Chapter 72: Worker Miko

Miss Micko's potion shop officially opened.

On a unhappy morning, all the busy figures received the reminder and put down their work.

The long line of people lining up at the door shocked Mi Ke so much that she couldn't even hide her teeth. It also made the female blacksmith Lian next door hold her chest and couldn't help but stamp her feet secretly, because her blacksmith shop's business could never compare to that of the potion shop.

"As long as you can supply the potion," Lind's voice came to his ears like a magic sound.

As long as I can supply potions, I can make as much money as I want.

Swallowing quietly, Mi Ke looked at the first person who walked up to him: "What do you want?"

It's all money, all my money!
The rabbit's eyes began to turn red.

The undead man was suddenly startled by Miko's stare, but when he looked at the bottles of glass potions on the counter of the potion shop, and the light emanating from the bottles.

Orange and blue are like flickering fireflies formed by magical power, emitting the joy from the very beginning as you look at them.

The potion shop, with only one window open, faced east, but the sunlight was blocked by the low eaves, and stopped at the silver hair on the witch's forehead.

The shop was dark, but as the undead's gaze fell on the shelves, the jumping lights in the potion bottles lit up like lanterns.

The magic light illuminates the potion shop with a slightly "European living room" style.

It’s so beautiful! The charm from magic makes people crazy and want to possess it all.

"I want them all!" The undead man waved his hands: "All!"

Money means nothing to the undead.

There are so many ways to make money, such as farming, fighting monsters, and completing quests, but there are too few places to spend money.

Moreover, playing games requires using one's brain. If the supply of magic potions is not unlimited, he can become a middleman and sell them at a higher price. Even if he does not sell them, he can use the money to train his teammates.

"Damn, isn't this that rich guy?"

“He wants to clear out his stock!”

“Is there any purchase restriction?”

"I don't have enough money. Is there any brother who can help me buy a bottle of Orange Juice? I can transfer the money offline." Some people were shouting about offline transactions, which made the undead people who were queuing up noisy.

What players hate are the players who spend money on the game, and what they hate even more is that the players who spend money on the game are not themselves.

"The Ring of Doom" does not provide offline channels for paying for games, but many people have contacted us privately in the more than ten days since the game was launched.

The place where the transactions were most intense was none other than Star Dragon Outpost.

Other places are still doing the work of beating mountain people, catching chickens and chasing dogs. However, Star Dragon Post has already opened up planting, defeated several bosses, and updated the equipment store twice.

There was even the first level 11 player in the server.

Some people don’t want to farm anymore after reaching the maximum level, and instead start exploring and looking for more interesting content.

But some undead people choose to continue farming, sell the crops for money, and then conduct 1:1 transactions between Rand gold coins and offline money.

"Only one copy." Listening to the noisy exchange, Mi Ke raised a white and tender finger: "Limited purchase!"

She had never heard of purchase restrictions before, but she had no problem understanding it. She indeed noticed from the expressions of those people that they seemed to really want to buy out their potion stocks, so Miko had to raise her finger to emphasize it.

Although she didn't understand the purchase restrictions, she knew Old Cherry from Prey Town. The cunning businessman's talent for stinginess shown when chatting with her made Micko fully understand the many characteristics of doing business.

She had also seen similar scenes where everything was sold to one person at once, just like old Cherry would often buy up other people's goods in one go and then raise the price himself.

Let others make money?
That's all my money!

Although the plan was well-planned, the situation went beyond Miko's expectations and the potions on the shelves were sold out in an instant.

The magic potion that was once left on display in Prey Town for ten days or half a month without anyone paying attention to it has become a hot commodity here.

No one bargained, and some even rushed to buy.

As he was selling, Mi Ke couldn't help but want to raise the price.

I definitely set the price too low, and my heart bleeds!

Rand gold coins were indeed useless to her, but as a currency, considering the current resource situation of Star Dragon Outpost, the value of Rand gold coins was undoubtedly several times higher than the gold medal notes in Prey Town.

