Fang Yi didn't take Zhao Yuan's words seriously, replying half-jokingly, half-seriously, "I know, I'll definitely build the factory bigger! Our goal is to be a world-class manufacturer, after all! As for your money, you should keep it for yourself. Renting land and building a factory, even just the initial capital, requires a huge amount."
"Is a hundred million enough?" Zhao Yuan asked.
"Hiss... H-How much?" On the other end of the line, Fang Yi almost bit his tongue.
"A hundred million," Zhao Yuan repeated.
"Where did you get that much money?"
Fang Yi was stunned. Although the Soul-Stabilizing Incense, Beauty Pills, and Vitality Pills had been selling like crazy recently, production was limited. All told, they had only sold a little over ten thousand units. Moreover, ever since they decided to expand the factory, Zhao Yuan had reinvested all his subsequent share of the profits to support the project. It was impossible for him to still have this much cash.
