Just around ten million or so.

An Yi casually reassured her, "Don't worry, if your face really gets ruined, I’ll take care of you from now on!"

Lan Ruoxi froze for a moment, her eyes flickering with something akin to hope.

Beside them, Ding Renfeng let out a faint sigh.

This girl was placing herself far too low.

The surrounding students couldn’t help but glance their way.

Lan Ruoxi already had stunning looks, and now that she’d been pressured by this loser to smear some mud-like substance on her face, they were all curious about the results.

"Ready? I’m going to peel it off now," An Yi asked softly.

Lan Ruoxi stared at him intently, biting her lower lip before nodding.

An Yi leaned closer and carefully peeled off the jade-like mask formed by the Yu Yan Ye ointment. "How does it feel?"

"Very comfortable, so moist… Is my face okay?" Lan Ruoxi asked nervously.

An Yi studied her face and momentarily lost himself in thought.

Truthfully, hardly anyone’s face could be called flawless—most had at least minor imperfections.

With a bare face, as long as one’s features were decent and without major flaws, they could be called a goddess. After makeup, anyone could pass as a beauty.

But the Lan Ruoxi before him now, even without makeup, was undeniably flawless.

Her skin was like porcelain—smooth, luminous, and impossibly delicate. This natural radiance was something no cosmetic could ever replicate.

The students around them gasped, their jaws dropping in shock.

Lan Ruoxi, flustered, pulled out a compact mirror from her bag and froze the moment she saw her reflection.

"Is… is this really me?" she whispered in disbelief.

She had always been confident in her complexion, but she never imagined it could look this breathtaking!

"Boss, I want a bottle!"

"Me too! Give me three—no, four bottles!"

"Boss, I have acne scars—I’ve been so insecure because of them. Please sell me one!"

In an instant, students swarmed the stall, clamoring to get their hands on the product.

An Yi raised an eyebrow.

If he’d known, he would’ve just demonstrated it on a face from the start. Real results were better than any advertisement—his product was the real deal!

Ding Renfeng and the others watched, barely containing their laughter.

With this many buyers, this business was more profitable than robbery!

"Sorry, sorry, we’re closed for today!"

Just as An Yi was about to dive into sales mode, Lan Ruoxi mustered her courage and stepped forward, blocking the way with a timid voice.

An Yi was baffled. "Huh? Why not sell now?" he whispered.

"These are diluted versions—they cost almost nothing to make," Lan Ruoxi chided him gently.

These clueless straight guys might not understand, but as a girl, Lan Ruoxi knew exactly how revolutionary this product was.

Frankly speaking, if this hit the market, it would be an unprecedented blow to the entire skincare and beauty industry.

Five hundred yuan?

That was a joke!

For wealthy women, a single bottle would be worth at least a hundred million!

At this thought, Lan Ruoxi’s breathing grew uneven, her body trembling slightly.

Product efficacy was the ultimate selling point in beauty products.

With something this extraordinary, Lan Ruoxi saw hope.

"Come with me!" she said, grabbing An Yi’s hand.

"Hey, where are we going?" An Yi asked, confused.

She led him to a secluded alley.

"An Yi, tell me—how many bottles of Yu Yan Ye can you produce in a day?" Lan Ruoxi asked seriously.

An Yi thought for a moment, then held up one finger.

"A hundred?" Lan Ruoxi was slightly surprised—that wasn’t a small output.

"No, closer to a thousand," An Yi replied.

Lan Ruoxi’s eyes widened.

A thousand bottles…

The inability to mass-produce was An Yi’s biggest headache.

The main issue with Yu Yan Ye was the Tian Xing Grass.

Right now, he only had that one pot in his bedroom—not a single extra stalk existed.

But Tian Xing Grass grew like chives—only much faster. With proper watering, it could be harvested every two days.

And the proportion of Tian Xing Grass in the formula wasn’t high. Embracing his inner shady businessman, An Yi had already minimized its ratio as much as possible.

Even so, a thousand bottles of the genuine product was the absolute limit.

Of course, the diluted versions sold at the stall were a different story—those could be churned out endlessly. Hence the five-hundred-yuan price tag.

Lan Ruoxi frowned in thought.

A thousand bottles… If each sold for a hundred thousand, that would be a hundred million. No—maybe even higher. But at that price, only the ultra-wealthy in the entire country could afford it.

Middle-class families with a few million to their name wouldn’t recklessly spend the equivalent of a budget car on a single skincare product.

Only those with tens or hundreds of millions would be willing to invest.

So the market was smaller than she’d imagined.

But without the right connections, expanding would be another challenge.

"We have to target the broader market too," she muttered. "We can’t just focus on the rich."

And even the best product needed marketing. Many great items had faded into obscurity simply because they weren’t promoted well enough.

"Ruoxi, maybe we should go back and sell," An Yi suggested. "You saw how the students reacted—we might sell out all these bottles today."

He had no idea Lan Ruoxi could think of so much in such a short time.

Lan Ruoxi shot him a playful glare and pondered, "Can the Jade Beauty Elixir be mass-produced? I mean, the potency doesn’t need to be as strong, but the output should increase. A thousand bottles are too few."

An Yi shrugged. "Easy—just dilute it with water."

He was familiar with that!

"Or, reduce the proportion of Starvine and then dilute it with water. And like you mentioned earlier, switch all the large bottles to smaller ones. Mass production is a breeze!"

Lan Ruoxi’s face flushed with excitement as she rushed forward and hugged An Yi. "That’s amazing, An Yi! Keep it up, and we’ll definitely get rich!"

"Don’t worry about money," An Yi waved magnanimously.

Lan Ruoxi suddenly realized how impulsive she’d been, her face turning crimson. She quickly let go of him and giggled. "So… how much do you actually have?"

An Yi glanced at his system and replied modestly, "Just around ten million or so."

Lan Ruoxi: "..."

Meanwhile, in the girls’ dormitory…

Jiang Chengcheng held her phone, staring at the contact list in Tianxun.

"There’s still some time before the livestream—I can make it."

After hesitating for a long while, her face burning with shyness, she finally dialed the number.

This handsome guy—she’d met him near the school’s east gate. He was ridiculously good-looking.

Just to get his contact info, she’d even bought a jar of "mud" for 500 bucks.

"Um… h-hello? Is that you? I’m the one who bought the Jade Beauty Elixir at the school gate."

Hearing the call connect, Jiang Chengcheng’s face lit up with joy.

"Yeah. What’s up?" The voice on the other end was calm.

Jiang Chengcheng was stunned. The guy looked like a fresh-faced, boy-next-door type—how did he have such a raspy, smoky voice?

But whatever, handsome was handsome!

"So… what hobbies do you have?"

Noticing his aloofness, she took the initiative to keep the conversation going.

"Smoking cigars. Drinking Forget-Kid Milk."

The smoky voice replied matter-of-factly.

Jiang Chengcheng: "?"

What kind of bizarre combo was that?!