Chapter 82: Sister, you wouldn't do anything to disgrace the family name, would you?

A good deal of troublesome matters had cropped up back home.

Especially the matter of An Yinuo's matchmaking date—it had disgusted Song Mo to no end.

The mystery of why the female lead of his previous life had changed so drastically in temperament gave Song Mo a headache, a stifling gloom lodged in his chest.

He boarded the plane bound for France.

Although this trip was for serious business.

Still, with a relaxed frame of mind, he did feel considerably lighter.

Song Wanrou had wanted to take leave and come along with Song Mo.

But she was politely refused by Song Mo.

He would settle the cooperation matters with Sheldon in France, spend a few days relaxing, and then prepare to fly to the United States to hold the Martial Dao tournament with a five-million-dollar bounty.

"Master, on this trip to France, are you planning to discuss the pharmaceutical cooperation for the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills with Young Master Sheldon?"

Ever since Bruce had taken Song Mo as his master.

The man had become considerably more reserved.

No longer fond of cracking jokes as before, Song Mo discovered to his surprise that the fellow was actually quite a traditional sort, and did very well in the ways of respecting his teacher and honoring the Dao.

He pushed aside the water Bruce handed him.

Through the airplane window, he gazed at the clouds outside.

Song Mo drew a deep breath.

He felt his heart and spirit relax.

"Not bad."

"The mechanized production equipment for the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills has already been ordered. Production will be carried out domestically, but for sales, I intend to market them worldwide."

Bruce asked, puzzled:

"Master, then how exactly are you cooperating with Sheldon?"

Song Mo gave a faint smile.

"Naturally, a win-win cooperation."

"Sheldon spends money to buy my medicine."

Song Mo had divided the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills into three grades: the premium grade with full medicinal potency, the mid-grade with thirty percent, and the low-grade with ten percent.

He set uniform prices for them.

The premium-grade Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills were priced at a hundred times the low-grade.

The mid-grade Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills were priced at ten times the low-grade.

Such pricing might seem unreasonable on the surface.

But in fact, there were deep considerations behind it.

What considerations?

Put in complicated terms, it was the distinction between luxury goods and ordinary products.

Put simply, it was robbing the rich to help the poor.

Earn less from the poor, earn more from the rich.

The rich don't care whether the medicinal effect is proportional to the price—money is just a number to them, and of course they want to use the very best.

Bruce mulled over Song Mo's words for a moment.

He understood his meaning at once.

There is in fact a floor to the pricing of medicine.

But the market is usually fluid and ever-changing.

Rarity makes a thing precious.

Take sneaker speculation—a pair of shoes with a retail price of a few hundred can be hyped up to tens of thousands.

There is a great deal of nuance in this.

Song Mo would sell the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills to Sheldon, and then Sheldon, through his own channels, would dump them on a large scale in overseas markets.

Sheldon and Song Mo controlled all the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills.

The two of them would join forces to monopolize the overseas market.

They would control the circulation of the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills, creating a situation where demand outstripped supply.

A pill costing ten thousand could even be sold for a million—that was by no means impossible.

"Sometimes producing too much actually makes less money; produce a little less, and you can make a fortune."

"Besides, the raw materials for the Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills are precious to begin with, and were never suited for mass production."

Still, Song Mo did have his principles.

The premium-grade Dragon-Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pills would have their production controlled, but the low-grade ones, since they used ordinary raw materials as substitutes, could be mass-produced without the slightest hesitation.

His principle was: earn less from the poor, earn more from the rich, without affecting the poor's ability to use the product.

Bruce felt as if the Song Mo before him were unfathomably deep.

He was clearly so young.

Yet a Piano Master, a Martial Arts Master… Song Mo seemed to carry an endless air of mystery.

He always managed, when you least expected it, to suddenly astonish your eyes.

A master like this…

Though young in age, Bruce felt a profound reverence; as one who revered martial practice, he could respect the strong all the more.

He closed his eyes to rest for a while.

In truth, he was meditating within his heart.

After Song Mo's Five Animal Frolics reached Proficient, even without accompanying movements, he could still circulate the mental method to cultivate.

Meditation could replace sleep to a certain extent; he only needed to meditate for a while, and instantly felt full of energy.

……

Arrived in France.

Song Mo had just gotten off the plane.

On his phone, he saw the message Sheldon had sent.

A high-five emoji.

Song Mo seemed to sense something, raised his head to look, and saw Sheldon rushing up.

He gave Song Mo a big bear hug.

He also secretly played a trick, wanting Song Mo to be knocked off balance by him.

Who knew Song Mo was steady as Taishan.

And casually pushed Sheldon away, lightly thumping his shoulder twice.

"Ow! Pain!"

Sheldon covered the spot on his shoulder where Song Mo had thumped him, looking at Song Mo with a very resentful gaze.

"Song Mo!"

"I came all this way in person to pick you up."

"I didn't expect you to repay kindness with ingratitude?"

Song Mo laughed heartily.

"Sheldon, I didn't use any force at all. I didn't expect it actually hurt you? You should know, in our country, this bit of force among boys doesn't count for anything."

"Look at my breezy, carefree demeanor!"

"I really didn't expect you to be as delicate as a woman."

"Sorry, that was thoughtless of me."

Sheldon reacted especially violently, like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on.

"Ha! Song Mo, I was just joking with you!"

"It doesn't actually hurt at all! Haven't you eaten? This bit of force is simply like scratching an itch."

Song Mo laughed despite himself.

Bro, I know you're stubborn with your words, but whether you're tough or not, you know it yourself.

"You, still, should play around with supermodels less."

"A person's life is only this long; wouldn't it be better to spend time on meaningful things?"

Sheldon spoke righteously.

"Song Mo, I believe what I'm doing now is a meaningful thing!"

"I use my body to sense the wonders of the world and humanity, attempting to merge with different souls."

"You actually deny my meaning?"

Song Mo said with a half-smile:

"The Dragon Tiger Bone-Strengthening Pill works well, doesn't it?"

Sheldon shamelessly said:

"It's alright, mainly because my physical constitution was already good to begin with."

He looked at Song Mo curiously.

"By the way, why does it feel like you've gotten a lot stronger? You look thin, but your strength is really great!"

In the distance, Adelin also walked over.

She reproached Sheldon.

"You said that girls of the Allen Family have always been noble, and there's no reason to personally go welcome a young man, so this is your reason for standing here chatting and laughing with Brother Song Mo, leaving me out in the cold?"

Song Mo looked at Adelin.

The other party was wearing a blue silk dress today.

A yellow hairband on her head.

Skin white as snow, large and bright eyes like pearls and gems, at this moment filled with righteous indignation.

But when her gaze fell on Song Mo, she instantly restrained the fury in her eyes, which instead completely turned into clear, limpid eyes.

"Brother Song Mo, welcome to Paris!"

"This time, I'm going to take you out to have some real fun!"

Sheldon's gaze turned wary.

"Sister, you wouldn't do anything that disgraces the Allen Family's honor, would you!"

Adelin slapped Sheldon on the head.

"You're the one truly disgracing the family honor!"

(End of this chapter)