Chapter 400

"Who's first?"

Ni Yongyao looked at Anne and the three and asked.

"I'll try first; to be honest, Ni, although I trust you very much, I've lived for decades and have never heard of this kind of thing."

Michael Corleone said.

"You will understand everything soon."

Ni Yongyao said, using the dagger to gently slice between Michael Corleone's fingers, cutting a not-so-small opening.

"Now put your hand in; such a wound will heal in a few minutes."

Ni Yongyao said.

Michael Corleone was skeptical and put his palm into the biological tissue repair fluid.

Immediately after, Michael Corleone's expression changed; he could clearly feel the changes in his own body; the flesh and blood near the wound began to itch, and at the same time, the pain became weaker and weaker.

Five minutes later.

Michael Corleone couldn't feel anything anymore; the pain disappeared, and the itching sensation gradually subsided.

"Michael, you can take it out."

Ni Yongyao signaled.

Hearing this, Michael Corleone raised his hand and then widened his eyes.

The wound between his fingers had completely healed, and no trace could be seen.

"It's actually so effective!"

Michael Corleone said in astonishment.

Anne and the White Widow had similar expressions; all three were shocked by the powerful effect of the biological tissue repair fluid.

"Mr. Ni, where did you get these repair fluids?"

Anne asked.

The effect of the repair fluid was so powerful that once it hit the market, it would inevitably be welcomed by everyone; let alone selling well in the country, selling it to any corner of the world was not a problem; it could be called a truly necessary item for everyone.

After all, no one could guarantee they wouldn't get hurt.

"Don't even think about its idea; I only have some stock in my hands and no production method."

Ni Yongyao said, sighing in his heart; these biological tissue repair fluids were the ten tons he won during a lottery draw.

Ten tons didn't look like much, but it could only barely supply his own people.

If it were really listed for sale, it wouldn't even satisfy the market in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Ni Yongyao also hoped to obtain the production method; even if there was only this one product of biological tissue repair fluid, it would be enough to support a medical empire and be enough to surpass all pharmaceutical companies.

"It's really a pity."

Anne said helplessly.

"Mr. Ni, after we each establish a Continental Hotel, can you sell us some of this repair fluid?"

The White Widow said.

Regarding this request, Ni Yongyao didn't refuse; he himself had planned this, otherwise, there would be no need to bring the few people to the healing room.

"After you successfully establish the Continental Hotel, I will give each of you five hundred kilograms."

Ni Yongyao said.

"Ni, thank you for your generosity."

Hearing this number, Michael Corleone laughed loudly.

After personally experiencing the magical effect of the biological tissue repair fluid, Michael Corleone understood the gold content of this liquid even better.

Five hundred kilograms had already exceeded Michael Corleone's expectations; originally, he thought Ni Yongyao would only let go of a few dozen kilograms.

The White Widow and Anne were also excited; if nothing else, with these biological tissue repair fluids, if they or their families were injured, they would have a more effective treatment method.

And both of them keenly noticed that after Michael Corleone's finger wound healed, no scar was left, which had an irresistible attraction for women.

After visiting the Continental Hotel, the group returned to the Ni Family Manor.

"Ni, if we completely replicate the situation here, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to build it in a short time."

Michael Corleone said in a deep voice.

In a place like New York, even if it were the Corleone family, wanting to cover the sky with one hand was impossible; there were other families to check and balance.

If they wanted to open a Continental Hotel and monopolize the New York assassin market, at least the Corleone family would have to go all out to have a chance.

Not to mention that after establishing the hotel, they had to equip it with all kinds of professional services.

"Precisely because of this, only those who successfully establish the hotel can join the High Table."

Ni Yongyao said indifferently: "Michael, you have to hurry up."

Ni Yongyao also knew that the difficulty of monopolizing the New York assassin market was absolutely hell-level.

As a super metropolis, New York was occupied by many old-fashioned families, and the Corleone family was just one of them.

And besides these families, there were countless fierce dragons crossing the river, and they could capsize in the gutter at any time.

To put it bluntly, the difficulty Michael Corleone faced far exceeded that of Anne and the White Widow.

"I will."

Michael Corleone shrugged and said.

Even if the task was arduous, Michael Corleone didn't intend to give up; he saw the benefits after establishing the Continental Hotel and the opportunity to join the High Table, which was enough for the Corleone family to bet a huge amount of chips.

"The two of you are the same."

Ni Yongyao looked at Anne and the White Widow again and said.

"Don't worry, Mr. Ni; the situation in London is much better than in New York."

Anne said.

"Moscow is originally my family's sphere of influence; establishing a hotel is not a problem."

The White Widow said.

"Very good."

Seeing that both had confidence, Ni Yongyao nodded with satisfaction.

It was Michael Corleone on the side who shook his head helplessly, feeling the pressure on his body become heavier.

"Ni, since that's the case, I won't stay long; I'll go back and prepare now."

Michael Corleone said.

"What about you two? Going to the airport with Michael?"

Ni Yongyao asked.

"I still have something I want to talk to you about."

Anne and the White Widow spoke at the same time.

After speaking, the two looked at each other, their eyes unkind.

"Young people are good; this old man will take his leave first."

Seeing this scene, Michael Corleone shook his head and left.

"Huohu, send Michael to the airport."

Ni Yongyao instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Huohu nodded, left the reception hall with Michael Corleone, then drove a luxury car and sent the latter to the Hong Kong International Airport.

In the manor.

Anne and the White Widow looked at each other, both feeling that the other was very annoying, but both were from aristocratic families, so even if they didn't like each other, they wouldn't really quarrel.

"You two have something to talk to me about? Why are you both mute?"

Ni Yongyao crossed his legs and observed Anne and the White Widow with great interest.

"Let her speak first."

Anne pointed at the White Widow and said.

However, this time, the two spoke in unison again.

"I see you two are quite tacit."

Ni Yongyao said.

"Tacit?"

Anne hummed.

The White Widow glanced at Anne, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the scenery in the courtyard outside, and remained silent.