Chapter 112: Diverse Shelters

The Empress: "@The Emperor, by the way, why did you choose The Emperor card?"

The Emperor: "Because I'm a tyrant, and it sounds pretty domineering."

The Empress: "To tell the truth, up to now I still don't understand why your title is Tyrant, and The High Priestess's title is Madman."

The Fool: "One day, when you've visited her shelter, you'll understand. The Emperor's shelter is the most unique shelter I have seen thus far."

The Empress: "Let's hear it."

Not just The Empress, practically everyone was intrigued by the matters The Fool spoke of.

Lan Qingyou was the same, taking a sip of fresh, spicy broth before staring intently at her card.

After all, this fellow was a traveler; the things he had seen were vastly greater than those of people like them who were restricted to a single region.

The Fool: "The Emperor's shelter is open-style; anyone can freely enter and exit at will."

The High Priestess: "Ah?"

The Fool's words caused everyone to uncontrollably utter cries of astonishment.

One must know that a shelter was their absolute bottom line for protecting themselves. Yet Gu Xiaobei's place could actually be entered and exited freely?

Then was this a private shelter or a public venue?

The Emperor: "It's not as exaggerated as The Fool made it sound. Anyway, anyone who enters my restaurant must listen to me. Moreover, due to the shelter's rules, I can't be harmed."

Judgement: "What exactly are the specific circumstances? If possible, could you tell me? This point might relate to some of our future developments."

As a council member of the Supreme Council, Chu Yuan naturally hoped to obtain more comprehensive and detailed information.

This was especially true for an individual adept at grasping the crux of matters like him upon seeing the word 'rules' in Gu Xiaobei's sentence.

Unless there were special circumstances, no one would use this word.

Since Gu Xiaobei used it, it meant there definitely had to be some underlying mechanisms involved.

The Emperor: "It's actually nothing much. It's just that my family used to run a restaurant, so I hoped my shelter would also be a restaurant. When it was at Level Two, I gave it the name 'Joy Restaurant'. Afterward, upon upgrading to Level Three, this rule popped up."

The Emperor: "Within the restaurant's premises, regardless of who is dining, they must comply with the head chef's rules and must not harm the head chef. Otherwise, they will be deemed a malicious rogue and be purged outside by the shield."

The Fool: "It's true. To help The Emperor figure out this rule, I played the role of a 'malicious rogue' once. I was forcefully shoved a hundred meters away from the restaurant by an invisible force."

To make Gu Xiaobei's words easier to comprehend, The Fool also stepped forward to 'testify from personal experience'.

Judgement: "This is indeed an extraordinary discovery. Apologies, I need to go handle and look into this matter on my end. You guys chat first."

Having said his piece, Chu Yuan left his magic desk and walked out of his 'office'.

Seeing this situation, the others didn't have much to add, merely continuing their own chat.

After she finished her meal, Shang Chuan used the friend contact on the magic desk to send Lan Qingyou a message.

Shang Chuan: "My side has already produced over fifty thousand glass bottles for holding potions. I'll send the packaged fifty thousand glass bottles over to you. Please receive them."

Previously, after coordinating handing the machines Lan Qingyou obtained from The Chariot over to Shang Chuan, Shang Chuan had found subordinates, handed Lan Qingyou and Gu Xiaobei's machines over to them, and tasked them with producing glass bottles and dishware.

Lan Qingyou immediately retrieved those glass bottles.

Fortunately, the third floor contained nothing else apart from the workshop and storage room, allowing the fifty thousand glass bottles packed inside wooden grid trays to fit.

With a single glance, Lan Qingyou instantly felt elated.

Every wooden grid tray contained fifty bottles; there was a total of 400 trays stacked layer upon layer.

Crucially, the exterior designs of these glass bottles weren't entirely uniform.

There were elongated shapes, oval shapes, trapezoidal shapes, semi-circular shapes, and even heart shapes...

However, despite the varying designs, the surfaces of all these glass bottles bore diamond-shaped patterns. Just like the perfume bottles of certain Blue Star perfume brands, they were incomparably exquisite.

Lan Qingyou: "Aren't these... a bit too flashy?"

After deliberating her phrasing, Lan Qingyou sent Shang Chuan this message.

Shang Chuan: "Not at all."

Shang Chuan immediately denied it, articulating his conceptualization.

Shang Chuan: "Your alchemy proficiency will gradually increase over time, and the resulting potions will become better and better. Under such circumstances, the prices will naturally rise accordingly."

Shang Chuan: "Therefore, to give the buyers of your potions a feeling of exceeding the value of the money spent, we absolutely must use this sort of flashy 'packaging'. This way, the buyers' mindset can remain balanced."

Shang Chuan: "Furthermore, as you've seen, the differing exterior designs can be used to distinguish between the different installed potions. For example, mana potions and healing potions use elongated shapes, making them convenient to carry and use."

Shang Chuan: "Attribute potions use trapezoidal shapes. The magic potions you gave earlier use heart shapes. Attack potions use semi-circular ones, and so on..."

Shang Chuan: "Of course, this is my personal opinion. If you find it bothersome, just let me know and I'll have the production line make some adjustments."

Although Lan Qingyou didn't understand commerce, she felt Shang Chuan's words were immensely reasonable.

Since a merchant said so, then so be it. Anyhow, distribution was his business; she just had to concern herself with using them.

Having accepted Shang Chuan's proposal, Lan Qingyou, showing off immensely, brought out the pots upon pots of completely brewed potions and magic potions she had prepared earlier, and commenced the bottling process.

Subsequently, she discovered that these twenty thousand bottles seemed a bit too plentiful. Distributing them all by herself would take until the year of the monkey and month of the horse, right?

Thinking about it this way, it seemed the matter of bottling them could be dumped onto someone else?

She just had to provide the brewed potions?

No, it should be retaining the potions for her own use and those prohibited from sale, and then handing the sealable portions over to Shang Chuan's subordinates for bottling.

Hm, there was a lot of promise in this matter.

Thus, she contacted Shang Chuan once more, articulating her idea.

Upon hearing this, Shang Chuan agreed immediately.

Anyhow, the factory over there currently possessed abundant manpower.

Especially after upgrading to Level Four, the shelter's area expanded threefold, causing the number of rooms to increase accordingly.

It was nothing more than sparing two more people out to bottle potions; it could hardly be considered a massive matter.

After she finished her busywork on this end, the matters from The Chariot's side arrived.

Namely, the five filters she had ordered previously.

As for the fees... she could just directly ask Shang Chuan for them. She had already entrusted the potion distribution processing entirely to Shang Chuan anyway.

The Tower: "Right, Chariot, are you able to produce things like washing machines? Clothes have already piled up quite massively here."

The Chariot: "Washing machine? I have ready-made ones here. 100 elementary mana potions."

The Tower: "Ah? You have washing machines? Why didn't you mention it earlier?"

The Chariot: "You never asked either, did you?"

That sounded tremendously logical; I actually couldn't rebut it!

The Tower: "Then... bring me one unit. Go to Shang Chuan for the potions."

The Chariot: "Thank you for your patronage."

With a washing machine secured, what remained was laundry powder or laundry detergent.

As an alchemist, producing this sort of thing was simply a piece of cake for Lan Qingyou.