Speaking of the word, the two immediately drafted a sales contract, signed the signature and approved it. Fang Yi smiled and put it away. His cautious expression seemed to be not a piece of paper, but a rare treasure.

However, in a sense, isn’t this contract a rare treasure?

After collecting the contract, Fang Yi then remembered an important question and asked: "Brother Zhao, how many boxes can you make in this Dingshen Xiang?"

"There is no problem for two or three hundred boxes." Zhao Yuan replied.

The key to making Dingshenxiang lies in the formula, and there is no difficulty in craftsmanship. In fact, two or three hundred boxes were said by Zhao Yuanshao. With the guarantee of medicinal materials, he could make thousands of boxes a month. The only thing he was worried about was that Dingshenxiang was set too high, and he could not sell it for a while, and he kept the goods in his own hands.

"Two or three hundred boxes? The amount is a little less." Fang Yi frowned, thought for a while, and said with a smile: "However, small amount also has the benefits of small amount, which makes it easier to create a hot situation of supply and demand, thus completely opening up the name of Dingshenxiang!"

Fang Yi was very excited. Even if Dingshenxiang has a small monthly output, he could mention a profit of 200,000 or 300,000 yuan after selling two or three hundred boxes. And this is a net profit. In short, it is more money than Baicaotang earns in a month! When Zhao Yuan's output increases in the future, he will only earn more money! And Fang Yi is very sure that as long as people feel the magical effect of Dingshenxiang, they will definitely go crazy for it. At that time, he will not only make a lot of money, but also have a lot higher connections and social status than he is now!

In Fang Yi's opinion, he worked with Zhao Yuan on a golden road. In his eyes, Zhao Yuan also became a god of wealth.

"Brother Zhao, brother, I must thank you for giving me a chance to become successful!" Fang Yi thanked Zhao Yuan sincerely.

At this moment, he had changed his mind. Zhao Yuan was not asking for his help, but supporting him. He couldn't help but remember a sign he asked for when he went to the temple to burn incense at the beginning of the year, which said that he would get help from noble people this year. Now it seems that the sign is really accurate. After a while, you must go to the temple to repay a wish.

"Brother Fang is polite." Zhao Yuan said with a smile, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, because he felt a trace of wishing power pouring into his body. It seems that this wishing power can not only be obtained when treating diseases and saving people, but also by other methods, but also by gaining it.

The two talked about selling Dingshen Xiang a few more times. After exchanging phone numbers with each other, Zhao Yuan wanted to get up and say goodbye.

Fang Yi originally wanted to drive Zhao Yuan to take him away, but after being rejected, he asked again: "Brother Zhao, six boxes of Dingshen incense are definitely not enough to sell. You should make more Dingshen incense and send them here."

Zhao Yuan nodded and agreed: "Okay, I will make a batch of Dingshen Incense as soon as possible."

"Oh, by the way, there is another thing I almost forgot to tell you." Fang Yi suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "Old Wang called me this morning and asked me if I know your address and phone number. Look, do you want to tell him?"

"Which old man?" Zhao Yuan looked confused.

"Did you forget? It was Wang Jiasen, the old man you met when you treated Ling'er." Fang Yi replied.

After he reminded him, Zhao Yuan thought about it and frowned and said in confusion: "Strange, what did he ask me for? He is not familiar with him."

Fang Yi shook his head and said, "I asked, but he didn't say it. But he didn't seem very happy when he heard his tone."

"Unhappy? Could it be that I refused to exchange medical books with him?" Zhao Yuan muttered in his heart, and his senses of Wang Jiasen were also reduced. This man is so old and a famous doctor. Why is he not particular about his behavior and even pestering him?

Of course, Zhao Yuan refused to be entangled by Wang Jiasen, so he instructed: "If he asks you about my situation again, you will say you don't know."

"Okay." Fang Yi agreed immediately. Zhao Yuan is now his God of Wealth, so he naturally has to listen to Zhao Yuan's words.

After saying goodbye, Zhao Yuan turned around and walked out of the Chinese medicinal materials market with great strides.

Looking at his back as he left, Fang Yi sighed: "This brother Zhao is really a character. He is so calm when facing a transaction of millions a month. I remember that when I was at his age, I was so happy that I had earned hundreds of dollars. This person is indeed incomparable!"

Fang Yi didn't know that Zhao Yuan's calmness was all made of force.

After leaving the Chinese medicinal materials market, Zhao Yuan finally couldn't hold back and his body was trembling with excitement.

"Millions a month, am I dreaming, right?" Zhao Yuan pinched hard, and it hurt. It seemed that he was not dreaming.

Before this, although he had thought that Dingshen Xiang would make a profit, he did not expect that he could make a profit like this!

Millions... He has never seen so much money.

"Calm down, I have to calm down. Millions per month are just the ideal income. Whether Dingshenxiang can sell hundreds of boxes a month is still a question. I can't be too happy too early." Zhao Yuan tried hard to convince himself to calm down. He was still a little worried about Dingshenxiang's high 10,000 yuan price, fearing that the sales volume was not good.

"Let Brother Fang worry about sales matters. As the saying goes, don't doubt people. If the sales volume is really bad, it's not too late to lower the sales price." After making up his mind, Zhao Yuan took a few deep breaths and tried hard to suppress the excitement in his heart.

At the same time, in Baicaotang, Fang Yi carefully put away the three Dingshen incense that Zhao Yuan gave him.

After trying the effect, he has regarded the Dingshen incense as a treasure. He plans to keep the remaining three incense sticks. When he gets uncomfortable with depression, he will take it out and smack it. It will definitely help him get rid of the pain in one go.

Immediately afterwards, Fang Yi took out his cell phone, flipped through several phone numbers, and dialed them one by one, and the words were the same: "Brother, I have a good thing here. If you are interested, come and have a look. Don't blame me for not reminding you. The number of this thing is limited. If you come late, don't blame me for having good things and not thinking about you."

After making the call, Fang Yi threw away his cell phone, knocked his legs crossed, hummed a little song, and waited for the buyer to come to deliver the money.
Chapter completed!