"Fifty doses of Life Potion... really was rather tight," the handsome old man hesitated before tactfully telling the truth.
Facing a former student, he truly felt a little embarrassed. He had indeed used them all up, yet other students still wanted to ask him for some.
At the same time, he would not falsely accuse anyone. "No unrelated people have tried to extort me, though."
It truly could be called extortion. The current black-market price of Life Potion exceeded one million, and it was unavailable even at that price—you needed connections to have any chance of buying it. Of course, with powerful enough connections, you might not even need to pay a million.
A million per dose... merely guaranteed that the body would not suffer any major deterioration for ten years. It sounded a little expensive.
But that was not how the matter was calculated. Feng Jun supplied tens of thousands of doses every day, but they went through Lin Beauty's channels, and most were absorbed internally—as for how much they cost, well... that was settled internally.
Besides, was Feng Jun someone short of money? Even if he could sell tens of billions a day... would he care?
Just consider this: how much was a ton of gold worth? How many tons of gold did he have to donate every day?
So although quite a few potions were supplied, fewer than ten thousand doses made their way onto the market each day.
What did that mean? Ten thousand doses a day, at one million each, meant a market worth ten billion a day.
Could Xia Nation's purchasing power support such a market?
Anyone asking that was truly underestimating Xia Nation's purchasing power. Even if Feng Jun sold ten billion... fine, twenty billion a day, how much would that be over