On the way back, the girl brought up a very serious matter.
"Sister Duo'er, from now on, I'll only charge ten wen money for a box of face mask powder," she said earnestly.
For her, selling face mask powder was as simple as moving her lips, while her older cousin truly made quality wooden boxes with excellent craftsmanship, each selling for ninety wen while she took one hundred wen. Wasn't that just heartless?
Qiao Duo'er shook her head: "This was agreed upon beforehand, no one is allowed to back out."
Cosmetics are a lucrative industry. The raw materials for each box of medicine powder cost a hundred wen, and the wooden box ninety wen, with the rest being profit.
But Qiao Duo'er wouldn't speak carelessly about such things. This was her trade secret, after all.
"That won't do, if my dad and mom find out, they'd surely beat me to death. How about this, I'll take fifteen wen, and I can't ask for more!"
