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The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Gu Mingyue's carriage couldn't move forward before it even turned into Powa Lane.

Seven or eight sedan chairs were blocking the alley entrance, and more than a dozen horses were tied to wooden stakes by the roadside. The sedan chair bearers squatted in a row, eating sunflower seeds.

The horseman carried a bucket of water and fed the horses one by one, the horseshoes clanging as they trod on the newly paved gravel road.

Gu Mingyue lifted the carriage curtain and squinted.

A long queue formed outside the Juhong Pharmacy.

They were all dressed in brocade and fine clothes.

There were young masters, stewards, and several maids reserving seats for their masters.

The line stretched from the shop entrance all the way to the middle of the alley, numbering at least thirty or forty people.

Taozhi leaned against the car window, her mouth agape.

"Miss...so many guests?"

Gu Mingyue pinched the bridge of her nose, her temples throbbing.

"Gong Huo, come in through the back door."

The carriage circled around and turned into the backyard from the alleyway.

Gu Mingyue got out of the car and went straight up to the second floor.

Looking out the window, the entire front hall was laid out before you.

Shi Buji stood behind the counter, his forehead glistening with sweat.

He held the scales in his left hand, flipped through the register with his right, and was talking to the customer in front of him.

A middle-aged man dressed in a royal blue brocade robe, who looked like a manager, patted the counter and asked him a question.

"Does this orange-red medicine really stop a persistent cough in just three days?"

Shi Buji answered honestly.

"Medicine is a matter of individual differences."

He put down the scales, his expression serious.

"If I were to confidently tell you that it cures all diseases, I would be lying to you."

The manager opened his mouth, but couldn't find a word to say.

A young man in fine clothes chimed in.

"Yesterday I went to Zheng's Medical Clinic to get medicine for my grandfather. They said they had received a precious medicinal herb called 'Juhong' (tangerine peel). It's a special treatment for coughs."

"I bought two ounces and took them home for my grandfather to try. Hey! Guess what?"

"The old man has been coughing for half a month. Last night he drank a bowl of tangerine peel decoction, and he didn't cough much in the middle of the night. Otherwise, would I have come to buy it today?"

He waved his folding fan and beckoned to the person behind the counter.

"Shopkeeper, give me thirty catties. Several elders in the household want them."

Gu Mingyue stood behind the second-floor window, watching the increasingly lively scene below.

My heart is ice-cold.

The rustling sound of ledger pages turning came from behind me.

Lu Qinghe sat at the table, summarizing the data from yesterday and this morning.

A slight smile of admiration appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Master."

"Um."

"As of just now, we have sold 320 catties today. Adding to yesterday's 100 catties, our earnings for the past two days amount to 420 taels of gold, equivalent to 4,000 taels of silver."

He closed the ledger and placed it on the table.

"At this rate, all the initial investment will be recouped in less than a month."

Gu Mingyue did not respond.

"The employer?"

"I heard you."

Gu Mingyue took a sip of tea, her voice calm.

"Let Shi Buji control things a bit; they're selling too fast."

Lu Qinghe paused, his pen still.

"Controlled sales?"

"right."

Gu Mingyue put down her teacup, looking serious.

"The aging period for tangerine peel is long, and the inventory is limited. If it's sold too quickly, the medicinal effect won't keep up, and it will ruin our own reputation."

Nonsense, she just doesn't want to make money so quickly!

Lu Qinghe remained silent.

The Juhong (Citrus Peel) Division's warehouse has 150,000 jin (75,000 kg) stored up.

Even if we sell 100 jin a day, it would be enough to last for four years.

Where does the claim of insufficient inventory come from?

But he did not refute it.

Because he now also believes that the Gu family's daughter is indeed a business genius!

She must have her reasons for doing this.

"I'll go and tell Manager Shi right away."

Lu Qinghe got up and went downstairs.

Gu Mingyue leaned against the window frame and slowly exhaled.

No, I have to find a way to spend this money I've earned!

Otherwise, how could she still persuade her father to keep spending money?

Shi Buji has a high level of execution ability.

A control plan was decided that afternoon.

The next day, two signs were hung in front of the Juhong Pharmacy.

First item: Limited to 100 jin per day, while supplies last.

The second item: Orange peel has been increased to 10 taels of gold per catty.

This method completely complies with the owner's requirements; simply raising the door frame is intended to scare away buyers.

But when Gu Mingyue arrived at the pharmacy at noon, she was numb again.

The line outside the pharmacy was even longer than yesterday.

Shi Buji's voice came from behind the shop counter.

Calm, sincere, with just the right amount of awkwardness.

"Manager, today's 100 jin (50 kg) sold out by early morning."

"Yes, tomorrow's slots have also been booked."

His expression was serious, and his tone genuinely showed that he was worried about his guests.

"I can't guarantee anything about the day after tomorrow."

The steward in the dark brown brocade robe in front of the counter got impatient and slapped the counter.

"When will the goods be available?! Our lady has been coughing for half a month!"

Shi Buji flipped through the register beside him and slowly shook his head.

"The earliest gap... is three months from now."

"Three months?!"

"How about this, you pay a deposit first? One tael of gold per pound, to lock in your share."

Without hesitation, the manager slammed the silver note onto the table.

Seeing that they could pay a deposit, the people behind them swarmed forward.

Shi Buji and his men were so busy that their foreheads were covered in sweat.

Finally, Shi Buji simply stood on the stool and bowed to the people queuing outside the door to apologize.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please stop queuing, there are really no more left."

The more guests are advised to leave, the less they want to go.

The faint sounds of arguing could be heard downstairs. Someone offered five taels of gold per catty to cut in line, but Shi Buji righteously and firmly refused.

"Our shop's rules cannot be broken. First come, first served, no exceptions."

When Shi Buji said this, his tone was extremely sincere.

That kind of sincerity works better than any rhetoric.

Because the whole of Kyoto had spread the word that the owner of the Juhong Pharmacy at Pujitang was an exceptionally honest person who never cheated anyone, young or old.

If he says it's gone, it really is gone; if he says he can't get a spot, he really can't get a spot.

As a result, the wealthy and powerful were even more eager to buy it.

The managers started bringing their stools and lining up in the middle of the night.

Gu Mingyue looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.

Bad luck.

Why is making money so easy in this world?!

……

Juhong Pharmacy is on its fifteenth day of operation.

Lu Qinghe spread the half-month report on the table, pointed to the last line of numbers with his fingertip, and his tone was full of praise.

"Master, as of today, Juhong Pharmacy has accumulated revenue of 12,400 taels of gold, equivalent to over 120,000 taels of silver."

He closed the ledger and looked up at Gu Mingyue.

"After deducting all initial investments, labor, medicinal materials, renovations, and miscellaneous expenses, the net profit is 97,000 taels."

Gu Mingyue couldn't help but clutch her chest.

My blood pressure is a little high.

The small amount of money her father received as a bribe this time wasn't even a fraction of this.

"There's one more thing."

Lu Qinghe turned to the next page.

"Since the day before yesterday, pharmaceutical merchants from other regions have been sending people to Beijing to inquire about the supply of tangerine peel. The registered orders are already booked until next spring."

Gu Mingyue closed her eyes.

calm down!

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Are these rich people out of their minds?

The price of orange peel has already reached twenty taels of gold, and they're still scrambling to buy it?!

However, this is not the most troublesome thing for her right now.

The scene in the charitable hall in the backyard was even more out of control.