After listening to Fang Yi's story, which was half brag and half complaint, Zhao Yuan finally realized that the Soul-Stabilizing Incense he created had become so popular it was nearly impossible to obtain. And to think, he'd spent the past few days worrying if the price of ten thousand yuan a box was too high and whether the six boxes he had given Fang Yi would ever sell...
Now it seemed his worries had been a complete joke.
While he was still taking it all in, Fang Yi's voice urged him again from the other end of the line. "Zhao Yuan, Little Brother Zhao, I'm begging you, please, hurry up and bring over the new batch of Soul-Stabilizing Incense! If you don't, the buyers who've been cornering me for it are going to tear me to shreds!"
Fang Yi was, for the most part, exaggerating.
