The Eileen Cup spanned the years '94 to '95, and would continue until January of '95.
If witches did not calculate competitions by their opening day, then the Eileen Cup could in fact be considered the first competition of '95.
With such a lengthy span, its economic stimulus would continue uninterrupted.
There would be no cliff-like drop.
After all, most witches had savings, as well as several decent artifacts unsuitable for themselves that they wanted to sell. A marketplace was a rare environment that gathered large numbers of witches holding curios and treasures; even if it were held for an entire year, it would not exhaust the witches' stocks or currency.
Under these circumstances, Jiang Han once again used the laboratory's dispensing machine to produce a large batch of the highest-grade potions she was capable of making.
She could not let such a rare chance to make money slip away.
And today, Miss Cen Jing had also changed into the same shopkeeper's dress as Jiang Han to help out. It had to be said that simply standing there, Cen Jing drew the attention of a great many witches. Even the witches of the Witch House secretly dragged Jiang Han aside to ask for her phone number.
Snow Cedar Lake Market, outside the alchemy cottage.
Having finished the day's sales, Jiang Han stepped outside and patiently locked up the little shop. Miss Cen Jing, dressed the same way she was, leaned against the wall and cheerfully checked her memo pad.
This woman was really something—she seemed cheerful and optimistic no matter the time... Jiang Han glanced at Cen Jing. Her shopkeeper outfit had been made by enlarging and altering Jiang Han's clothes, yet it was still inevitably a little tight. Since this witch usually dressed properly in shirts and