The Marshal’s Wife is Wild

Chapter 39: Chapter 38: The Feeling of Singles’ Day Shopping Festival Chapter 39: Chapter 38: The Feeling of Singles’ Day Shopping Festival Before he could get a clear look at the product description, he was already in the purchase interface.

He wanted to add a few more orders, but a message popped up saying each person was limited to one order.

In just a few seconds, he had completed the facial payment and then let out a long sigh of relief, collapsing back onto the bed.

Half a minute later, he logged into Starweb with an excited face and posted an update.

[Did everyone manage to get one? Did you get it? Miss Ali’s God of Wealth Temple has just launched the Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion! Oh yeah!]

A bigger bombshell exploded on Starweb, waking up a bunch of netizens who either hadn’t slept or were shocked awake.

[What the hell? Rolling out Spirit Power Potion at midnight? Does the shop owner never sleep?]

[Damn! Is the shop owner worried we will actually get our hands on it? Not cool to play like this, sob~]

[I was dreaming with Duke Zhou, if it wasn’t for my dad waking me up, I would have had no clue. What a bust.]

[Lucky for me, I’m a night owl with quick reflexes, now it’s my turn, hehehe~]

[To that show-off above, don’t play with fire, the fists of the masses are no joke!]

[I got one, I’m happy. I stayed up, I’m proud.]

[Those who snagged one better tone it down, or else I can’t keep my temper in check.]

[Did none of you notice the price hike of this time’s Spirit Power Stabilizing Potion? Just realized I shelled out 300,000.]

[What’s wrong with 300,000? Even at 300,000 it’s a bargain; the Alchemist Association is selling the Advanced Mind Stabilizing Potion for 500,000 and it’s not even as effective.]

[Right, don’t be ungrateful. The shop owner not charging 500,000 is already very generous, if you think it’s expensive, sell it to me.]

[Invisible swagger is the deadliest, awesome!]

[Not until the guy above mentioned it did I realize, I can’t help but curse that dude for spending those 300,000.]

[When will the shop owner take me off the blacklist, boo hoo hoo, who understands the pain of watching inventory hit zero?]

[Deserved!]

Meanwhile, the shop owner Qu Tong, who was being fervently discussed by everyone, was snuggled up with her long dinosaur pillow, sleeping sweetly.

When Gong Yun’s assistant sent her a message yesterday, Qu Tong had already shipped out the 50 bottles of potion she had prepared and even set her store’s potions for a timed release.

And this timing was entirely influenced by the Singles’ Day from her previous life.

In the following days, high-rise comment threads started to build up under her store page again, mostly people begging the shop owner to stock up more, and some coming specifically to thank her.

The messages were too many, Qu Tong hardly looked at them.

*

In the office of the Alchemist Association

“Damn it! Where did this pharmaceutical company come from?”

Lan Jianghong slammed a stack of testing analysis reports on the table, his face darkened.

The commotion about Miss Ali’s potions on the internet was initially not taken seriously by them, but to their consternation, the other party was able to sell 50 bottles at one go.

He had someone purchase a bottle at a high price for analysis and, to his surprise, the test results were indeed comparable to their Special-grade Mind Stabilizing Potion, even purer and milder for the human body.

With so many pharmacists in the Alchemist Association, none could decipher the method of making the potion.

Lan Jianghong felt a subconscious threat.

Sure enough, within two days, some of the noble families that regularly ordered their potions began to pressure them over prices, both overtly and covertly.

The reason was that Miss Ali’s potions were more effective and priced at only 300,000.

This infuriated Lan Jianghong.

The office filled with internal members of the Lan Family, who were also the executive backbone of the Alchemist Association, was silent.

“Yuanhui, Guofu, what are your thoughts?” Lan Jianghong directed his question at his two sons.

“Dad, you’re well aware the Royal Family is going out of their way to protect the Potion Makers, we can’t find a single piece of information. Anyway, they only sell 50 bottles of potions a month, and given the huge demand for potions, who has more Potion Makers than our Association? We control the pricing; if we can’t find out anything, do you think those families who collaborate with us can?” Lan Guofu stated with great confidence.

“Dad, there’s no need to worry. I’ve already hired a hacker to breach their shop’s backend. I believe we will soon be able to contact the shop owner. Once we do, we’ll win them over.”

Lan Yuanhui and Lan Guofu shared the same confidence that threats were temporary, no one would refuse to cooperate with the Alchemist Association.

“That’s the only way then. Yuanhui, keep an eye on that shop, and inform me immediately if there’s any news.”

After Lan Jianghong dismissed the meeting and only his two sons remained, he asked, “How’s Xiaoying doing?”

“Dad, you can rest assured, Xiaoying has completely mastered the Basic Mind Stabilizing Potion and is now attempting the Intermediate version. The effects are not quite there yet, but with Xiaoying’s talent, it won’t be long before a final product is ready.”

Mentioning his daughter, Lan Yuanhui couldn’t have been prouder.

Perhaps she could become the second Potion Maker in the Alchemist Association capable of crafting a Special Grade Potion.

*

On this side,

Qu Tong saw the private messages that had come into the backend, she even made a special trip to check the settings to ensure her privacy mode hadn’t been turned off before she came back to read the messages closely.

She guessed that the other party must have had some kind of privilege or used some means to get in.

The other party, perhaps worried she hadn’t noticed, sent three identical messages.

The content was roughly that they were from the Alchemist Association and wanted to invite her to join.

Qu Tong refused without a second thought.

The other party replied instantly, reiterating how good and beneficial the Alchemist Association was.

Qu Tong had no interest in exchanging techniques and disliked being constrained by others. She refused again,

“No need, not considering it, not interested.”

Qu Tong bluntly refused in rapid succession, quick to respond, and firm in her rejection.

She didn’t know how the Alchemist Association’s potions were made, nor did she want to learn and understand.

She wasn’t a professional Pharmacist or physician. Her knowledge of potions was very limited, all based on her own spiritual power, ones that only she could craft. Not even her primary physician, who had custom-designed her formulas, could do it.

After being rejected twice by Qu Tong, the other party’s tone became less polite.

“I advise you, going against the Alchemist Association won’t end well for you. Consider partnering with us, and gain much more.”

Was this a threat?

Qu Tong wouldn’t tolerate this nonsense.

She promptly deleted and blocked the contact in one fell swoop. Goodbye!

Her prices were indeed relatively low, but that was her own business.

She was low-key; she only sold 50 bottles a month, not even enough to pay her taxes.

In an Empire with so many people and such a demand for Spirit Power Potions, they could eat meat, but they wouldn’t even allow her to sip some porridge.

In her Space Button, two to three hundred bottles of potion lay quietly.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to make money, but the cost for her to make a bottle of potion was over a thousand, setting the price any higher would really hurt her conscience.

Moreover, the prices agreed upon with Gong Yun were set from the start. In her past life, she had some connections with the military, which subconsciously made her disinclined to overcharge them.

Standing against the entire Alchemist Association? That really overestimated her; she wasn’t so idle.

On the other side of the message, Lan Yuanhui stared at the red exclamation mark on his screen, his face contorted with anger.

Ungrateful!

Clueless!

No one had ever dared to speak to him like that; it was infuriating.