Reiner's operational strategy proved to be quite successful.

Where have people in this era experienced the invasion of advertorials, and they have never seen such a unique food article as "The Lonely Gourmet", almost that night, more than half of the homes where Priest subscribed to this newspaper silently added a supper late at night.

The next day, when Warren woke up early and didn't have time to watch yesterday's "Daily Priest", he found that his store was already lined with customers who wanted to taste the legendary secret drink Coke, and he was quickly glad that he had placed an order for another hundred bottles with Antoine.

After tasting the Coke, Warren had already placed an additional order, and he thought that even if the Coke didn't sell, it wouldn't be a loss to drink it slowly in the store, who would know, but two days later, the drink was already a household name in Priest.

Opening the door, the Warren Pharmacy was immediately filled with a crowd, and in front of the counter, whether it was a nobleman or a merchant in a formal dress, or a commoner dressed in ordinary clothes, whether it was a lady with heavy makeup, or a tall and burly man, they were all repeating the phrase - bring me a bottle of Coke!

"Don't worry, everyone, line up, I have a lot of stock here."

Warren shouted at the top of his lungs, causing the raucous crowd to form a ragged line.

"Three copper coins, only three copper coins, in order to ensure that everyone can drink, one person is only allowed to buy one bottle."

There was no such experience in the past, Warren said this intuitively, he knew that Coke was not expensive, and some nobles might throw away a gold coin, so in order to expand his influence and let more people drink it, Warren stipulated this.

Happily, these people who learned about Coke through "Daily Pleust" are quite well-behaved, paying money with one hand and taking the goods with the other, and there is no dispute.

Mr. York had been instructed by his wife to get up early to buy this drink from the novel, and he himself was not in the habit of reading novels, and he did not have a good impression of the black liquid in his hand.

However, when he saw the intoxicated expressions of the people around him when they opened the bottle cap and drank Coke in one gulp, he was also a little moved.

"Just take a bite and taste it."

Flipping the cap, York let the cold black liquid flow down his throat.

Puff –

A strong pungent sensation spread in his mouth, like a torrential rain, beating on the tip of his tongue, and soon, before the intense sensation had subsided, soft and sweet flavors followed, with a refreshing flavor that immersed York.

When he came back to his senses, York found that he had finished his bottle.

"Oops."

He couldn't offend his wife, so he hurriedly wanted to buy another bottle, but Warren's rule of selling only one bottle blocked York's thoughts, and when he was in a dilemma, a woman next to York suddenly screamed.

"Oh my God, what is this, another bottle !?"

She waved the cap in her hand, which read "Another Bottle".

The woman rushed to the counter and showed Warren the cap in her hand.

"Oh, this lady is lucky that she got a free bottle."

Warren took a bottle of Coke from the freezer and handed it to the woman, recovering the cap.

This whole process made everyone very envious, this is simply a pie falling from the sky.

"Guys, if you open the cap and find that there is another bottle in it, then you can come to me and redeem a bottle."

Warren said, causing the people who had thrown the caps in the trash to rummage through them for fear of missing out on the prize.

York's heart raced for a moment, and he slowly lowered his head to look at the bottle cap in his hand that had not yet been discarded, the metallic luster of the bottle cap had never attracted his attention so much, as if it were the supreme truth, the hope of the future.

Slowly flipping the cap, York's heart pounded the moment he saw a sentence written on it.

"One more ...... Uh, thank you for your patronage? ”

There is no doubt that he did not win the lottery.

......

Dozens of miles away, in Antoine's alchemy workshop, the alchemy circle is constantly running, bottles of Coke are quickly packed and clean, and the three production lines are developing in parallel to improve the efficiency to the maximum.

Feedback elsewhere hasn't come back yet, but the order from Priest is already the second order, and the magic drink of Coke seems to be quite popular there.

Antoine didn't subscribe to Daily Priest, and naturally he didn't know Reiner's business strategy, he only knew that he might be able to make a fortune with Coke.

Sitting on the couch, Antoine sipped a warm cup of coffee, the bitter taste spreading on the tip of his tongue and focusing his mind.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Antoine stood up, picked up the wooden stick for self-defense and opened the door, only to find that it was a strange young man.

"Sir, do you want to know about our products......

"Go away, go away, I'm not interested in these pitches!"

Antoine immediately swung his stick and intimidated the other party.

"Don't do that, sir, it's a brand new product, it only takes five minutes and you'll be just as in love with this product as I ......"

The other man said very persistently in a slightly unauthentic lingua franca, as if he was not afraid of Antoine's stick.

As a result, Antoine wasted five minutes after listening to the other party's explanation, and then closed the door angrily, lamenting that his life had been wasted for another five minutes.

"Well, I'd better mail this batch first...... Hey, did I fill one less bottle before? ”

Looking at the wooden box with Coke by the window, Antoine confirmed, slightly confused.

Outside the window, Sanderson was in a cold sweat, holding the Coke he had just stolen in his hand, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

The salesman had been hired by Sanderson to attract attention, and he himself had stolen a bottle of Coke from an open window to bring it back to Pilam.

"Really, it's been getting hotter lately."

Antoine said to himself, taking a basin of cold water and pouring it out the window, trying to cool the air.

And this basin of water fell impartially on Sandersen's head, and this unlucky guy was so silently drenched in water, but he didn't dare to say a word of resistance, and hid with bated breath.

It wasn't until Antoine left the window that Sanderson crept out of the backyard and climbed over the wall to leave Antoine's alchemy workshop.

Although he was soaking wet, Sanderson looked at the cold, black liquid in his hand and felt that he had not insulted the task given to him by Master Pilam, and he felt very happy in his heart.

"One day, I must let this guy Antoine lie down and lick the mud from the soles of my shoes - sneezee!"

Before he could finish speaking, Sanderson sneezed, shook his body, did not speak again, and walked towards the exit of the old street.