In just one morning, all the Bright Eye Liquid Zhang Bin had brought was used up, exchanged for 1,800,000 RMB.
However, many people still hadn't received the Bright Eye Liquid treatment and left reluctantly.
All the nurses were exhausted, but they were all very happy.
Liu Xin was also delighted; she had finally witnessed the popularity and money-making power of the Bright Eye Liquid.
At noon, the entire staff went to a large nearby hotel for a meal to celebrate their auspicious start.
On the way, Liu Ruolan held Zhang Bin's arm and whispered, "Xiao Bin, the production of Bright Eye Liquid is still too low. We must increase it again."
Zhang Bin felt a bit dizzy himself. He had brought the day's yield from three Mingqing Trees, but it wasn't even enough to last the morning. By this calculation, those three trees could earn nearly two hundred million a year.
He shook his head and said, "Sister Lan, our profits are already high enough. Isn't a slow and steady stream better?"
