He Yiran's dad was at home today, sipping the tea leaves she brought back and asking, "What's so great?"
"Oh, nothing. Just made seventy million this morning and feeling pretty satisfied."
He Yiran's dad couldn't help but cough out the tea he had in his mouth, "What? What did you do to make that much?"
He Yiran explained, "The face cream Zhenzhen and I partnered on—one million per bottle. We just sold seventy bottles and made seventy million, easy as that."
"One million a bottle—so you sold seventy bottles this morning?" Ruthless. An even more ruthless seller than him. That must've been why those girls were chattering up in the room earlier, buying this stuff. "Face cream, that expensive? And why'd five girls buy so many?"
"One bottle's not enough, right? Each of them prepped three or five bottles to stock up. Plus, their moms need it, grandmas too if they have them. Five people buying seventy bottles, makes sense."
