“I think we should sit down somewhere and talk… have a cup of hot tea and some cupcakes or something.
"What do you think, my dear Mr. Gunslinger?"
"Mr. Newpoint" Drew returned to his leisurely and contented state, with a slightly flattering smile on his face that had never appeared before, and asked about the "distinguished guest" who brought business opportunities in front of him.
Sean's attitude was exactly the same as before the conflict. He didn't want to waste time, so he said calmly: "There's no need for tea. It's good to talk here."
It can be seen that the other party's refusal to go in to talk was not because of dissatisfaction, but because he really wanted to get to the point as soon as possible. Drew opened his hands: "Okay, my friend! Time is money - it is worth celebrating that it seems that we are here A consensus has been reached on the matter.
"Mr. Gunslinger, please tell me your plan." Drew spread out his palms and put four rings on his five fingers. "How do you want to sell this thing?"
Using Shawshank's voice, Sean said in a low and clear voice, "Since there is no other choice, the most mainstream choice of medical items in the exploration mission is hemostatic powder combined with first aid carbonated syrup."
"Indeed." Drew placed his cane gently on the ground without making any noise. Then, he shifted his weight and placed his hands on the gold-plated pig's head-shaped staff, showing enough willingness to listen.
"Both the explorers and the dealers of divine products know that - compared to some effective medical magic, the therapeutic effect of this combination is really not good enough.
"However, it is regrettable that medical explorers are so rare that many people have to bring such a combination to face challenges that may cost them their lives..."
"And with the investment of this elixir mist..." Sean twisted a warm and lovely hourglass bottle with ectoplasm, "it will fill this gap and meet the long-overdue treatment needs of the explorers. "
Drew kept nodding—the other person clearly explained the potential of this product in just a few sentences.
"Let's talk about pricing first. Maybe you will think this information is critical."
"Indeed." Drew calmed down and nodded sincerely, "If the price is too high for a Jack-level explorer to afford...
"It will also greatly limit its sales."
After all, high-level explorers most likely already have their own treatment methods. The customer group targeted by this product is obviously Jack-level and some Queens.
"That makes sense." Shawshank nodded, "That's why I choose to tell you its unit price first."
"Considering that the first-aid syrup combo costs $4, I believe many grassroots seekers will accept paying 2.5 times the price for a product that is much more effective -"
Therefore, the price of elixir mist in the New Testament is NZ$10 per bottle.
This price relieved Mr. Niufen's slightly frowned brows - considering the therapeutic effect he had just seen, he was mentally prepared to hear a price that was too high for a fast-moving product. …
For example, forty New Zealand dollars, or even nearly a hundred...
He didn't expect to hear an amount like 10 New Zealand dollars.
After all, price determines what it is—
If the price is too high and it becomes a luxury consumer product in the exploration industry, its profit margins will also be greatly compressed.
However, judging from the current pricing...
If the production of elixir mist can be increased, the combination of hemostatic powder and first aid syrup may be downgraded to a spare product, or even squeezed out of the market of divine products.
From now on, all Jack-level explorers will buy this little thing from the vending machine or sales department and put it in their pockets before going on missions...
Drew's heartbeat quickened.
If the other party respects his "New Testament Divine Products General Distribution License" enough and is willing to give him a reasonable share...
Adrenaline was secreted into his blood, making him smell the exciting smell of New Zealand dollars in the air.
He tried to remain calm, with a slight smile on his face, and asked in a low voice: "So, if I am willing to bring this product to the market, what kind of reward will you give me?"
As is customary in negotiations, Drew would not rush to ask this question.
However, out of respect for the Queen in front of him, he planned to be more candid.
Sean was silent for a while. In this period of silence, he could hear Drew's cheerful but slightly nervous heartbeat.
"The price I'll give you is NZ$6 per bottle. There are only two conditions: payment in cash, and not changing the price."
Sean Gu Ji knew he couldn't ask for more - for a long time, Lingjian could only produce about 500 bottles of elixir mist every month...
If the profit margin is too small, I'm afraid Mr. Newborn will be too lazy to run the business.
And now this pricing can bring him a fixed cash flow of two thousand yuan every month...
It's quite tempting for him. What's more, he will definitely have room for imagination in improving the production capacity of the Secret Medicine Association.
"Six New Zealand dollars?" Mr. Newcent repeated dryly. Suddenly he felt that the repetition was a bit silly, and he laughed, revealing teeth that looked too white in the dim environment.
"Mr. Gunslinger, before I continue this topic, I want to ask you a question: Do you know why people call me Mr. Newpoint?"
Sean looked at Drew quietly.
Drew raised three fingers and continued with a smile: "There are three reasons -
"The first reason is that when I was a child, I relied on picking up toothpaste casings one by one, selling newspapers one by one, and accumulated my first sum one cent after another, so that I could start a small business. money...
“I am rich by accumulating New Points—so I am Mr. New Points.
"The second reason is..." The smile at the corners of his mouth faded, and crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes because of the smile - Sean appreciated Drew's smile now more than before, "Because I spend every penny in negotiations, and it seems like I have to fight for every cent..."
"Third." Drew put his hand into his coat pocket and took out a 1 pound.
"I always carry a lot of change in my pocket - to make sure I can put a loaf of bread into the hat of anyone who needs help."
Drew smiled and took the button back.
"I actually like this name.
“Because I will never forget that who I am now is made up of 1-cent pieces.”
"Oh, look where I went!" Drew laughed a little self-deprecatingly, "I say all this because I feel very happy today."
He stretched out his right hand with four rings on it: "Because I have been doing business for so many years, it is difficult to meet a collaborator as wise as you."
He knew that he would not be able to find the so-called "White Birch Secret Medicine Society". His bottom line for this collaboration is a gross profit of about NZ$3 per bottle.
He was sure that the Queen in front of him could see the bottom line he thought he had hidden in his heart with those eyes...
However, he chose to add an extra spoonful of cream to his portion of the cake.
He admired people like this, people who were so strong that they could take it all, but chose to take a small step back.
——
When leaving the warehouse, Shawshank had a check for NZD 2,880 in his pocket.
NZ$2880. Drew included the bottle Sean used to demonstrate.
The first batch of 480 bottles of elixir mist was sold out in one fell swoop.
It is difficult to get such a generous dividend for a Queen-level mission.
He suddenly realized that if he was careful enough and allowed the spirit world to continue to function, he would receive an income of about 3,000 New Zealand dollars every month...
Dividends from the black market luxury goods business that had always made Sean feel that his life was well protected...
It pales in comparison to figures like "three thousand New Zealand dollars".
The income problem that has been bothering him is quickly disappearing and is no longer a problem.
"Slowly accumulate more..."
Thinking of the items to be spent, Sean felt a little less sad.
