Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

In Central London, in a cafe under an apartment on Knights Street.

"jingle."

There was a clear ringing of the doorbell, and David Stick immediately looked up and saw the man he was longing for walking into the store.

Murphy wore a slightly more formal overcoat, which was appropriate in the cold weather in London, but the style seemed a bit out of date.

The two exchanged names, and after sitting down, Murphy took out a small bottle from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"This is the medicine you saw yesterday. It's called Bai... cough, just call it Baiyao. You also saw its effects yesterday. What do you think?"

"Amazing! Incredible! Just magic!"

David obviously doesn't have much negotiating experience.

In fact, this was a restrained statement on his part.

Not to mention seeing it before, he had never thought that there would be such an exaggerated effect of treatment drugs.

Being able to stop bleeding and heal the wound in just a few seconds, he couldn't imagine how it could be done.

Unless...it's a scam.

"If possible, I would like to..."

Murphy pushed the small bottle over, "Please."

David took a few deep breaths, then took out a razor blade from his pocket and slashed his arm.

Then he poured in the white essence while inhaling hissingly.

Within a few seconds, the wound disappeared.

When he looked over again, his arm was no longer bleeding, and after he wiped away the previous blood drops, he found that the wound had healed.

Even knowing that might be the case.

But after experiencing it personally, David still opened his eyes.

Incredible!

What a miracle!

magic!

Except for a faint red mark on the healed area, it was almost impossible to tell that he had been injured. If the blood stains were not still there, he would have thought that the pain just now was his hallucination.

"How is this done? Human cells cannot divide so fast..."

After all, he was forced by his father to complete his bachelor's degree in pharmacy, and he still knew basic physiological knowledge.

Murphy smiled and didn't answer.

"Did you develop this drug yourself? Is it patented? Have you published a paper? Is it a biochemical preparation or a herbal formula?"

Murphy shook his head, "I developed this medicine myself, but I can't give you the formula. Since you have seen its effects, you should naturally understand its value. I will not sell the formula to anyone. I will I’m here to talk about cooperation with you.”

David then calmed down.

Indeed, if you develop such a drug yourself, it is absolutely impossible to sell it. This is a great invention that can last a lifetime, or even several lifetimes.

“How do you want to collaborate?”

"It's very simple. We jointly develop this drug. You provide the money and I provide the technology. Within a year, I will double your investment."

David was stunned, "Loan? This is not possible! I want to buy shares!"

Such a powerful drug, but only seeking to double the profit, this is so stupid!

Murphy was not surprised, "How much can you invest?"

"Ten million!" David said immediately, then hesitated, "At least five million!"

Finally, I thought about it and said, "At least two million is no problem."

He is just a second-generation rich man. He really has no idea how much his wealthy father is willing to invest.

Ten million is a stud, five million is a big gamble, but two million is indeed just a conventional investment scale. When he thinks about it, for such an explosive project, it is definitely not a big problem to convince his father to use two million to try the water.

"Two million, how many shares do you want?"

"60%!" David blurted out.

"Heh." Murphy just laughed.

"half?"

Murphy shook his head.

"30%! No less!"

Murphy stood up and said, "Ten million pounds, I will give you 10%. This is the upper limit. If you can only spend two million, it will be 2%." Murphy capped the bottle of white fresh essence, Passing it into David's hands, "Take this word with it to your father."

Since the other party has no decision-making power, he can just set his own conditions. There is no need for him to continue wasting time here.

"You have one day to make a decision. If you can accept it, make the call."

After speaking, Murphy put a card with his phone number on the table and left the coffee shop.

That night, he received a call from Jim Stick in the Muggle hotel room he rented.

"I can give you five million pounds, but I want at least 15% of the shares."

"Sorry, it's impossible." Murphy hung up the phone immediately.

After a while, the phone call came again, "Five million, 10%, this is my bottom line."

Murphy smiled, "Sorry, your bottom line means nothing to me."

There are so many pharmaceutical companies in the UK. If you don’t want to play, there are plenty of people who do.

After a while, a man in a suit knocked on Murphy's door and handed him a Big Brother.

Murphy, who has been living in the wizarding world, has almost forgotten about mobile phones.

At this time, I couldn't help but be a little stunned when I saw this big brother who was full of retro style.

It's 1987.

The Cityman produced by Nokia has just been launched and is basically the world's first truly portable mobile phone.

This thing is so ridiculously expensive that only the real rich can afford it.

Murphy answered the phone and heard the other person say: "Give me 8%, and I can give you a pharmaceutical factory directly, and you can produce your drugs immediately."

Murphy's heart moved, "Deal."

"Very well, my car is waiting for you outside. Come to my villa. We have many details to discuss."

A Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit was parked in front of the hotel, and the driver opened the door for him.

Murphy didn't hesitate. This matter couldn't be explained clearly in one or two sentences. He really needed to meet the other party.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in an empty factory building.

Murphy got out of the car and saw a chair and a small wooden table in the middle of the empty factory. A middle-aged man with blond hair and a thick back was sitting on the chair, smoking a pipe. On both sides stood a man wearing a black suit and a belt. Bodyguard in sunglasses.

Murphy frowned, "This doesn't look like a villa."

Jim Stick grinned, "Indeed not."

He pointed casually with his right hand holding the pipe, "This is the factory I gave you. But it has closed down."

"you mean?"

Jim Stick took out a check and put it on the table.

"This is a check for two million pounds, enough for you to have enough food and clothing for a lifetime. Take it and give me the formula. Or..."

Following his words, two more strong men walked in from the door and closed the door.

Murphy was speechless, "You threaten me?"

Jim blew out a big smoke ring and said, "I'm a serious businessman. Normally I wouldn't do such a thing. So I hope you can take the check."

Jim said, and took another deep breath, letting the strong and spicy smoke roll around in his lungs for a few times before exhaling a long breath.

"It's so damn exciting!" Jim stood up and talked. "People always have one or two desires that they can't control, right? Just like tobacco or pounds, money is a stimulant to me. , always makes me excited.”

"So, I was forced to have no choice. I couldn't defeat my desire."

Murphy looked at Jim's self-centered speech and still felt it was a bit funny, "What if I don't agree?"

"Don't be ignorant, boy, I don't want to make things too ugly."

"I investigated you and found that you are nothing. You don't even have a household registration. Maybe you are just a thief from a third world."

"Guess what will happen if I kill you here?"

Jim spread his hands and said, "The answer is nothing will happen!"

"No one knows who you are, and no one cares why you died here. The smart people at New Scotland Yard won't cause trouble for themselves. You will just become another dead case buried in their archives. .”

"Maybe you think it's unfair that I robbed you, but this is a world of the jungle, isn't it? The weak are born to be robbed by the strong. Be more liberal, kid, at least I paid."

Murphy watched speechlessly as Jim walked around in front of him as if he still made money.

"The weak will eat the strong...okay..."

Regarding this gangster logic, Murphy feels...

It makes so damn sense.

So he drew his wand.