Daily Life

At Dragon Ascending Health's Linping factory, the workers went about their tasks with practiced efficiency. After passing through process after process, the materials finally became bottles of pills.

Wang Yan stood outside the glass wall with his hands behind his back, silently watching them work.

The fervor surrounding the earlier international dispute had already been suppressed, but its aftereffects had not faded. After all, it had ridden that immense wave of attention into the sight of those who were paying attention.

There were already more than ten thousand domestic users. At that number, word of mouth became incredibly powerful. With those people around, as long as they recommended it in one way or another, they would basically reach the several million people in China who could afford it.

Those with more money to spare would buy it for the whole family, with everyone taking it every month. Those with less to spare—for example, people earning a little over two hundred thousand a year after taxes—would buy a bottle every two or three months, exclusively for the next generation of the family.

Put bluntly, the people ultimately being harvested at this price point were still the middle class. There were more of them, and their incomes were neither high nor low. Truly wealthy people? Forget 12,888—if it cost hundreds of thousands per bottle, they would still have the whole family chew them like candy. The sickle simply could not reach their heads. They did not even need to bother with asset allocation. The interest earned from letting their money depreciate in fixed bank deposits alone was a figure ordinary people could only dream of.

Still, their purchasing power was undeniably formidable. Buying it for the whole family was a given, and then there were the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh