Upon hearing this,
Zhao Yong's face went completely pale. 'Forty taels... That's our cost price!'
'How is this helping my business?'
'This is like he thinks the fire isn't big enough and is deliberately pouring a bucket of oil on it!'
'The burden of five thousand more Qi Cultivation Pills has appeared out of thin air. The Yonghe Pill Workshop will have to waste so much production capacity. Our debt was already high enough, and now this...'
'Why is Zhao Ci being so ruthless? To just throw away such a great reputation...'
He grew anxious. "Father Emperor, I..."
Zhao Ci said, "Look, Father Emperor, Brother Huang is so happy he's laughing out loud!"
Zhao Yong: "???"
"Ci!"
Zhao Huan's face immediately darkened.
An order exclusively for the military meant that the Xingyu Pill Association's Qi Cultivation Pills wouldn't flow to the open market. Without cheap pills on the market, other Pill Associations would have no incentive to lower their prices.
This was undoubtedly a threat.
