"Not all of them can have it, but they must have. These people are fighting for it and they are starting to raise their prices."

After observing Xiao Qi for a while, his voice was full of feeling and surprise: "if we go on like this, as long as the stock is enough, the stall of senior brother will not worry about no customers at all."

Just now, he counted roughly. There were 20 customers around. According to the 70% purchase rate, there would be 14 people willing to pay. If you look at the number of people who bought just now, take an average of two, that is to say, each person will buy two bottles of beauty pills and two bottles of healing pills.

Beauty pill ninety million bottles, two bottles 1.8 million. Healing pill 80 million bottles, two bottles discount price 1.5 million. This combination adds up to 3.3 million yuan. According to the method of senior brother, the discount may be 3 million yuan. Fourteen people are 42 million, which is still the lightest calculation.

After calculating this number, Xiao Qi was shocked. What is the concept of 42 million? It's an astronomical number. This way, we can have 42 million yuan. We have to say that the master brother is really powerful. He is just a sales genius.

"Xiao Qi, why didn't you find your math so good before?"

"too awesome, and suddenly calculated the profits. This time, the financial affairs of our Maoshan faction are saved."

"Our sect has always been tight. With this income, can we improve our food?"

One after another, everyone looked at Lin Fan's eyes full of admiration. No one expected that things would turn out like this. It was originally meant to set up a stall for the staff to take the initiative to look for them, but now it has really become a money making business.

"800000, 1.5 million, 3.3 million Is this uncle your account? Is this handsome guy your account... "

Shaxue'er has never felt so happy. They all say that money is a number. But when she has these numbers, the taste is so wonderful. I can't imagine, this is the joy of making money, this is the joy of making money.

"Senior brother, the organizers are coming here."

Yin Zhiping to Lin Fan whispered: "we continue or pause, strength is not strong, we can cope with."

"Well, don't worry about it for the time being. We'll continue to sell." Lin Fan shook his head and sneered: "the reason why I set up a stall to sell goods is not just for money, but to accumulate contacts. When there is going to be conflicts, some people will do it for us. We just need to continue to play the role of victims."

"I see. I'll continue to be a bartender."

How can you not understand the meaning of Lin Fan's words? Yin Zhiping is in awe of Lin Fan from his heart. All the follow-up calculations have been made exactly, and they are still in place. Even if the organizers have more reasons, it will not work.

What do you do? What do you do together?

A fat man came up with five of his men and pointed out with the iron stick in his hand: "no loud noise is allowed in Fangshan. Everyone is a martial arts practitioner. Don't you know this? What's the matter with you? Who allowed you to set up a stall here? Have you asked us for your opinion? If you violate the regulations of the general assembly, you can be expelled. "

"Oh, this must be the official leader."

Looking at the fat man with his face pulled, Lin Fan took out a piece of gold brick from Xumi ring and walked over: "it's not easy to come out and mix with everyone. Fat brother, please give me some face."