Lin Qinghen tried to struggle: "This is a good thing, better than anything on the market, really, you will know after you take a look..."
The clerk looked at him with a cold expression, as if to say "everyone who comes here says this". No matter what he said, the set price would not change.
She certainly wouldn't open it and take a look. Ever since Lin Qinghen said that he was not an alchemist, the clerk didn't even bother to look at him, so she naturally wouldn't waste any extra time.
If it was a high-level elixir, she might have put more effort into it, but there was no need for the hemostatic powder.
Although Lin Qinghen still makes a profit based on the selling price of 250, the margin is very small.
He could also omit the ripening agent to lower costs, but either way, the profit would be much lower than he had expected, and the time it would take him to complete the task would be greatly extended.
And after thinking about it, Lin Qinghen really couldn't accept this price.
Although the pills were made by the system, they also contained his hard work. The top-quality red round wheat was researched and grown by him bit by bit.
The great working class and peasant class will not be exploited by capitalists!
Besides, this isn’t the only pharmacy in this city!
He stormed out with his medicine.
Then he found that other pharmacies were not as good as Bailu Pharmacy.
The purchase price and charges of large stores are similar, and Bailu's are slightly higher. Small and medium-sized stores simply do not accept foreign bulk goods. As for auction houses, it is even less likely that they will be interested in the Hemostatic Powder.
In the end, Lin Qinghen ran for almost a whole day and was completely wiped out. In the last two hours, he simply spread a piece of cloth at the street corner and decided to sell it himself.
Although the operation started off badly, at least this situation taught Lin Qinghen, who lived deep in the Lin family, a lesson.
If he wants to make money, he can't just do scientific research, he also has to get down to earth.
He was not just feeling aggrieved about not being able to sell the medicine. Now he sat on the ground and thought over the matter carefully.
When he went to the first store, he was wondering why the price of the pills was so low. Although alchemists could save on testing fees and handling fees due to their status, their profit margins were also very small and might even be negative.
Alchemists are known to have high status, so why would they allow this situation to exist? Is this reasonable
He went to a few more houses, inquired about the situation, and made some contacts. He quickly understood what was going on and found it to be very reasonable.
Alchemists not only have scarce talents, but also lack combat effectiveness, and they also need financial support during the process of cultivation and improvement. So in order to protect themselves, this group either chooses to stick together, or join a powerful force to seek protection, or they are born into a force. Alchemists who are left alone are very rare.
The group of alchemists or alchemist families that are tightly knit together are originally one of the partners of the drug store. The strong ones cooperate with large drug stores, and the weak ones cooperate with small drug stores. Some of them are even the owners of the drug stores and belong to the capitalist family.
As for the alchemists who choose to join forces, their medicines will never flow into the market and will be used directly by their own people.
If they really don't want to join any force to restrict themselves, relatively independent alchemists will not sell medicine directly, but will choose a private adventure team as a logistics team member. The refined pills will be directly used as supplies for the team members. At the same time, they will enjoy the right to distribute the proceeds of the team's adventure. They do not make profits directly from medicines, but can still make a lot of money.
There are actually only a few options available to alchemists.
The only source of elixirs is the alchemist. Under such circumstances, the pharmacy that controls the large group of alchemists at the source has already formed a monopoly.
Moreover, he could tell, judging from the change in attitude of the clerk who received him, that the purchase window in the drugstore was not actually for medicines, but was mainly used to recruit single alchemists.
A small retail investor like Lin Qinghen, who had just arrived, was seen by the shop assistants as a low-level middleman with no say, so he must be the idiot.
Therefore, the above conventional ways of making money for alchemists are not suitable for his special situation. If Lin Qinghen wants to complete the system task as soon as possible, he has to find another way.
Sure enough, no system task is simple.
He set up a stall here to sell goods and tried to start his own business, but it didn't go well.
Pills are not ordinary things. They are used to save lives and treat injuries in critical moments. Ordinary spiritualists will naturally trust pharmacies that have quality assurance.
Lin Qinghen's price has dropped from the market price of 600 to 500, and then to 400, but still no one is interested.
