December 30, 9 a.m.
After the windy day, the dull fog enveloped London again, and the sunlight became dim again. The gray lead-colored sky glowed with a hollow white light, like an incandescent light bulb covered by white gauze.
The residents of London have long been accustomed to this weird weather. They started their day as usual. Woolf, the owner of the Dirty Duck Tavern, got up early. Today is the time for him to restock.
In the past month, the business of the pub has been very good. This is all thanks to the three Manstein brothers. They often invite workers to drink. They are obviously foreigners. They have just arrived in London for more than a month. According to common sense, among the xenophobic Londoners, They should be unpopular in the eyes, but their reputation has soared, and they are even welcomed by the residents of Flower Street...
Woolf felt that the fact that the three Manstein brothers were able to gain a foothold in Flower Street so quickly was inseparable from their royal background. They were big shots, and big shots who were willing to respect common people were the key to winning their hearts.
You can obviously be noble, but you are approachable. How can this kind of behavior be annoying?
What's more, the three Manstein brothers are also very generous. Thanks to them, the Dirty Duck Tavern's turnover has increased by more than half in the past month!
Woolf sincerely hopes that the three Manstein brothers can live in Flower Street for a longer time. It would be better if they never leave...
The horse-drawn carriage from the brewery arrived at the back door of the Dirty Duck Tavern on time. The coachman shouted upstairs. Woolf leaned his head out of the window in response, yawned and went downstairs. As soon as he reached the first floor, he suddenly stopped.
Through the window of the tavern, he saw that the renovated shop across the street was open, and a big sign hung above the door. The sign said "Manstein's Potion Grocery Store", which was very strange, especially "Magic Potion Grocery Store". The word medicine'.
Lai Wen walked out of the store, carrying a small vertical blackboard on his shoulder. It clicked and stood at the door. A piece of chalk appeared from nowhere, and he bent down and wrote on the small blackboard:
[Today’s limited potion: Mercury’s Blood will make you unable to extricate yourself from the beauty of dizziness. It is priced at 50 gold pounds/ounce and is limited to 3 copies. 】
[Mrs. Mel’s sleepy toast allows you to experience the soft taste of floating on the clouds. It is priced at 10 gold pounds/pound and is limited to 10 servings. 】
[The stick of Hercules becomes infinitely powerful after drinking it. With just one sip, you will have explosive and beautiful muscles that will shine at the banquet. It is priced at 3 gold pounds/bottle and is limited to 20 servings. 】
After writing this, Lai Wen casually turned the wooden board hanging on the store door to the 'open' side, humming a song and planning to return to the store.
Seeing this scene, Woolf didn't care about unloading the goods and ran out of the tavern and shouted: "Mr. Felix!"
The messenger turned around and said with a smile: "It's Mr. Woolf. What can I do?"
"Are you...are you open for business?"
"Yes, the goods arrived yesterday. My eldest brother said that we will start business today. The Chinese New Year is coming soon. If we don't open, we will have to wait until next year."
"Oh oh oh..." Woolf nodded, his eyes kept glancing at the small blackboard aside, and asked hesitantly: "What is the magic potion...?"
"Potions that can give people special powers require precious materials to make, so they are very expensive." The source guessed what Woolf wanted to ask next and answered in advance.
Such an expensive thing....
Will anyone really buy it?
Woolf stared at the selling prices of 50 gold pounds, 10 gold pounds, and 3 gold pounds on the small blackboard, feeling that the three Manstein brothers were fanciful.
The price is simply more expensive than cocaine!
Especially the last potion called 'The Club of Heracles', which can make you infinitely powerful after drinking it. But what's the use of having infinite strength? If you want to move goods, it would be great to hire a few more workers! It definitely doesn’t cost 3 gold pounds, so you can save a lot of money!
Embarrassed to question in person, Woolf returned to the Dirty Duck Tavern. After instructing the workers to unload the goods, he did not go back to his room to sleep. Instead, he hid in the shop and secretly observed the potion grocery store opposite.
He didn't believe that something so expensive could be sold!
