Yang Jinhe clearly had not taken Yang Chen's words to heart. He merely thought it was the confidence of youth, muttering to himself, "So be it. Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it and take things one step at a time. At least for now, the Gravity Pill's sales results have been fairly good. Speaking of which, Yang Chen, the auction ended at over three thousand spirit stones. If we sell them in bulk later, how do you think the Gravity Pill should be priced?"
Yang Chen stroked his chin, pondering for a moment before saying earnestly, "This matter must not be handled carelessly. Wang Dachui spent over three thousand spirit stones to buy the Gravity Pill. If we price it too low, Wang Dachui will inevitably feel displeased. Judging by his temperament, he probably isn't the sort willing to play the fool and pay for someone else's bill."
"But if we set the price too high, it will inevitably affect the results of bulk sales," Yang Chen said calmly.
Yang Jinhe nodded in satisfaction. "Yang Chen, at such a young age, your analysis of matters is already so thorough. You truly surprise me. You're right. The most difficult part of selling the Gravity Pill now lies precisely in setting its price. How much to charge is something we must deliberate over carefully."
Yang Chen did not intend to interfere in matters of pricing. In truth, he had his own ideas about selling the Gravity Pill. But Yang Jinhe was, after all, the patriarch. There was no need for him to wave his hands about in front of him, or he might easily provoke the other man's displeasure.
As he pondered, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.
Yang Jinhe looked puzzled. "Come in."
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