Not to mention buying it, there was no one even interested in coming over to take a look at the quality of the pills.
The main reason was that his goods were so simple, there were only a few bottles, and they were the most common yellow-grade three-star hemostatic powder, not some precious good stuff. He was the shabbiest one among all the street vendors, and he even covered his face, looking like a little liar.
These days, it’s not uncommon to make fake pills to cheat people out of money.
Besides, all the good spots on the street were taken. Lin Qinghen was a newcomer, and the spot he found was the most remote. Even if he shouted, no one could see where he was.
Even so, Lin Qinghen did not pack up and leave. The fleet of garbage trucks would be busy outside all day, and he calculated the time, so this was still possible.
He finally just erased the price on the sign and wrote "Free Trial" instead.
The people have sharp eyes. Even if the pharmacy has a monopoly, good quality and low price products will always be popular no matter in which world.
Lin Qinghen firmly believed that the quality and efficacy of his pills were much better than those on the market. He grew the raw materials himself, and he knew it well.
As long as he sells one bottle this time, he will have repeat customers. That would be a good start and his trip today would not be in vain.
However, medicines are not food. It is common to try them casually, but even fewer people would try a drug casually.
Moreover, it was getting dark. The palm-sized stall of Lin Qinghen was blocked by the high wall next to it, and the light was gone. Not to mention what he wrote on the board, Lin Qinghen's entire stall was hidden in the shadow and could not be seen.
He also wanted to shout out the offer of free drug trials, but the street was noisy and Lin Qinghen didn't have a loud voice, so his voice couldn't be heard at all.
Thinking of changing places is wishful thinking. The streets in the city center where stalls can be set up have been marked out. There are only a few places and so many vendors are waiting to make money. He is lucky to find a corner today. Where else can there be a good spot left for him
There will always be someone who notices me, right
Lin Qinghen thought so.
What he didn't expect was that someone had already noticed him.
Only not on the street, but above his head.
The location Lin Qinghen found was under the wall of a small inn. This store, located in the street of small stalls, was not in a good location due to the noise outside, so it usually had mediocre business. But recently there were many people in Dongtian Mansion, and the inn was also full of people.
Right above Lin Qinghen's head was the room of the inn, which happened to have a small elegant window.
In the room, there was a simple tea table next to the window. It would have been impossible to sit down quietly and have a cup of tea in such an environment, but the person sitting next to the tea table had been sitting there for a long time, as if an old monk in meditation.
The person sitting quietly also looked like a teenager, about the same age as Lin Qinghen. He was wearing moon-white clothes and had his long hair simply tied up.
He had a very good-looking face with impeccable features. There was an unforgettable youthful heroism between his brows, and a kind of jade-like clarity and indifference. However, there was one flaw that was difficult to ignore on such a good-looking face - his eyes seemed to be blind.
His eyes were an unhealthy grey. Even when they were open, they seemed covered by a film or an impenetrable fog. His eyes looked empty and lifeless, and his whole person looked a bit wooden.
The blind boy did not come alone. There were two people who looked like guards guarding the curtain door not far from the tea table. These two guards were not simple characters. Upon closer inspection, they were actually two Earth-level spiritual masters, at least five stars or above.
The higher the level of spiritual master, the harder it is to practice. The strength of a five-star earth-level spiritual master is already enough to be a guest of honor for some small and medium-sized forces.
Logically speaking, a person who has such guards must be either rich or noble, and should be a precious young master of a large family. But for some reason, although the two guards were guarding outside honestly, they did not seem to respect this "young master" very much, and occasionally they could be heard whispering.
"This Yin Jiuxiao has been sitting there for a long time, what is he doing?"
"Shh, keep your voice down, he can hear you."
"What's wrong with being able to hear it?" The guard curled his lips, "In the Yin family, I still gave him some face and called him Young Master. This is outside.
