"Yes, that makes sense." Hall Master Zheng smiled faintly and stroked his beard.
"Master, that's not all. Junior Brother Zhang also came up with some kind of tea grading system..."
He then mentioned another newly learned term: product grading.
Standardization.
Chen Tong still didn't fully understand. Business was business. Someone pays, you give them the goods.
'What's all this about grading?'
'What standards? What free samples?'
'Why does it have to be so complicated? He didn't understand any of it. It seemed he really wasn't cut out for business.'
"Hah, it seems Fang Hu really has taken on a fine disciple. I've made my decision. From now on, the Martial Arts Hall will give that boy, Fang Yue, an extra portion of Secret Medicine every month until he achieves Great Success in Marrow Transformation."
Hall Master Zheng took a deep breath. He had weathered many storms in his time.
His perspective on matters was far more profound than Chen Tong's.
