Chapter 338: Without Sudden Wealth One Is Not Rich

338. Chapter 338: Without Sudden Wealth One Is Not Rich

"Need another hundred million…"

Gu Zhangkong and Yang Chun exchanged a glance.

The latter's face showed a wry smile.

"Alright."

Gu Zhangkong promptly agreed, "When those herbs are used up, just call Lao Yang."

That was also within his expectations.

Moreover, the quality of the pills refined by Jiang Cheng kept improving, enough to prove his skill was advancing.

In all matters, being able to see Hope is enough.

"Actually, Jiang Cheng, what I want to tell you is another matter."

Gu Zhangkong's expression grew serious.

"Supervisor, please speak."

"When your Alchemy Technique reaches perfection, logically, with your talent, trying to refine a Third-grade Awakening Pill is more appropriate; a single basic Awakening Pill can fetch a high price of one million yuan, and in the Inner City District it's also in short supply,"

"but as for me now, my finances are limited, so I'm afraid I can't support that method, and moreover, since you joined, we haven't earned a single cent from you."

Hearing that, Jiang Cheng felt a bit embarrassed.

Yang Chun let out a laugh and hurried, "Supervisor, sharpening the knife doesn't delay the woodcutter's work; Jiang Lao Di isn't idle either, isn't he always sharpening his knife?"

Gu Zhangkong nodded, "So, when your Alchemy Technique reaches perfection, it's time to start chopping wood as well."

"That's what the supervisor said."

Jiang Cheng immediately replied, "When my Alchemy Technique is perfected, I'll start refining Calming Pills, but I'm not sure what contribution ratio you, supervisor, intend to give me?"

For those Level Two and Level Three alchemists, although they receive herbs for free, eighty percent of the income from each batch must be handed over to the Black Market, and beyond that there are quotas.

This also causes most alchemists to start refining alchemy as soon as they open their eyes each day, only resting when night falls, in an endless cycle.

Of course, according to Yang Chun, alchemists of Levels Four and Five, or Five and Six, receive better treatment; some can even complete their tasks after working only half a day.

But if they continue refining alchemy during the remaining half‑day, they can only receive herbs for free, still must pay the corresponding share per batch, and the remainder is theirs to use for personal cultivation or sell to the Black Market.

If Gu Zhangkong sets a high contribution ratio, he'll have to tweak the amount of herbs, in other words, save some herbs to refine pills for himself.

After all, a horse without night grass isn't fat, and a person without sudden wealth isn't rich.

If the ratio isn't high, he'll be open and sincere with the other side, cooperating earnestly for a win‑win.

The atmosphere inside was quiet; even Yang Chun beside him was a bit nervous. Since ancient times, talking money harms relationships, and talking relationships harms money; both cannot be satisfied.

"At the start, the ratio I set for you was the same as for everyone else—eighty percent. Everyone follows that, even those few Fifth‑ and Sixth‑rank alchemists; at most the difference is due to Spiritual Power, affecting the number of batches each day."

"Eighty percent..."

Jiang Cheng muttered those two words.

"Jiang Lao Di, the supervisor is telling the truth; our ratio is eighty percent for everyone. However, I believe that since the supervisor says so, he'll ease up on you," Yang Chun hurriedly added.

"Hmm."

As soon as Yang Chun finished speaking, Gu Zhangkong's voice rang out.

"Considering your talent, which far surpasses the others, I intend to lower it by another ten percent, making it a seventy‑three split; the herbs will still be provided by us for free. If you refine a batch of Top Grade An Shen Pills, seven will go to us and three to you."

Jiang Cheng, hearing this, felt the ratio was quite good.

Because if he were to tweak anything, the profit margin could only improve so much; after all, the two people in front of him aren't fools and aren't easy to deceive. "But,"

Gu Zhangkong's voice sounded again, "Just as I said earlier, when others treat me sincerely, I will also treat others sincerely."

Jiang Cheng and Yang Chun simultaneously lifted their heads to look.

"Therefore, for you, I'm willing to give a bit more concession, changing the split from seventy‑three to sixty‑four. From each batch of pills, we take sixty percent, and the remaining forty percent is yours; you can use it to boost your Spiritual Power or sell it to us at eighty percent of market price. I wonder if these terms satisfy you."

Yang Chun opened his mouth wide.

The seventy‑three split did exist for a few people before, but unfortunately they all moved to the Inner City District; people climb upward, water flows downward, it's normal.

But the sixty‑four split.

It's absolutely scorpion poop, a one‑of‑a‑kind share.

Jiang Cheng was also startled.

Don't be fooled by the sixty‑four; he doesn't need to pay for the herbs, so in reality it's close to a fifty‑fifty split.

If that's still not enough, it would be a bit greedy.

"Supervisor, I'm very satisfied."

Jiang Cheng hurriedly replied.

He also guessed that his not switching jobs, which moved the other side, was indeed a reason.

But the other side probably also worries whether he might change his mind and join Gu Zhangjun's command.

"Alright."

Gu Zhangkong nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Cheng's inner speculation was correct; he could give up twenty percent, which was today's matter, a reminder for him, and to make Jiang Cheng wholeheartedly serve him, he directly gave up twenty percent.

As for the minimum number of batches, he believed that without saying it, Jiang Cheng would also spare no effort in refining pills; the reason is simple—no one thinks the money is abundant.

"Jiang Lao Di, congratulations."

Yang Chun quickly congratulated, "There are people the supervisor notices, but someone he notices this much, there's only you."

"Thanks, Brother Yang, for the reminder. From now on I'll definitely work hard at refining alchemy and not disappoint the supervisor's expectations," Jiang Cheng said with a smile.

After seeing the two off, Jiang Cheng cleaned the pill furnace while silently calculating.

When the Alchemy Technique is perfected, refining a batch of Top Grade An Shen Pills will inevitably take an hour and a half, but even though Calming Pills are second‑grade, compared with refining a First‑grade Spirit Nourishing Pill, the former consumes roughly twice the Spiritual Power for the same duration; extending by half an hour essentially doubles the consumption.

With his current Spiritual Power, refining First‑grade pills at a rate of one batch per hour from dawn to dusk is more than sufficient.

But switching to Second Grade An Shen Pill, refining seven or eight batches a day is probably the limit, and the accumulated time isn't short either; apart from eating and sleeping, almost everything falls on Refining Alchemy.

After completion, one batch yields ten Top Grade An Shen Pill, worth one million yuan; eight batches a day equals eight million.

According to the 60‑40 split, he can earn 3.2 million yuan per day! Even going out hunting doesn't bring that much income!

And this is only for one day; if it's a month, it's close to a hundred million!

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng took a deep breath.

One hundred million—let alone a Third‑grade treasure, even a Fourth‑grade item for Grandmaster use, he could afford it.

When that time comes, wearing top‑grade gear, wiping out a Dawn Society would be just a matter of a hand squeeze? (End of chapter)