After Zhang Shuyun parted with them, she was about to find a car to go home.

She took out her cell phone, thought about it, and called Zhou Tian first.

"Son-in-law, how many beauty products do you have?"

"Not much, what's wrong?"

Zhou Tian was stunned and asked Zhang Shuyun.

"No, mom has found a buyer for you. Hehe, a bottle costs 100,000 yuan, you can prepare a few more bottles for me!"

Zhang Shuyun smiled proudly.

She thought Zhou Tian would praise her for being capable when she heard such a high price and would be willing to supply her.

But she didn't expect that the beauty products produced by Zhou Tian were targeted at the wealthy group. Although the price had not been set yet, it would definitely cost more than tens of millions.

One hundred thousand yuan, where is the beggar?

Zhou Tian is really angry and funny. There are many rich people in this world, especially those rich women. It is probably not a problem to make them rejuvenate and make 100 million yuan per bottle.

Zhang Shuyun actually wanted to help sell 100,000 yuan. Isn’t this a joke?

"There is no extra now, and even if there is one, it is not just for takeout."

Zhou Tian directly rejected Zhang Shuyun.

"Don't, Zhou Tian, ​​one bottle of 100,000 yuan, ten bottles are only one million yuan. At such a high price, you can produce more!"

Zhang Shuyun was anxious. She wanted to sell one million yuan per bottle. As long as Zhou Tian provided her with the goods, she would make a net profit of 900,000 yuan per bottle. It would be enough to sell two bottles and make a fortune.

"I really don't. I'm busy, so I'll hang up first."

Zhou Tian hung up the phone.

"Grass, this calf made him pretend!"

Zhang Shuyun scolded angrily and almost threw her cell phone away.

After looking at it, it was already late, she was about to stop a taxi and went home.
Chapter completed!