Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System Chapter 1230 - 1126: Terrifying Daily Revenue (2)

What made him feel the most smug, though, was that he was a bona fide foodie.

In this Capital City, you could practically say there was nothing he hadn’t eaten.

Don’t just talk about the Capital City—he’d eaten his way through all the local specialties of the Dayou Nation too, especially a bunch of things that were originally tributes for the Emperor.

But with his old man’s help, those tributes would get brought back home for them to "have a taste."

So this guy really could be considered a somewhat accomplished little foodie.

If you handed him a smartphone right now, he’d absolutely be one of those big-name food-hunting vloggers.

And just based on that scene of him eating soap just now, he’d go insanely viral in no time and become the top influencer on the entire internet.

Even though there are no phones at the moment, this whole incident will definitely become something people in the Capital City keep gleefully gossiping about.

And once it spreads by word of mouth, it won’t be long before this feat of his is known throughout the entire Dayou Nation.

Just like that, under the salesclerk’s strange gaze, the fatty swaggered out of the shop, proudly lugging two jin of soap, a whole bunch of flunkies trailing behind as they strutted along.

All along the way, he was still feeling pleased with himself as he looked around at everyone.

Whenever he noticed people’s eyes on him, his face would immediately take on a lofty, superior expression.

If he ran into a few girls, he couldn’t resist opening his mouth and blowing a big bubble to show off how handsome he was.

Little did he know that everyone looking at him saw him as a total idiot—where did this moron come from, seriously stuffing that thing into his mouth?

The reason the salesclerk hadn’t done much to stop the fatty from shoving soap into his mouth was actually because someone had already mistakenly eaten this soap before—and the person who made that mistake had been one of their own.

At first they’d been really worried, but later they realized that aside from a bit of diarrhea, the guy had no other symptoms, which finally let them breathe a little easier.

So when they saw this fatty taking huge bites of soap today, even though the salesclerk was shocked—totally stunned, even—he still had no intention of stopping him.

After all, as long as it didn’t kill anyone or cause any major incident, it wasn’t a big deal; His Majesty was there to back them up on everything.

Whatever these people wanted to pull—no way that was happening.

Seriously, which blind fool would dare come here and make trouble?

Besides, this stuff, once eaten, didn’t really do much harm to the body; it might even help scrape off some of that thick layer of body fat.

And even if this thing really did have side effects, who would dare jump out and cause a scene?

Who would have that kind of nerve?

Looking across the whole Dayou Nation, whose power could compare to Lin Yi’s?

As they watched the fatty walk out, everyone around was pointing and whispering, while those standing a bit farther away couldn’t help bursting into loud laughter.

The fatty did feel that something was off.

But he couldn’t put his finger on what it was.

It wasn’t until he stepped out of the shop that a roar of laughter exploded inside.

Even those sales staff couldn’t help laughing into their hands, and the purchasing clerks started chatting in little groups:

"Hey, whose idiot son is that, to pull a stunt like this?"

"Right? This thing is clearly for washing up and washing your face, and he actually eats it—hahaha, I’m dying here."

"I-I mean, to be fair, it’s kind of understandable. When I first got here and saw this thing, I thought it was food too. Who’d have thought it was something you use, not eat? They made a usable thing smell this good, you can’t entirely blame the fatty."

"Exactly, exactly, we really shouldn’t be laughing at him—hahaha—nope, can’t do it, I’m dying, I’m dying; pretend I didn’t say anything just now."

"Harsh? Come on, can you guys not be like this? We’re all civilized people, how could we make fun of others? And the fatty didn’t actually do anything wrong—you didn’t see him chewing that stuff just now, the way he blew those bubbles was something else—hahahaha, nope, still can’t, I’m going to die laughing."

In short, all kinds of comments kept popping up, but no matter how they phrased it, it all ended with everyone laughing their heads off.

This whole episode was just a little side gag; in the blink of an eye it was over, and the soap stocked in the shop had been completely snapped up.

That very evening, Xiao Zihan brought the account book over to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi, curious, put down the brush in his hand and then smiled as he looked at the stack of documents in Xiao Zihan’s arms.

"Hehe, well? Did today’s sales break ten thousand taels?"

As soon as he said this, Xiao Zihan just smiled and shook his head, and didn’t hand over the folder in his hand.

Instead, he grinned at Lin Yi and said:

"Think bigger. Open up your horizons a bit."

Hearing that, Lin Yi was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected that in just a few days they’d already hit such numbers—apparently over ten thousand taels.

And judging from what Xiao Zihan said, it was obviously much more than ten thousand, which Lin Yi truly hadn’t anticipated. After all, everything in business is about slow, steady growth.

Even good wine fears a deep alley; this kind of product needed an adaptation period. At the very least, after one cycle the customer flow would double.

Then in the next cycle, it would keep doubling.

All in all, to break ten thousand taels in sales, he figured they’d need at least half a month or more.

But here with Xiao Zihan, that timeframe had been slashed several times over.

This really was something Lin Yi hadn’t seen coming.

But after thinking it over, he relaxed.

Who was Xiao Zihan?

Back in the later era, she was the one holding all the financial power of the entire Zaonuclear Group.

So it was perfectly normal for her to have a few tricks up her sleeve when it came to doing business.

With that thought, Lin Yi smiled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said:

"If you’re telling me to think bigger, then we’re talking at least starting from fifty thousand taels, right?"

Who knew that at this, Xiao Zihan just kept smiling and shook her head again.

Seeing her eyes curve like crescent moons, Lin Yi grew even more puzzled, and then, a bit incredulous, said:

"More than fifty thousand taels? Don’t tell me we broke a hundred thousand?

But how is that even possible?

This little Capital City, even if everyone bought a bar, still wouldn’t hit that level, would it?"

Hearing this, Xiao Zihan finally nodded, confirming what Lin Yi had said:

"You’re right; although there are a lot of people in the Capital City,

it’s still a finite number. Even if everyone bought a bar, the sales wouldn’t break a hundred thousand taels.

But your guess is correct—today’s single-day sales reached one hundred eleven thousand, three hundred seventy-six taels!

And these sales did not all come from people in the Capital City."

Lin Yi let out an "oh," his face full of curiosity.

He didn’t quite get what she meant—if the shop was in the Capital City, and the buyers weren’t from the Capital City, then they had to be from out of town, right?

Seeing the confusion on his face, Xiao Zihan didn’t wait for him to keep guessing and continued:

"We may have underestimated what Merchants can do these days.

On the third day after our shop opened, a group of Merchants came to us, wanting to buy in bulk and haul the goods to other cities to resell.

But back then our production capacity was limited, and we didn’t know much about them, so I didn’t release any stock to them.

It wasn’t until today that I finally agreed to ship to them—and in just this one day, the deposits alone added up to this much money."

[To be continued...]