Entering the Sweatshop (1)
Editor: Atlas Studios
As Zhou Jing's daily production was limited, it was difficult to obtain even a single potion. Every day before opening, there would be people lining up outside. Even Zhou Jing had to greet the crowd before he could squeeze in.
On this day, Bill's Apothecary was open for business as usual. As usual, the door was surrounded by customers.
Zhou Jing sat behind the counter and collected the money for the sale of potions one by one.
At this moment, it was the turn of a well-dressed man with a mustache. He was holding a pain-reduction potion in his hand.
This person looked at Zhou Jing's young face and suddenly asked,
"Did you learn the new formula from someone else, or did you improve the hunter's potion formula yourself?"
Zhou Jing didn't even raise his head, "It doesn't matter what I say; it's which one you believe."
Mustache paused, then laughed. "Guess I'm not the first to ask."