Why didn't she know about Star Dragon Outpost? If she had known, why would she still be wasting time in Prey Town? She would have made a lot of money here. With the sound of friction, a tall figure stopped in front of the window of the potion shop. The sunlight was blocked and Mi Ke's eyes went dark.

She looked up at the figure standing in front of her, her short golden hair casting a faint golden glow as the sunlight shone through it.

The Lord is here.

"Your business looks good?" Lind looked at the empty shelves.

"My Lord," Miko tried hard to maintain the smile on her face, but like a rodent hiding a bunch of nuts in a tree hole, she couldn't hide the sly smile on her face at all. Anyone who saw her would know that she must have made a fortune.

"Remember what we talked about?" Linde looked at the empty potion shop.

The shelves are empty.

He had expected the current situation, but Micko's crucible was not burning!
As a lord, I am very unhappy that the workers are so short-sighted.

What I want is your attitude.

"Supply potions!" Miko looked at the undead who were still in the distance, "But they bought too much. The potions I made by staying up late and getting less sleep in the past few nights were sold out."

60 people really means 60 purchasing powers, and a conversion rate of 1:1, which would be exaggerated in any place.

The demand exceeds the supply, what a happy trouble!

"You don't need to solve this problem. You must make as many potions as possible," Lind said. "I will find a way to control their purchase frequency."

Lind really wants to have an unlimited supply of potions, but this is impossible, even if the undead can grow the materials for brewing potions themselves, because currently only Miko can brew potions.

He has been studying the golden seal recently and has obtained preliminary results. Next, he needs a group of undead to help him "decipher the code". However, the opening of the potion shop this morning made too much noise, so Linde had to come over to take a look.

Looking at Miko who was still smug, Linde felt helpless.

Every time you sell out all the potions in one go, you are just a simple, stupid worker.

Maybe the Rabbit Tooth Witch doesn't even know how stupid she is. She really thinks she has made a fortune? You are destined to be a tool for making medicine.

He needs to teach the other party how to do business.

"Potions..." Lind reminded, "You must ensure that your cauldron is always boiling. You are also eligible to purchase potions, but today is your first time buying, so you can buy potions in unlimited quantities and at any time. But tomorrow you must buy potions in limited quantities and at a limited time. Find me after dinner tonight, and I will tell you how to do it in detail."

"Yes!" Miss Miko nodded, but she still didn't quite understand why there was a limit.

Why not make money quickly while you can?
For the whole day, Miko was immersed in the joy of brewing potions. The materials needed for healing potions and energy potions were common, and she still had a lot of stock, which she had saved when she was helping Linde brew potions.

She had not originally intended to pay for the materials herself, but it seemed okay to supplement herself and earn gold coins first. Not making any profit would be more painful than killing her.

But gradually she realized something was wrong.

Why are the undead always buying medicine? Every time he makes a bottle, it is bought immediately.

She had to open three crucibles for this, but the demand still could not keep up with the supply.

Five crucibles... I can't control them anymore. I'm so busy that I'm running around in circles, but the supply is still not enough to meet the demand.

As it got dark, Mi Ke realized that he had not eaten yet and his stomach started to growl.

She opened a bottle of energy potion and poured it into her mouth, and immediately felt her body rejuvenated.

"Ms. Micko, do you have any more goods?" Seeing her stop, another undead came up to chat.

In fact, by now, almost every undead has bought the potion. They just want to tease Miko and don’t want to see her stop to rest.

It is also impossible to keep pouring medicine into the mouth. If you take it for a short period of time, the effect will be greatly reduced.

Everyone just found it interesting that she looked so money-obsessed yet so busy.

It's like a worker in real life who is promised a rosy fate and has to come and urge her to work!
"We're closed today!" Micko quickly closed the window.

She felt that what the lord said was right, potions must be purchased in limited quantities... in limited quantities.

Turning his head to look at the small box of Rand Gold Coins, his rabbit teeth showed as he smiled.

"How about limiting the quantity again the day after tomorrow?"

(End of this chapter)