Chapter 23

Murphy frowned; he knew nothing about business warfare, but he also felt this move was truly insidious.

"How about this, it's not like we can't take a step back," Murphy said, "I can give up within 20% of the shares, not go public, just give up the shares, they cannot participate in company management and decision-making, but can share the profits brought by Cloud White Medicine in the future, however, these shares must be exchanged for their research institutions."

"In the several versions of the research institute construction plans you gave me before, didn't Wellcome and the others have a few good research institutes that were prepared to be cut because of poor profitability? Give me those research institutes, and I will give them the shares."

"This... those research institutes are indeed good, but in terms of the future profitability of Cloud White Medicine, exchanging shares for these few research institutes will be a big loss."

"Accounts aren't calculated like that," Murphy really didn't care much about this, "Money that hasn't been earned in the future is actually just a blank check, exchanging for a few research institutes we need without spending a penny, isn't it very cost-effective?"

Moreover, in the future, the places where he makes money won't just be one Cloud White Medicine.

"Okay, I'll go talk to them again," Patrick agreed, "Also, there is good news, the clinical trial approval in the United States has entered the final stage, we used some donation offensives and should pass soon."

"Good!" Murphy said happily, "Oh, by the way, I also have good news to share with you."

As he spoke, he took out the Beauty Potion and placed it on the table.

"What is this?"

"Something that can make people beautiful, pour out a little and try it on your face."

The main use of the Beauty Potion is actually oral, but external application also has effects, but it will only take effect on the applied area.

And this point is exactly what Murphy values.

If one bottle of potion could make people beautiful as a whole, then why do we need those masks, eye creams, conditioners, essential oils, leg creams, etc.?

And without dividing into so many categories, how could he cut leeks?

Patrick took the potion suspiciously, dripped two drops on his hand, applied it on his face, and a moment later, only felt a slight tightness and itching on his face, but soon, this feeling disappeared.

He was somewhat confused and looked at Murphy, "Next?"

"Look in the mirror yourself."

There was no mirror in Patrick's office; he looked in the glass cabinet door, first confused, then full of shock.

Who the hell is this handsome young man who seems to have become twenty years younger?!

Fortunately, the bald head was still that bald head, which made him recognize himself.

And looking closely, between the brows, it indeed seemed to be his appearance, but the proportions of the facial features had been finely modified, the general outline was still the same, but it was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

More importantly, this firm and moist skin, which felt elastic and smooth to the touch, was skin he didn't even have when he was young!

Patrick couldn't help it and immediately called his assistant to bring a mirror.

The female assistant looked at Patrick's appearance, her chin almost dropped in shock, and she moved one step at a time, very reluctant to leave.

She really wanted to know if her manager had gone for plastic surgery; if so, please be sure to tell her which hospital it was, she would go bankrupt to have it done once.

After examining himself for a long time, Patrick couldn't bear to look away, intoxicated by his own beauty and unable to extricate himself.

Like women, most men are actually fond of beauty, but society is relatively loose on men in terms of appearance, and without pressure, everyone is too lazy to fiddle with it.

"That's enough, Patrick, you can go home and look at yourself slowly later."

Patrick finally threw the mirror aside, "It's terrible, this thing, it's simply a devil!"

"Don't know if it's a devil or not, do you think this thing can make money?"

"Yes! It can!" Patrick became excited, "Is it possible to mass-produce this thing?"

Murphy told Patrick his thoughts, including his ideas for various beauty products such as masks and creams, and finally said: "At present, the output of this essence is not high, but like the original White Medicine liquid, its effect is also overflowing, and we can also mix in other ingredients to increase the shipment volume."

"What is it called?"

"Just call it Beauty Essence."

"What is the current output?"

Murphy calculated; Alex could brew four or five pots of Beauty Potion on average every day, one pot calculated at about two liters, which was about eight to ten liters of essence; if he worked hard, a stable output of ten liters should be no problem.

"About ten liters a day," Murphy said.

Patrick did some mental math; what he applied on his hand just now was probably only two or three drops, about 0.1 milliliters.

The actual effect was actually overflowing.

The change produced was too great, which might instead cause not-so-good effects, so it was better to continue diluting.

Assuming it could still achieve good results after diluting about five times, then the essence required for each mask would be about 0.02 milliliters.

Ten liters of essence could manufacture 500,000 masks; in terms of daily shipment, it was already completely enough.

And according to the current selling price of masks, a mid-to-high-end mask averages 5 to 10 pounds, which was millions of pounds in revenue.

"It's possible! It should be enough for now!" Patrick became excited, "If we can launch this kind of mask, perhaps the predicament of White Medicine won't be a problem, we can even use the funds from the masks to support until the clinical trials are over!"

Murphy nodded, "If you also think it's feasible, then do it, buy a cosmeceutical factory or something, and make the product as soon as possible."

On the other side.

Malfoy Manor.

Lucius had finished lunch, and the house-elf brought a short wizard to him.

"How is it?" Lucius asked.

"Paped was scared out of his wits and didn't dare to go again, but we still found that barn, but it had already been burned to the ground, nothing was left, and we searched for a long time without any clues."

"What, you still have nothing?!" Lucius was a bit angry.

Paped, whom he sent to "talk business" with that troublemaker a few days ago, was beaten into a shape that was not human, and, knowing who he was, he still dared to insult him.

This was truly too arrogant!

Lucius felt it was necessary to make that ignorant kid pay the price.

However, the people he sent out afterwards were like headless flies, busy for many days without any gains.

The name Paped got from that Alex Wood was fake; there was no such person as Peter Parker in the British wizarding world!

And that guy also used a fake name when renting the Muggle barn.

The clues ended here.

"Listen to me first, master. We can't count on the barn side, so we went to investigate that Alex Wood; he has already hidden, but we asked his former boss Slughorn, and Slughorn provided an interesting line of thought."

(End of chapter)