There were many people passing by Flower Street, one after another. The signboard of Manstein's Magic Potion Grocery Store caught their attention. Almost every passerby stopped to take a look at the small blackboard. They were still somewhat interested when they saw it. After paying the last price, I left immediately, unwilling to take another look.
Until noon, no customer wanted to step into Manstein's Potion Grocery Store, and the bell hanging on the door never rang.
It’s not a good sign to have no one show up for three hours after opening the store.
Inside the store, letters were circulating around the door, looking extremely anxious. Mavey was sitting on the lounge chair behind the counter, and the old god was reading today's Times Morning News. Yunia was playing chess with Daniel on the side, and the bet was dinner. snacks.
"Brother."
After a while, Lai Wen couldn't stand it anymore, so he walked to the counter and said, "Aren't our prices too expensive? East London is a slum, and no one will care about high-priced things! If you want to open up the market, , it should be small profits but quick turnover!”
"Laiwen, when it comes to doing business, you have to learn from Dino." Ma Wei flipped through the newspaper, not even leaving the corner of his eye for Laiwen: "When doing business, you have to look at product positioning. Our goal is high-end. The market, the upper class where nobles and gentry belong, these ordinary residents are not the target audience of the store."
"But this doesn't make money! How can we open the potion market in London if we don't make money?"
"First of all, the cost of raw materials for potions determines that the price of potions cannot be too low." Ma Wei put down the newspaper and explained seriously: "Before the large-scale herbal breeding industry was established, the price of potions must have remained high. , which determines that the initial potion industry was expensive and could only serve the middle and upper classes. Only when large-scale herbal cultivation is successful can potions enter the sinking market."
"Secondly, haven't you noticed that some hallucinogenic potions are priced higher than others? The high price is to avoid ordinary people, lest they go bankrupt to buy hallucinogenic potions... .For low-level, simple-to-make potions with few side effects like the stick of Hercules, I have priced them very cheaply, so ordinary people can afford them with gritted teeth."
"Brother is right."
Daniel gently put down the queen chess piece, took away Yunia's knight chess piece, put it outside the chessboard, looked up at the message: "We can't be in a hurry, and we don't have to be in a hurry, the guests will come sooner or later."
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"I mean, should we do some publicity?" The message suggested: "No one knows that we are going to open for business today. If those upper-class people don't receive the news, they will naturally not come to take care of our business... .”
"Real upper-class people rarely watch advertisements. They are introduced to them at banquets." Daniel lowered his head. Yunia had already made a move, and it was his turn again: "So, we should enhance our reputation and let others Those high-class people spontaneously promote us instead of advertising...Eh? Where is my queen? Where is a queen my age?"
Yunia glanced to one side and put her little hands behind her back: "Yunia doesn't know..."
Daniel's mouth twitched and he was about to speak when suddenly there was the sound of rolling wheels outside the door. A royal carriage stopped outside the store. The elegant butler opened the door and the second prince Shukri in formal attire stepped out of the carriage. I straightened my clothes and opened the store door.
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"Mr. Nicholas!"
Seeing the second prince, Ma Wei was not surprised at all, but there was a look of surprise on his face. He stood up and walked out of the counter, and said in surprise: "Your Highness, the second prince, why are you here?"
The second prince Shukri said with a smile: "Of course I am here to cheer you up. You are so unreasonable that you didn't notify me on such an important day of opening! I also want to be your first customer. !”
"We are all friends. If you need anything, Your Highness, just send someone to tell me. Why bother to go there in person? Yannick, pour the tea!" Ma Wei shouted.
"It's because we are friends that I came here to support you." Second Prince Shukri smiled and asked, "How is business?"
"Well, to be honest, you are still the first customer to enter the store after it has been open for three hours."
The second prince Shukri nodded, not surprised at all: "After all, the price of potions is too expensive, and the residents of East London may not be able to afford it. Mr. Nicholas, you shouldn't be cheap and open a store in East London, but it doesn't matter, business is all I started making it slowly... What good products are there? Please introduce them to me, I can’t wait!"
"No problem, please take a look..."
