Jia Lan smiled and shook the purse in his hand at the girl: "My dear lady, your "investment" this time will definitely make you feel that it is worth it!" Then, he handed the purse to the more cheerful and bold Jia Si Li: "Go buy some spice jars!" Jia Lan glanced at the jar of ointment and ordered: "About 200 will be enough, but if it sells well, we can buy more tomorrow to make it." "Okay, teacher." Jia Si Li happily took the purse and ran out quickly. This was the most money she had ever received in her life, which made her very excited. Jia Si Li came back soon because the pottery shop was not far away. She also brought two shop assistants, who helped carry two large baskets of spice jars filled with hay. "Teacher, the dwarf boss of the pottery shop, Old Justin, said that there are only so many left in the shop." Garsley returned the purse to Jia Lan, "But if we need more, he can help us order from the pottery workshop. If the quantity is large, the price can be more favorable!" She pointed to two large baskets of spice jars: "There are 236 here. Old Justin only charged me 80％ of the money, a total of four gold talans. He said that if you order more than 500 at a time, you can only charge 70％; if you order more than 1,000, you can only charge 60％." Jia Lan carefully checked the spice jars and nodded with satisfaction. He gave each of the two guys a silver jimm as a tip, and then said to them: "Go back and tell your boss that I need a lot of pottery jars, not only this time, but also more than 1,000. So, I will only give him 50％ of the price. If he wants to take this order, he has to change to white pottery next time, and the pottery jars must be made more delicate!" After that, he waved his hand, conjured up a feather pen and a piece of paper, and quickly drew a design of a jar. The jar is beautifully shaped, with the emblem of "Book Ryan" printed on the front, which is an abstract, open book, and "Violet Cream" written below the book. The quality level, usage and effect are marked on the back.

This feather pen that appeared out of thin air is actually a small spell that can conjure some paper and a feather pen without ink. This is a trick that scholars can do.

But the two guys were frightened by this spell. After Jia Lan handed the pattern to them respectfully, they carefully put it away.

Jia Lan gave them four more silver jims: "If you are willing to help, this is your reward."

"I believe that Boss Justin will not blame you for taking on some small jobs when he sees the long-term large order."

The two guys hesitated for a moment, Jia Lan noticed it, smiled, and took out five gold talans to one of them: "This is the deposit for the first batch of one thousand spice jars. I will pay the other half after the arrival. I may need other styles of pottery jars in the future, and I will give you the pattern then. Now you send someone back to give the deposit to Boss Justin, and then come back to help me."

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The two guys were very happy. One of them ran away with the pattern and deposit, and the other stayed to follow his instructions.

Looking at the time, it was already late, and the night market of the magic market was about to start. If they acted quickly, they could still finish everything before dinner.

Jia Si Li was responsible for applying the ointment into the spice jar, and her sister An Liya was responsible for covering the lid, wiping it clean and placing it in front of Jia Lan.

Jia Lan's job is to use the secret seal to mark the spice jars with his own mark, which is the design on the pattern he just gave to the clerk. Well, Jia Lan thinks the word "trademark" is very appropriate, that is, a unique business mark!

Alan is responsible for carefully putting the marked "violet ointment" into the bamboo basket, arranging it layer by layer, and then covering it with hay. They moved quickly, and when the clerk who went back to report the news came back, more than 200 jars of ointment had been packed.

After sorting it out, Jia Lan asked two clerks to carry the bamboo baskets, and took them and the three excited girls to the magic market where the lights were already on.

The magic market is now much more lively than in the morning, and it is crowded inside and outside.

The magic market not only sells magic items and materials, but is also favored because most people in this city do not have magical talents. Moreover, because there is a magic market as a gimmick, the flow of people and the liveliness here are far more than other markets in Kelan City.

Perhaps because most of the magicians at Komag University are night owls, this city built around Komag University only really becomes lively at dusk.

This atmosphere makes Jia Lan feel very familiar and intimate. He felt tired because of preparing potions, but here, the fatigue dissipated a lot. Because in his time, the market near the Kolanburg Library was also like this. He still remembered that sometimes he went out at night to buy supper for the teachers working in the laboratory.

The market manager on the roadside has begun to hang lights on the lampposts. Unlike the morning market, the vendors at the night market have to pay an additional "lighting fee" of five copper dandings.

The stalls under or near the lampposts are the most popular. The shrewd market tax officials will charge these stalls an additional stall fee of one silver jimm.

The so-called "stall" is actually just a three-foot square ground, spread with a piece of tattered linen or animal skin, and put the goods on it, and it becomes a small stall.