"I didn't expect that Teacher White would make such a big mistake." Pinkman said with a joke as he watched Walter drive away.

"Why are you still standing stupidly? Come and help." Frank said.

"Ah? What else are you doing?" Pinkmann had a certificate.

"Check all of these to see if there is anything on it, such as this one, with a label on it..." Frank said, picking up a large beaker and pointing to the notes posted on the beaker.

These equipment were all taken out of the school’s warehouse, and each one was labeled.

However, many equipment piles have been eating dust in the warehouse for a long time. After all, they are just ordinary public high schools, so what high-end experiments can be done?

You know, many of the equipment here are rare for Walter.

The school leaders may have bought these useless things to promote the complete facilities of the school. Just like the computer rooms and chemistry laboratories in many primary and secondary schools in China, they are basically not used very much, or they are not used at all, but they must be included.

No one has ever used these devices. They eat dust in the warehouse. Some labels have fallen off naturally, but some instruments have labels on them. Frank can still vaguely see the words "j.p. White Chemistry Laboratory".

This is not obvious, tell others whether these instruments are from Walter's lab.

If they were found out while making medicine, they all ran away, but the on-board pharmaceutical room was detained and the police officer saw the label on the instrument, Walter would enter the police officer's sight, and it would be cold at that time.

Together, Frank and Pinkman carefully checked all the remaining instruments.

That night, Pinkman left with some ice crystals, but never came back all night and kept selling goods outside.

It was almost noon the next day, and Pinkman came back with his tired body.

"How is it?" Frank brought Pinkman a bottle of beer.

"It's very good. Our goods are very good. Everyone is rushing to ask for them." Although he didn't sleep all night, Pinkman was very excited.

As he said that, Pinkman took out a roll of money from his pocket and threw it on the table, all of which were a hundred-dollar bill.

"Uncle Frank, you didn't sleep last night? Your complexion looked a little bad." Pinkman took a sip of beer and said as he looked at Frank's pale face.

"I'm fine, how much is this?" Frank said, picking up the money roll on the table.

"It sold in total for two thousand six," Pinkman said.

"How much did it sell?" Frank asked.

"About an ounce." Pinkman said with some credit.

The market price of ice crystals is about 1,700 to 80000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000

"Is it only one ounce..." Frank nodded.

"If you sell one ounce in one night, it will take at least half a month," Frank calculated in his mind.

One pound is equal to sixteen ounces, and the weight of one pound is about nine taels, less than one pound.

The ice crystals made by Walter yesterday were about one pound, almost eighteen ounces.

Pinkman ran around and ran all night before selling an ounce. It took at least eighteen days to sell all the goods. This is not a time when business is bad.

"This won't work, it's too slow." Frank shook his head.

In nearly half a month, I sold all the goods and could make nearly 50,000 yuan. The speed of making money was already very fast, and Pinkman was very content.

However, for Frank and Walter, this is too slow to make money, after all, their lives are limited.

Frank is considered to be aware of the market and knows that Pinkman can sell so much in one night, so he has tried his best.

If Walter was here, he would be furious and blamed Pinkman for not selling well. Walter wanted to make a pound and sell it all that day.

"Now it's time to use your friend. This pound of ice crystals, you and your friends will take out to see how long it will take to sell them." Frank thought about it and threw the bag containing the ice crystals to Pinkman.

"Call them together..." Pinkman hesitated.

"It's not that they are asking them to join forces, but just asking them to help takeout. So much, when will you sell it alone?" Frank said.

When selling ice crystals on the street, they are all taken out for a few grams, about the size of a few pieces of nails. This large bag of ice crystals is more than a pound. Pinkman takes out for a takeout alone and has to buy it for the Year of the Monkey and Horse Month.

"Give them the commissions on the road, and you can also get more commissions, you can watch and master them yourself." Frank said.

"I get it." Pinkman nodded.

"Remember, friends are friends, business is business, and business is about making money. Don't sell the goods and get them all out by yourself. You must not let this happen." Frank reminded.

"You don't have to worry about this," Pinkman said.

"This is for you," Frank said, taking out a notebook from his pocket with a pen on it.

"What do you do for me?" Pinkman took it, opened the notebook, and found that it was empty inside and nothing was written.

"Let you remember everything you see, for example, when you bought goods yesterday, who bought more, who bought less, and who bought less, in the future, which of your friends sold the most, and your questions and doubts, etc., you can even write down all the customer's information..." Frank said.

"It's just about taking out things, so why is it so troublesome..." Pinkman took the pen and poked his head a few times with the end of the pen, feeling troublesome.

"Trouble also needs to be done." Frank said in an unrefutable tone.

Frank wanted to try it out if Pinkman could establish a sales network. They worked as their own dealers, and directly produced to distributors, without intermediaries making a difference.

If possible, anyone who wants to do wholesale wants to make money by themselves.

Of course, all this is just a try and to train Pinkman.

So, Frank told Walter that there was no need to rush to make medicine, and that he would be talking about it when there was a result.

Frank and Pinkman are busy with distribution.

On Walter's side, he went to school normally and was undergoing treatment with his family.

We also attended a conversation with cancer patients, and we shared stories about fighting cancer together and cheered each other up.

"Vomit!" But Walter often couldn't help but vomit in the toilet, which was a side effect of treatment.

Although, the doctor has already said that treatment will cause various adverse reactions.
Chapter completed!