Greetings, Mister Principal

Facts have proved that Reiner's operating strategy was quite successful.

The people in this era had never experienced the power of advertorial, and had never seen such a unique gourmet article like "The Lonely Gourmet". That night, almost more than half of the people who had subscribed to this newspaper silently had one additional supper.

And the next day, when Warren got up early, before he had time to watch yesterday's "Daily Prester", he found that his shop was full of customers who wanted to taste the legendary mystery drink Cola. He felt fortunate that I had placed another order for a hundred bottles from Antoine.

After tasting the Cola, Warren had already placed an additional order. He felt that even if the Cola couldn't be sold, it wouldn't hurt to drink it slowly in the store. How would he know that two days later, everyone in Prester would know about this drink?

When the door was opened, the Warren Pharmacy Store was immediately filled with crowds. In front of the counter, whether it was aristocrats in formal wear or merchants, or ordinary civilians, whether it was a lady with heavy makeup or a tall and burly man, they were all repeating the same sentence. "A bottle of Cola!"

"Don't push, don't push, everyone line up, I have a lot of stock here."

Warren yelled, causing the noisy crowd to gradually form a jagged line.

"Three copper coins, only three copper coins are needed. In order to ensure that everyone can drink it, one person can only buy one bottle."

Warren had never experienced such a thing in the past. He could only say this according to his instinct. He knew that Cola was not expensive. Some nobles might throw a gold coin over, so in order to expand their influence and let more people drink it, Warren thought of this idea.

The good thing was that these people who learned about Cola through "Daily Prester" were quite sensible, paying the money in one hand and taking the goods in the other, and there was no dispute at all.

Mr. York was originally asked by his wife to get up early to buy the drink in the novel. He himself had no habit of reading novels, and he had no liking for the black liquid in his hand.

But when he saw the people around him opening the bottle cap and taking a sip of Cola, he was a little moved.

"Just one sip. I will just taste it."

Opening the bottle cap, York let the cold black liquid flow into his throat.

Puff.

A strong stimulating sensation spread in his mouth, like a gust of rain, tapping the tip of his tongue, and soon, when this fierce sensation had not subsided, a soft and sweet taste followed. With a refreshing flavor, York was completely immersed in it.

When he came back to his senses, York found that he had finished the drink in the bottle.

"Oh no."

He couldn't offend his wife, and hurriedly wanted to buy another bottle, but Warren's rule of selling only one bottle destroyed York's thoughts. When he was in a dilemma, a woman beside York suddenly exclaimed.

"My God, what is this, another bottle! ！ ？"

She waved the cap of the bottle in her hand, which read another bottle.

The woman squeezed to the counter excitedly and showed Warren the bottle cap in her hand.

"Oh, this lady is very lucky, she got the opportunity to have a free bottle."

Warren took out a bottle of Cola from the fridge, handed it to the woman, and recovered the bottle cap.

This whole process made everyone very envious, this was simply a pie falling from the sky.

"Everyone, if you open the cap and find that there is another bottle in it, you can come to me to redeem a bottle."

Warren said, making the people who had thrown the bottle caps in the trash can rush to look for them, for fear of missing the prize.

For a moment, York's heartbeat accelerated. He slowly lowered his head and looked at the bottle cap in his hand that had not been discarded. The metallic bottle cap had never attracted his attention so much.

Slowly turning over the bottle cap, York's heart suddenly tightened when he saw a sentence written on it.

"One more...Uh, thank you for your patronage?"

There was no doubt that he did not win the prize.

......

In the Antoine Alchemy Workshop, dozens of miles away, the Alchemy magic circle was continuously operating, bottles of Cola were packed quickly and cleanly, and the three production lines were running at the same time to maximize efficiency.

Feedback from other places has not come back, but he had already gotten the second order from Prester. The magical drink like Cola seemed quite popular there.

Antoine did not subscribe to "Daily Prester", so naturally, he did not know Reiner's operating strategy. He only knew that with a drink like Cola, he might be able to make a fortune.

Sitting on the sofa, Antoine sipped a cup of warm coffee, the bitter taste spread on the tip of his tongue, making him concentrate.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Antoine stood up, picked up the self-defense stick, and opened the door, only to realize that it was a strange young man.

"Sir, do you want to know more about our products..."

"Go away, I'm not interested in these promotions!"

Antoine brandished the stick immediately, intimidating him.

"Don't be like that, sir, this is a brand new product. It only takes five minutes, and you will fall in love with this product just like me..."

The other party insisted on speaking in a slightly stiff common language and seemed not afraid of Antoine's stick.

As a result, Antoine wasted five minutes after listening to the other party's explanation, before closing the door angrily, feeling that his life was wasted another five minutes.

"Well, let's post this batch of goods first... Huh? Did I forget to put in the last bottle?"

Looking at the wooden box with Cola by the window, Antoine was confused.

Outside the window, Sanderson was sweating. Holding the Cola he had just stolen in his hand, he dared not make a sound.

The salesman just now was hired by Sanderson to attract attention, and he himself stole a bottle of Cola from the open window and prepared to take it back to Piram.

"Jezz, the weather has gotten hotter recently."

Antoine said to himself, took a basin of cold water, and poured it out of the window, trying to cool the air.

And this water just fell on Sanderson's head. This hapless guy was soaked in water silently, but he didn't dare to say a word. He could only grit his teeth and hold his breath.

It was not until Antoine left the window that Sanderson slipped out of the backyard, climbed over the wall, and left Antoine's alchemy workshop.

Although his body was soaked, Sanderson looked at the cold and black liquid in his hand and felt that he did not let master Piram down, and felt very happy in his heart.

"One day in the future, I must make Antoine kneel before me and lick the mud on the soles of my shoes!"

Before Sanderson finished speaking, he sneezed. He shook his body, said nothing, and walked towards the exit of the old street