Empress: “@The Emperor, by the way, why did you choose The Emperor card?”
The Emperor: “Because I’m a tyrant, and it sounds pretty dominant.”
Empress: “To be honest, I still don’t understand why your title is Tyrant of Delight and the High Priestess’s title is Violent Zealot.”
The Fool: “You’ll understand once you visit her shelter. The Emperor’s shelter is the most unique one I’ve seen so far.”
Empress: “Tell us about it.”
It wasn't just the Empress; almost everyone was interested in what The Fool had to say.
Lan Qingyou was no exception. She took a sip of the hot, spicy soup and stared at the card.
After all, this guy was a traveler; he had seen much more than those who were restricted to a single area.
The Fool: “The Emperor’s shelter is open-concept. Anyone can enter and leave as they please.”
Justice: “Hmm?”
High Priestess: “What?”
The Fool’s words made everyone cry out in surprise.
A shelter was supposed to be the final line of defense to protect oneself. Yet, people could enter and leave Gu Xiaobei’s place freely?
Was it a private shelter or a public space?
The Emperor: “It’s not as exaggerated as The Fool makes it sound. Anyway, everyone who enters my restaurant must listen to me, and because of the shelter rules, they can’t hurt me.”
Justice: “What is the specific situation? If possible, could you tell me? This might be related to future developments.”
As a member of the Supreme Council, Chu Yuan naturally hoped to gather more comprehensive information.
Especially since he was good at catching key points, he was particularly intrigued by the word 'rules' in Gu Xiaobei’s sentence.
Under normal circumstances, no one would use that word.
Since Gu Xiaobei used it, it meant there was definitely something to it.
The Emperor: “It’s nothing much. My family used to run a restaurant, so I wanted my shelter to be a restaurant too. When I reached Level 2, I named it ‘Delight Restaurant,’ and after upgrading to Level 3, this rule appeared.”
The Emperor: “Within the restaurant’s range, anyone dining must follow the head chef’s rules and must not harm the head chef. Otherwise, they will be deemed a bad guest and removed by the shield.”
The Fool: “Exactly. To help The Emperor figure out this rule, I acted as a ‘bad guest’ once. I was forcibly pushed a hundred meters away from the restaurant by an invisible force.”
To make Gu Xiaobei’s words easier to understand, The Fool also stepped forward to speak from experience.
Justice: “This is indeed a significant discovery. Apologies, I need to go handle this and see. You guys carry on.”
With that, Chu Yuan left his magic desk and walked out of his ‘office.’
Seeing this, the others had nothing else to say and just continued their chat.
Once the meal was over, Shang Chuan sent Lan Qingyou a message through the friend contact on the magic desk.
Shang Chuan: “I’ve finished making over fifty thousand glass bottles for the potions. I’ve sent the packaged bottles over to you. Please receive them.”
After the agreement to give Shang Chuan the machines Lan Qingyou had gotten from Chariot, Shang Chuan had assigned people to use Lan Qingyou’s and Gu Xiaobei’s machines to produce glass bottles, bowls, and plates.
Lan Qingyou immediately took the glass bottles out.
Fortunately, there was nothing on the third floor except the workshop and the storage room, so there was enough space for fifty thousand glass bottles packed in wooden grid trays.
Lan Qingyou took one look and was instantly delighted.
Each wooden grid tray held fifty bottles, totaling 400 trays stacked on top of each other.
Crucially, the shapes of these glass bottles were all different.
There were elongated ones, oval ones, trapezoidal ones, semi-circular ones, and even heart-shaped ones...
However, despite the different shapes, the surfaces of these glass bottles all had diamond patterns. They looked as exquisite as the perfume bottles of a certain brand back on Blue Star.
Lan Qingyou: “These... aren't they a bit too flashy?”
After considering her wording, Lan Qingyou sent this message to Shang Chuan.
Shang Chuan: “Not at all.”
Shang Chuan immediately denied it and explained his reasoning.
Shang Chuan: “Your alchemy level will gradually rise over time, and your potions will get better and better. In that case, the price will naturally rise as well.”
Shang Chuan: “So, to make the people buying the potions feel like they’re getting their money’s worth, we must use this kind of flashy ‘packaging.’ Only then will the buyers feel satisfied.”
Shang Chuan: “Besides, as you can see, the different shapes can also be used to distinguish between different potions. For example, use the elongated ones for mana potions and healing potions, as they are easy to carry and use.”
Shang Chuan: “Use the trapezoidal ones for attribute potions and the heart-shaped ones for the talent ascension potions you gave me before. Use the semi-circular ones for attack potions, and so on...”
Shang Chuan: “Of course, this is just my personal opinion. If you find it troublesome, just let me know, and I’ll have the production line adjusted.”
Although Lan Qingyou didn't understand business, she felt that what Shang Chuan said made a lot of sense.
Since the businessman said so, then so be it. Distribution was his job anyway; she just had to use them.
Accepting Shang Chuan’s suggestion, Lan Qingyou smugly took out the pots of potions she had prepared earlier and began bottling them.
She then realized that fifty thousand bottles seemed like quite a lot. How long would it take for one person to bottle them all?
Come to think of it, could the task of bottling be outsourced to someone else as well?
Could she just provide the brewed potions?
No, after keeping the potions she needed for herself and those prohibited from sale, she could let Shang Chuan’s subordinates handle the bottling of the ones for sale.
Yes, this idea had potential.
So, she contacted Shang Chuan again and explained her idea.
Shang Chuan agreed immediately upon hearing it.
Anyway, the factory was currently very well-staffed.
Especially after the Level 4 upgrade, the shelter’s area had tripled, and the number of rooms had increased accordingly.
Assigning two more people to bottle potions was no big deal.
Once this matter was settled, news came from Chariot’s side.
It was about the five filters she had ordered earlier.
As for the cost... she could just tell him to go to Shang Chuan for it, since she had already handed over the potion bottling to Shang Chuan.
The Tower: “By the way, Chariot, can you make things like washing machines? I have a lot of clothes piled up here.”
Chariot: “A washing machine? I have one ready-made. 100 Basic Mana Potions.”
The Tower: “Huh? You have a washing machine? Why didn’t you say so earlier?”
Chariot: “You didn’t ask.”
That makes so much sense, I can't even argue!
The Tower: “Then... I’ll take one. Get the potions from Shang Chuan.”
Chariot: “Thank you for your patronage.”
With a washing machine, all that was left was laundry detergent or liquid.
As an alchemist, making something like that was a piece of cake for Lan Qingyou.
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