"That's really good!" Hearing Lin Fei's words, Lao Liu was overjoyed.

Ever since his pharmacy started selling hangover pills, he has been worrying about the production of hangover pills.

He was both miserable and happy.

Happiness is naturally the popularity of the hangover pill, which makes him earn a lot of money.

And because his store is the exclusive sales point of hangover pills, his pharmacy has become famous, and his daily turnover has also risen rapidly.

The pain is that the hangover cure is almost always out of stock.

Lin Fei can only make one or two hundred pieces a day, which is a drop in the bucket in the face of huge market demand.

Looking at the money sent to the door, but not earning it, it feels like it's more heart-wrenching.

Some old customers chased him every day and asked when they would be in stock.

And the pitiful amount of these regular customers is not enough, one is unevenly distributed, and if it is not good, it offends the old customers.

These days, his hair is really gray.

Fortunately, we have finally seen the light of day.

Compared with the excited Lao Liu, Lin Fei's performance was very bland.

Although I know that with the hangover pill, I am likely to be able to earn hundreds of thousands, or even millions, in a month.

But since he obtained the jade pendant inheritance, his horizons have also broadened. These riches that he didn't dare to imagine before made him happy at most, but they couldn't make him too excited.

When he thought that he had spent 700,000 yuan on a medicinal herb the day before yesterday, he felt that in fact, this amount of money was not much, and it was not worth excite.

"Lao Liu, I have a black eye for pill processing, do you have a way in this regard?" Lin Fei asked after thinking about it.

When Lao Liu heard this, he immediately slapped his chest on the mountain, and said arrogantly: "Don't worry, my Lao Liu has been in this industry for so many years, and these things are clear!"

Seeing the hope of improving the production of Jiudan, Lao Liu changed his previous appearance and became full of energy.

"Then I will leave this matter to you to deal with, I won't care!" Lin Fei immediately said when he heard this, he was really too lazy to care about these things.

Lao Liu said again: "Don't worry, I promise to arrange this matter properly!"

"Then I'll bother you to worry about it more, and I'll also mention the profit sharing ratio of the Hangover Pill!" Lin Fei said.

At present, Lin Fei takes nine layers of profits from selling the hangover pill, while Lao Liu only takes one layer.

Previously, Lin Fei, as the inventor of the hangover pill, also took care of the producer, so this proportion was not high at all.

After all, Lao Liu only needs to be responsible for sales.

But now that the hangover pill is ready to find someone to manufacture mass production, Lao Liu has a lot of things to worry about.

Therefore, Lin Fei felt that it was appropriate to increase the proportion of Lao Liu's share. Otherwise, he would be really embarrassed to be a hands-off shopkeeper with peace of mind.

When Lao Liu heard this, he waved his hand again and again, and said solemnly: "The proportion you gave me is high enough, and there is no need to mention it again!"

Lin Fei persuaded him several times, but Lao Liu's attitude was very resolute, and he had no choice but to give up.

Next, Lin Fei asked Lao Liu to close the store first, and then carefully taught Lao Liu the recipe and production process of the hangover pill.

In this way, he doesn't have to worry about the rest of the matter, and Lao Liu is completely responsible for production.

Although Lin Fei often made hangover pills in the store before, Lao Liu never participated in it in order to avoid suspicion, and he didn't know anything about the recipe at all.

However, the recipe and production process of the hangover pill are actually not complicated, and Lao Liu is a person who has dealt with medicinal materials all his life, so he can easily learn to understand the production of the liquor pill.

Of course, the hangover pill made in this way is only a semi-finished product, and it still needs Lin Fei to input some wood aura before it can officially become a hangover pill with magical effects.

Lin Fei also demonstrated the last step of the process to Lao Liu, but he didn't say that this was to inject wood spiritual energy into the elixir, only that it was a kind of qigong.

Lao Liu opened a Chinese medicine shop, and in traditional Chinese medicine, there are some more mysterious things involved.

So he was very receptive to this kind of thing, but he was amazed for a while, and he wasn't too shocked.

The reason why Lin Fei explained this step to Lao Liu was because he was afraid that Lao Liu would think too much. Thinking that he had reservations about him, he deliberately left a hand and did not teach.

Although Lao Liu used to scold Lin Fei for things like being late, he was a knife-mouthed tofu heart, and he actually took good care of Lin Fei.

In the past, if there was no Lao Liu's acceptance, Lin Fei would have earned some living expenses, and Lin Fei might have a problem even eating.

So Lin Fei didn't want to get into trouble with Lao Liu because of these things.

But in fact, even if Lin Fei really keeps a hand, in Lao Liu's opinion, it is a matter of course, in this circle, whoever has any secret recipe is not firmly held in his own hands, for fear of being learned.

And Lin Fei had no reservations about him, which made him very moved.

"There is one last step in the hangover pill, which is equivalent to an insurance policy for the recipe of the hangover pill. Don't worry about others copying hangover pills at all!" Lao Liu said excitedly.

He had been worried about this problem before, after all, it was not as good as before, and now there were too many high-tech equipment, and it was easy to analyze the proportion of medicinal materials and reverse the formula.

The more complex recipes are fine, not so easy to decipher. But the recipe for the hangover pill is very simple, and it is only a matter of time before it is cracked.

But with the last process, there is no need to worry about the hangover pill being copied by others.

When Lin Fei heard this, he sighed and said, "I'd rather not have this insurance, because it means that I have to participate in the production of every hangover pill!"

Although it is much easier to complete only the last process than to do the whole process yourself. But after the production has increased significantly, Lin Fei's workload will not be too easy.

Therefore, he really hopes that the hangover pill can be completely handed over to others to produce, and he is only responsible for collecting money.

Even if imitations appear on the market in the future, they will only make some money at most.

With the current mode of production, there is no problem in a short period of time.

But it is impossible for Lin Fei to spend his time on producing hangover pills in the future.

To put it bluntly, the hangover pill is just a pill that he made casually and made some quick money. Spending a lot of time on this is completely at the end of the day.

There are countless more clever prescriptions than this, and there are countless in his head.

Of course, these are all things that need to be considered later, and it is only right to produce according to this model and make more money now.

After finalizing the future production plan with Lao Liu, Lin Fei returned to his residence.

The place where he lives is in a very poor environment, in a very old neighborhood, and it is a basement.

In this summer, the basement is not only hot and humid, but also has a huge number of mosquitoes, and it is impossible to stay without mosquito coils.

Lin Fei took out the key and opened the door, just standing at the door and not wanting to go in.

Just standing at the door, you can feel the unbearable hot and humid air in the house.

The mosquitoes around were buzzing non-stop.

After standing in the doorway for two seconds, he slammed his head and scolded himself for being stupid.

Now that he is not short of money, why should he abuse himself so much and continue to live here.

Thinking of this, his mood immediately brightened, and he went to the hotel tonight.

Go out tomorrow and look for a house!

With this in mind, Lin Fei was ready to relock the door and find a hotel to stay overnight.

But before he could start locking the door, suddenly an urn sound sounded behind him: "Lin Fei!"