Chapter 12: Morpheus Anon

After receiving Locke's gold coin, Locke left.

Murphy stayed in place for a while, and finally put the gold coin away.

Gringotts had already become suspicious of him, and the path of exchanging currency through Gringotts was impassable. Locke was actually Murphy's only choice at this time.

Moreover, he actually quite liked this goblin.

Much cuter than most rigid and stubborn wizards.

Carrying Galleons, he swept through several pharmacies in Diagon Alley again, and after agreeing with the shopkeepers on matters of purchasing again in the future, Murphy returned to the Darkholm old house.

After processing the herbs according to the previous example, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief.

He bought quite a few raw materials this time, and it took him quite a bit of effort just to crush and mix them all together.

However, the materials were still not enough.

And relying on himself to go to Diagon Alley to move materials time and time again was not a long-term solution.

Not to mention that it was too easy to attract attention, and just going back and forth was enough to be annoying.

"Must produce raw materials myself. Plant dittany myself."

There are few wizards, and the demand for dittany is small. Relying on the sporadic planting of two or three here and there in front of and behind wizards' houses is enough.

But this output is completely insufficient for the Muggle world.

In the final analysis, the scale of the Wizarding World is too small. Even if all the dittany in the Wizarding World is moved away, it might be difficult to meet the Muggle demand for Essence of Dittany—which is now Cloud White Potion.

"Go back and find a way to build a dittany farm."

"But before the farm is established, perhaps I should hire someone to take over these trivial tasks."

Things like purchasing raw materials and processing raw materials have no technical content, but they are very time-consuming. He is already too lazy to do it himself.

However, this person must be a wizard.

Thinking about it, a round face full of freckles popped into Murphy's mind.

It's you, the Shit-Refining Warlock!

He wrote a letter.

The content is as follows:

"Dear Alex Wood:

The potion you refined is a pile of shit!

Slug and Jiggers Apothecary is also a pile of shit!

Continuing to stay in the pile of shit opened by that pair of idiot brothers will only harm you.

Come work for me, and I will let you see the future of potions."

Signature: Peter Parker.

Then he let the owl send the letter to Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, and Murphy didn't care anymore, turning to find Patrick.

"I need you to help me get a piece of land."

Patrick was already used to Murphy's coming and going without a trace, and didn't question his whim, just asked: "What is it used for?"

"Planting medicinal herbs."

Patrick understood. "Raw materials for White Potion?"

Murphy nodded.

Patrick pondered for a while, made a few calls, came back to Murphy and said: "Scientific land use is basically wasteland and easy to apply for, but land that can be used to plant medicinal herbs must reach at least a level 3 standard, which is not easy to apply for. And considering future expansion and confidentiality, open-air land is not suitable for us."

Arable land in the UK is very tight, and the difficulty of getting land was within Murphy's expectations. However, the issue of confidentiality was something Murphy really hadn't considered.

"Do you have any thoughts?"

"Have you heard of soilless cultivation, or vertical farming?"

Murphy really hadn't thought in this direction, mainly because he had no concept of the Muggle world's technology at this time. "Can it be done now?"

Patrick nodded. "The technology is already very mature now, and it is very popular in countries with scarce arable land. Last year, the soilless cultivation area in the Netherlands reached 2,500 hectares. Technically, it's no problem."

The concept of soilless cultivation or vertical farming is not new, but the obstacle to its development is still the cost issue.

Only in areas where arable land is extremely scarce, where the cost of planting using soilless cultivation or vertical farming is smaller than traditional natural farming, or where agricultural products produced in this way have a value far higher than naturally grown crops, does this production method have value.

However, these limitations are not problems in Murphy's view.

Soilless cultivation directly freed agricultural production from land restrictions, and the influence of geographical location on it was only left with light. The range of selectable locations was much larger.

And compared to a large open-air farmland, a closed building is obviously easier to manage and can better guarantee its secrecy.

Find a remote place, circle a piece of wasteland, build a few buildings, if you don't say it, who knows what you are planting? In fact, who knows you are planting something?

And this plan has another advantage.

Compared to traditional land planting, the environmental controllability of soilless cultivation is significantly increased, which helps in the research and cultivation of plant properties.

The entire farm can be seen as a dittany research base.

This coincides with Murphy's initial idea of integrating production and research.

This model can also be promoted to other potions in the future.

"Let's do it! You draft a plan, and we will promote it as soon as possible." Murphy said. "By the way, have the second batch of orders arrived?"

"I have to report to you even if you don't ask," Patrick said, his smile a bit hard to suppress. "Cloud White Potion is on fire. Our orders are already lined up for three months!"

"So fast? The materials I got this time are only enough for 5,000 bottles of stock solution..."

"It doesn't matter," Patrick comforted. "The production capacity I disclosed to the outside world is 50,000 pieces per day. These materials of yours should be enough to support it for a while."

5,000 bottles of stock solution is about 15 liters or so, converted into various products that only need two or three drops of stock solution, it is about 1.5 million pieces.

If shipped at a speed of 50,000 pieces per day, it is enough to support for a month.

Murphy breathed a sigh of relief. "You still have a way, hunger marketing, wonderful!"

"This is also an expedient measure, the farm matter cannot be delayed, I will implement it as soon as possible."

"By the way, you just said White Potion is on fire, what do you mean?"

Patrick took a few newspapers and handed them to Murphy. "You'll know when you look."

Murphy took a look, they were all mainstream newspapers in the Muggle world: The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, Financial Times, etc.

Looking at the pages Patrick specifically folded.

"Miracle! Magical Cloud White Potion!"

"A magical medicine born out of nowhere, experts say it will change the world"

"Death's another defeat, the miraculous White Potion!"

"A divine medicine that subverts medical cognition, what kind of company is Umbrella?"

"Ace salesperson strikes again, this time, opening an era!"

"Out of stock! Appointments lined up for half a year, what is so magical about Cloud White Potion?"

"Creator of divine medicine, exclusive interview with Patrick"

Murphy scanned a few times, almost all were words of praise, and there were quite a few shocking statements published by people in the medical field, and his mood was immediately great, and his vanity was greatly satisfied.

This is right, the effect of potions is a dimensionality reduction strike for Muggles, it is normal to have such a reaction.

Like that group of wizards who were indifferent, making him feel embarrassed to appear too surprised, so as not to be treated as a bumpkin, it was simply suffocating.

"By the way, Patrick, you didn't say anything about me."

In order to avoid the further expansion of the influence of Umbrella Company in the future, attracting the attention of wizards, when registering, Murphy used a fake name, "Morpheus Anon".

All relevant information was fake. As long as Patrick didn't say it, no one could find any information about Murphy through this name.

"No, it's just that this might cause misunderstanding from the outside world, making them think that I am the actual controller of the company."

"It doesn't matter, this is exactly what I want."

With Patrick helping him attract firepower, he is happy to hide in the back and develop sneakily.

Develop low-key, accumulate food widely, and be king slowly. At least for now, it is far from the time for him to stand in front of the stage.

But he didn't know that someone had already noticed him.

In a gloomy old house that Muggles could never reach, a man with long pale blonde hair put down the letter in his hand, frowned, and after a while, said to the darkness: "Bring Slug to see me, immediately!"

Weekly push, please follow, don't raise it, it will die, really will die...

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Keep reading, don't hoard, or it will die, it will really die...

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