Ye Feng clearly didn't believe Zhao Yuan and just assumed he was bluffing. He sneered, "A set of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills for every single person? That's an outrageous boast."
"Is it outrageous?" Zhao Yuan glanced around, doing a quick headcount. "There are only about forty or fifty people here. One set per person is just forty or fifty sets. What's so outrageous about that?"
In the past, producing so many sets of Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills at once would have indeed been difficult. After all, back then, Zhao Yuan could only make a few dozen boxes of Soul-Stabilizing Incense at a time. But things were different now that he had a factory. Its daily output was over a thousand boxes. The only reason they were always in short supply was because demand far outstripped production.
