Chapter 58

Qifeng hadn't even spoken when Sumeizi started chattering away, waving the empty bottle in her hand. "This stuff gets absorbed so quickly, it doesn't leave any oil but still hydrates. Hey, what did you use to make it?"

Sumeizi's excited expression left Qifeng speechless. No oil and hydrates? This was a high-level life-saving drug from a cultivation realm, a small vial of which could instantly restore a half-dead, nearly kneeling cultivator of around level 30-40 to full health. And this was the evaluation you gave it? If this box of Zijing Yurong Ointment had any consciousness, it would be spitting blood from anger! Besides, how would he know how to make this stuff? Even if he did, and taught her the method, could she even find the materials?

"Did you think this was a homemade face mask? Do you want to make it yourself?"

Sumeizi was very optimistic. "I saw you make it pretty quickly, in just one day, and you even made two other medicines."

Qifeng raised his hand. "No deal, it's a family secret, not to be shared."

Sumeizi pouted. "Tsk~ So stingy."

Qifeng couldn't help but feel exasperated. "You know this is medicine, right?" He looked at Sumeizi's head from side to side. "What kind of brain damage did you get that made you apply healing medicine as a night cream?"

At this, Sumeizi became even more animated, lowering her voice mysteriously. "You didn't know, but in our capital city's school, among the girls, it's already spread that a mixture of Ma Yinglong Acne Cream and another solution is better than any high-end eye cream! I was just applying the same logic."

Eh? Is that true? Qifeng couldn't help but ask, "What's the other solution?"

Sumeizi's face turned red again, and after a moment, she softly said three words: "Glycerin."

"Phew!" Qifeng felt that he didn't spew out a mouthful of blood only because his Dragon Elephant Bodhimanda cultivation had greatly strengthened his blood vessels, and the Bagua Mirror in his pocket provided mental attack protection.

These girls are really risking their lives for beauty! Qifeng's respect for such girls would have to be raised by n times. You are truly dedicated to improving the city's appearance. But on the other hand, the broader your thinking, the more fun you have. With your broad thinking, you can't stop using medicine.

Qifeng wiped the cold sweat that was starting to appear on his forehead and forced a dry laugh. "You really are inspired, applying the same logic..."

Sumeizi wrinkled her nose and nodded deeply. "Yes. I originally wanted to try it like them, but then I felt it was strange and never dared to do it. When you mentioned the healing ability of this medicine, I thought of the xx repair cream from other brands. So I suddenly had an idea... By the way, what's the name of this medicine?"

"Zijing Yurong Ointment."

Sumeizi immediately clapped her hands in praise. "Great name! Uh... This sounds like a cosmetic... Yurong, right? I'm sure the person who created these formulas in your family was a woman!"

Qifeng's face twitched. "Is that so?... Alright..." This is someone who hasn't played Chinese Paladin.

Sumeizi suddenly remembered her original question, pointed to her face, and asked excitedly, "Can you see any difference? There is, right? There is, right?"

Qifeng thought to himself, when I came back, I was so dizzy, how could I have the energy to observe your face closely? He looked left and right and replied, "You seem more energetic." Of course, you would be more energetic; with such a large dose of healing potion on your face, just the absorption alone would have rejuvenated your entire head. But even such a large dose couldn't fill her brain gap.

Sumeizi clapped her hands. "Yes! I've been having trouble sleeping lately, and I've developed dark circles. I was worried, but this stuff made them all disappear, and even my small pimples are gone. It's amazing."

Seeing Sumeizi like this, Qifeng thought for a moment and took out another box from his inventory, pretending to pull it out from his pocket and threw it to her. "I made an extra batch, originally for myself as a healing medicine, but I'll give it to you." He pointed to Yan Yufeng, who was lying on the sofa. "It's on his tab anyway."

Sumeizi giggled and asked, "How much per box?"

Qifeng shrugged. "Let's say two thousand. After all, you're like my half-teacher."

The cost was one thousand, and one thousand for labor and the secret formula. Sumeizi thought this price was reasonable and smiled. "That's fair!" She then thought for a moment. "Next time, make more for me. I can even sell some to my friends."

The children of wealthy families are different. A two-thousand-yuan application would make most people bleed.

