Profits

Ye Yuan thought about it and said, "How about this, if my medicinal pills can't make the cut, the Fragrant Medicine Pavilion is yours. I only want 10% of the profits. If my medicinal pills make the cut, you guys provide the medicinal herbs, we're responsible for refining the pills. Profits are 70% for me, 30% for you."

Qian-er's brain revolved very quickly and answered immediately, "Fine! Bring the medicinal pills over. I want to see just what miraculous areas those common wares of yours have!"

Ye Yuan smiled and took the medicinal pills out once more.

Qian-er snatched over the medicinal pills and was going to stuff it into her mouth when she was stopped by the old man.

"Miss Qian-er, better let me!"

Qian-er pushed aside the elderly man's hand and said indignantly, "It's fine. I don't believe that he dares to poison me to death!"