Besides, he has long been a useless waste. If the marriage with the Lin family was not profitable, why would we bother to support him and make such a trip? Who knew that when we arrived at Dongtian Mansion yesterday, the Lin family looked down on us and we were not even allowed to enter the door! We had to stay in this small inn outside! Shame on you! "
"Oh, stop talking," the second guard advised him, "Lin Zhongtian and Lin Qingshuang will be back in two days, and all the major forces will gather at that time. Lin Zhongtian, the head of the family, is reasonable and considerate. This engagement is set in stone, and everyone knows it. He will never regret it. Although our young master has ruined his talent, the engagement with Lin Qingshuang is still useful. You just wait."
The two guards were talking there, and the young man Yin Jiuxiao who was sitting there could hear it clearly, but he remained motionless.
Although there was no spiritual energy fluctuation around him, and although the guards outside believed that he was a "useless waste", Yin Jiuxiao was not in a daze during these few hours, he was practicing.
When he is practicing, nothing can disturb him, let alone a few words, so no matter whether it is the guards' nonsense or the noise from the outside world, it is unimportant and meaningless.
But there was an accident this afternoon.
Amidst the countless meaningless noises, Yin Jiuxiao heard a voice outside the window.
It was rare for him to be divided in his mind during cultivation. Perhaps he was feeling a little uneasy today and was not as focused as usual. He didn't know why he was attracted by the voice.
That should be a small vendor selling elixirs. He is not very smart. I don't know why he chose a corner, right under this window. No wonder he can't sell anything.
Yin Jiuxiao just listened to him mumbling below, like a very unlucky little fool.
"Will anyone buy it for 600 Ling Baht?"
"It seems a bit expensive," there was a sound of rubbing in between, "I'll change it to 500."
"Is 400 not even possible?"
“It’s already very cheap.”
“200! A bargain price! You won’t find this store again if you miss it, my friends!”
"I'll do it for free, okay?"
"Oh my God, is it still useful for me to worship the Lucky Cat and Guan Erye now?"
“… Why is there still no one here
"Hi? Can you look at me?"
"Are you going to pay for it?"
“It’s not impossible.”
"But I don't have the money to pay for it. I haven't sold a single bottle."
"If no one is trying the medicine, how about I go and show it to everyone myself?"
"I'm a weakling. I feel like I might die if I get stabbed."
Compared to other vendors, this little idiot who couldn't sell anything was not particularly noisy.
He was probably not very old, and he could not squeeze past other experienced vendors, so his voice could not be heard. After realizing this, he quickly gave up hawking, as he could not be heard anyway, so he just muttered occasionally.
"I just want one guest."
Yin Jiuxiao heard his hope again.
"As long as one person tries it, they will know that this is the best medicine."
What he sells is just the most common three-star yellow-grade hemostatic powder. I don't know where this stupid confidence comes from.
But we have to admit that among the many noisy sounds on the street, his clear and tender youthful voice is indeed a breath of fresh air. It sounds comfortable and not annoying.
What he muttered from time to time also reflected the true feelings of a person who was doing business for the first time. He had been reducing the price all the time, but still didn't sell a single bottle. Not even a customer came to look at his products. Yet he was still lively and tried to laugh despite the hardship.
It's like... a little crow chirping without knowing the immensity of the world.
Yin Jiuxiao gave a definition with a cold face.
Although he called the other person little crow, he didn't seem to be annoyed enough to change his seat. He still sat by the window and listened.
The main thing is that the little crow did not complain about the world, and even its initial confidence did not decrease at all. It kept repeating, "This is the best hemostatic powder in the entire spiritual world." After listening to it for a long time, it seemed that Yin Jiuxiao was about to believe it.
This made him gradually become interested and want to know when the little crow under the window would be able to sell a bottle.
Soon he heard the man amusing himself, humming a tune he had never heard before, and he wondered if he was trying to cheer himself up.
"Good luck, wish me good luck, good luck brings joy and love, good luck, good luck to us, welcome the good luck and prosperity! Four! Sea! Hey!"
The two guards guarding the curtain door heard a sound at this moment.
They looked in the direction of the sound and it seemed that Yin Jiuxiao, who was sitting like a wooden man by the window, suddenly chuckled.
What is this idiot laughing at