottle per person blocked York's idea. When he was in a dilemma, a woman next to York suddenly screamed.
“Oh my god, what is this, another bottle!!?”
She waved the bottle cap in her hand, with the words "One More Bottle" written on it.
The woman excitedly squeezed to the counter and showed Warren the bottle cap in her hand.
"Well, this lady is lucky, she got a free bottle."
Warren took out a bottle of Coke from the freezer, handed it to the woman, and took away the bottle cap.
This whole process made everyone very envious, it was like pie in the sky.
"Everyone, if you open the bottle cap and find a message for another bottle inside, then you can come to me to redeem one."
Warren said, causing those who had previously thrown their bottle caps in the trash to rush to dig through them for fear of missing out on the big prize.
York's heartbeat accelerated for a moment. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bottle cap that had not been discarded in his hand. The metallic luster of the bottle cap had never attracted his attention so much, as if it was the supreme truth. , is the hope for the future.
Slowly flipping the bottle cap, York's heart clenched suddenly when he saw a sentence written on it.
"One more... uh, thank you for your business?"
There is no doubt that he did not win the lottery.
... ...
In Antoine's alchemy workshop dozens of miles away, the alchemy circle is continuously operating. Bottles of Coke are packed into boxes quickly and neatly. Three production lines are developed in parallel to maximize efficiency.
Feedback from other places has yet to come back, but the order from Priest is already on its second order, and the magical drink Coke seems to be quite popular there.
Antoine did not subscribe to "Daily Prest", so he naturally did not know about Reiner's business strategy. He only knew that he might be able to make a fortune by relying on drinks like Coke.
Sitting on the sofa, Antoine sipped a cup of warm coffee. The bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, making him concentrate.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Antoine stood up, picked up the wooden stick for self-defense and opened the door, only to find a strange young man.
"Sir, would you like to know more about our products..."
"Go away, go away, I have no interest in these sales pitches!"
Antoine immediately waved his stick to intimidate the other party.
"Don't be like this, sir, this is a brand new product. It only takes five minutes and you will fall in love with this product just like me..."
The other party spoke very persistently in a slightly unorthodox common language, and seemed not to be afraid of Antoine's stick.
As a result, Antoine wasted five minutes listening to the other party's explanation before closing the door angrily, lamenting that another five minutes of his life had been wasted.
"Well, let's mail this batch over first... Hey, did I miss one bottle before?"
Looking at the wooden box containing Coke by the window, Antoine confirmed slightly confused.
Outside the window, Sanderson was sweating profusely. He was holding the Coke he had just stolen and did not dare to make a sound.
The salesman just now was hired by Sanderson to attract attention. He himself stole a bottle of Coke from the open window and planned to take it back to Piram.
"Really, the weather has been getting hotter and hotter recently."
Antoine said to himself, took a basin of cold water, and poured it out the window, trying to make the air cooler.
And this basin of water fell on Sanderson's head without any bias. The unlucky guy was soaked in the water silently, but he didn't dare to say a word of resistance and hid with bated breath.
It wasn't until Antoine left the window that Sanderson crept out of the backyard, climbed over the wall, and left Antoine's alchemy workshop.
Although his whole body was soaked, Sanderson looked at the cold and black liquid in his hand and felt that he had not insulted the task assigned to him by Lord Piram, and he felt very happy in his heart.
"One day in the future, I must let this guy Antoine lie down and lick the mud on the soles of my shoes - sneeze!"
Before he finished speaking, Sanderson sneezed. He shook his body, said no more, and walked towards the exit of the old street.