Chapter 499 — Such Low Costs: "In That Case, Doctor Kang's Deluxe Wound Medicine Is Auctioned More Than Once a Year?" Wei Zhao Asked After Hearing This
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Only then did Fatty Lai breathe a sigh of relief. He had feared Wei Zhao would slash another hundred off, bringing it down to ninety-nine - that would have eaten enormously into their profits!
"Then I'll draft a plan. Next time our products go to auction, we'll announce the retail price!" Fatty Lai nodded. "Chief, what do you think would be an appropriate price for the analgesic?"
"The cost of a single dose is around fifty cents, though it would come down somewhat with mass production. Set the price as you see fit," Wei Zhao said.
"All right - a box of five doses, sold at one hundred and ninety-nine?" Fatty Lai ventured cautiously.
"Ninety-nine," Wei Zhao said after a moment's thought.
"Sure - whatever you say, chief!" In truth, Fatty Lai had deliberately quoted a higher figure, out of fear that Wei Zhao would bargain him down, leaving room for Wei Zhao to negotiate.
With the prices of both medicines settled, Fatty Lai could finally relax. More importantly, learning the cost of the medicines made him even happier - it meant Wei Zhao now considered him one of their own, and was gradually sharing core information with him.
They passed a rather large pharmacy, and the three of them—Wei Zhao and his companions—went inside. Wei Zhao did not use a prescription at all; he simply recited a list of medicinal herbs aloud and had the shop assistant weigh them out.
Of course, although Wei Zhao had come to place a measure of trust in Fatty Lai, it was not complete trust. When gathering the herbs, he deliberately named a number of useless medicines, and as for the dosages, those were a chaotic jumble as well. There were also several principal ingredients he did not mention at all; instead he named a few uncommon drugs, at which the assistant shook his head and said they were not in stock.
"No matter—there are plenty of pharmacies in Yanjing. We'll try a few others," Fatty Lai said hastily to Wei Zhao when he heard they were out of stock. "If it comes to it, I'll have someone buy them and drive them over."
"Not just yet. Let's check the other shops first," Wei Zhao said with a smile.
Once the herbs were gathered, Fatty Lai insisted on paying first. It was not much in any case—a few hundred yuan at most.
Guan Xuewen said nothing, nor did he make any deliberate effort to note what medicines Wei Zhao had bought. It was plain to see that he was an upright man; unless Wei Zhao chose to show him the prescription, Guan Xuewen would never take it upon himself to pry into another's formula.
The three had not long left the pharmacy when the young man called Xiaokun, watching Wei Zhao and Fatty Lai's receding figures, hesitated for a moment, then slipped into the very pharmacy where Wei Zhao had made his purchases.
This was a straight road, a pedestrian street in nature, with no side streets branching off along either side. That was why Xiaokun had dared to enter the pharmacy; otherwise he would never have risked losing them.
"Excuse me, miss, might I ask what those three people who just came in bought?" Xiaokun inquired politely of the assistant inside the pharmacy.
At that hour there was only one assistant in the pharmacy; being the night shift, it did not require many hands—a single assistant bustling about was quite enough. And so it spared Xiaokun the trouble of having to ask several people.