The Idea of Making Qi-Supplementing Pills on a Production Line

To Cheng Dongxue, this was a business opportunity. Once production started, money would be like paper. Making a fortune would be easy.

"Uh..." Zhang Yang thought it over. It sounded reasonable. After all, plenty of medicines eventually went into mass production. But only he knew this one couldn't be made on an assembly line. "Xiao Xue, if we mass-produced it, each pill wouldn't be worth three million. It'd be worth thirty cents."

Cheng Dongxue paused. He had a point. Scarcity drove up prices. Gleevec was protected by patents, allowing its manufacturers to control the market and reap enormous profits. If anyone could set up a production line, a bottle wouldn't cost hundreds; hundreds of pills would cost next to nothing.

Cheng Dongxue had just thought she'd spotted a business opportunity, but now her interest vanished.

"I don't care how you make it, as long as it isn't harmful. Nothing else matters to me."

Since the opportunity had nothing to do with her, Cheng Dongxue didn't want to ask any more. Even Liu Mei hadn't managed to learn the truth, so she gave up pressing him. She settled for telling Zhang Yang to stay on the right side of things.

"Don't worry! The medicine is prepared using an ancient method. I guarantee it won't hurt anyone. My friends in Kyoto have bought some, and they'll be fine taking it."

Zhang Yang figured Cultivators had far more vitality than ordinary people. A normal medicine certainly wouldn't kill them.

With Zhang Yang's assurance, Cheng Dongxue relaxed. As a member of the family, all she wanted was for their life together to get better every day, with everyone healthy, happy, and accounted for.

Zhang Yang was asleep by then, but Zhang Daoru and his grandchildren couldn't sleep at the Gong City Imperial Palace