"How much more?" A thousand profit per box, what a business!

"How long is the shelf life of this Yurong Ointment?" Sumeizi asked a technical question.

Qifeng thought for a moment. "It shouldn't expire. This stuff basically doesn't go bad." Would a large red bottle in a cultivation realm grow mold? That would be a joke. I wouldn't believe it myself!

Sumeizi tapped her chin, thought for a moment, and clapped her hands. "Then I'll take a hundred boxes! I'll sell fifty for four thousand each, and the rest I can use for free."

A hundred boxes? Qifeng was a bit tight on cash recently (of course, only in the real world). This was a big deal, over a hundred thousand yuan in one go. But...

"Wow, four thousand? You're so ruthless. How could you call me black just now? You're making more than me?!"

"Where did you get that idea?" Sumeizi counted on her fingers. "Your cost is one thousand, you sell it to me for two thousand, so you make one thousand, right? I buy it for two thousand and sell it for four thousand, so I also make one thousand. One hundred percent profit is enough, young man, don't be too greedy. Marx said that a hundred percent profit is enough to make people trample..."

"Very good, very powerful!" Qifeng interrupted her. "Let's go with that!" How come everyone knows this quote about making money? It seems the Marxist philosophy courses in our country's universities are quite effective.

"Uh... Can you sell fifty bottles?"

This seemed simple to Sumeizi. "My close friends and relatives, each buying a few bottles, won't even be enough... Hmm, if I sell more, I can save up a small fortune, and I won't have to worry about my mother cutting off my allowance..." The friends of a rich and beautiful girl are also rich and beautiful, indeed.

"Cough, cough..." Qifeng coughed to interrupt Sumeizi's rambling, shaking his head in amazement at the power of connections. Qifeng thought that if he tried to sell the Zijing Yurong Ointment as a repair cream for four thousand yuan a bottle, he would definitely fail and might even be taken to the business department for questioning.

If this business could have a long-term partnership, he could drop his beef business. Jack Ma was right; it's easier to make money from girls! "Alright, I'll make it for you in a while. See how well you sell it. But I have a few conditions."

Sumeizi nodded quickly. "Go ahead and make it, one box isn't enough. What are your conditions?"

Qifeng organized his thoughts. "First, when you sell it as a cosmetic, don't reveal its original medicinal effects. This stuff is sold for seven to eight thousand a box in my family, and I can't ruin my own business, right? Just say it's a cosmetic and warn people not to ingest it!" Qifeng was afraid that if the Zijing Yurong Ointment's healing effects were too shocking, it might cause trouble. But if it was just a cosmetic, the risk would be much lower. People might use medicine as a cosmetic, but no one would be so foolish as to use a cosmetic as medicine, right?

Sumeizi patted Qifeng's shoulder and nodded vigorously. "Sure, sure, and I'll only sell it in a small circle, so it won't cause you any trouble. What else?"

"Uh... This... " Qifeng thought for a moment and couldn't think of anything else. He scratched his chin. "Well, no credit sales."

"Tsk~" Sumeizi rolled her eyes. "So stingy."

After being distracted by Sumeizi, when Qifeng turned back, the soccer game was over...

Well, Qifeng stood up, stretched, and looked at the clock. Although he didn't feel tired, he decided to go to bed for the sake of his biological clock.

Sumeizi ran into the room and brought out a blanket to cover Yan Yufeng on the sofa, which woke him up.

Qifeng, who was about to go upstairs, turned back. "How do you feel?"

Yan Yufeng shook his head. "Much better, I was so hot just now."

"I meant your leg..."

Yan Yufeng tried to bend and stretch his leg, surprised. "Amazing! It doesn't hurt! But I still can't use much strength."

Qifeng smiled. "You should know how much effort it took to treat your knee. Not being able to use strength is fine, just continue tomorrow."

Yan Yufeng was puzzled. "Continue what?"

Qifeng shrugged. "Taking the medicine!"

"Ah?!" Even with Yan Yufeng's usual resilience, recalling the feeling of taking the medicine, he couldn't help but shudder. "Do I have to take more?"

"Hehe!" Qifeng smiled mischievously. "You can't stop taking medicine, young man!"