After talking about all that, He Yiran went on to tell Mengzhen about what's been happening these days. He had been back for four or five days, so he'd obviously slept four or five days too, and still found time to get things done. For that, He Yiran felt pretty proud, "Let's see how things go tonight. Your incense, though, seriously. It can only produce so much a month? All old folks have some issues with sleep. Honestly, young people do too. If we promote it widely..."
He Yiran didn't even finish before Mengzhen cut him right off, "Stop dreaming. You gotta realize, fifteen sticks of incense cost a three million purchase price, which just shows how rare the materials are. You can't even buy them with money. Supplying it monthly is already impressive. Want more? Pfft. Don't be greedy. I give what I give, you sell what you sell—just treat it as hunger marketing."
