The Devil Comes to America

Chapter 74: What's the Difference

Dak didn't care that the fat white man was still lying on the ground.

He walked quickly to Xiu Nuo's side, his eyes full of earnestness: "Please forgive my previous intrusion! No, please punish me for my previous ignorance! I am willing to repent, I am willing to recite your name every night, I only ask you to give me a chance to atone for my sins!"

Jonas was watching from behind, stunned.

Otherwise, your Basel family would be able to clear itself, but I feel ashamed of myself for being so shameless.

Thinking that he had only sworn allegiance, this former drug lord who was still thinking about how to escape control just a few seconds ago, now began to ask for punishment from the "Lord".

Lick it! Who can lick you better than me?

Xiu Nuo walked over to take a look at the condition of the fat white man. It seemed that he had undergone a complete transformation.

"Let someone check on his condition first." Xiu Nuo was a little confused. He had never seen anyone have such a big reaction when taking the body-shaping pill to shape the body. Aren't they all happy watching their bodies become perfect?

Moreover, the shaping pill is only useless to cultivators with higher levels of cultivation. For mortals, they can be molded however they want.

I never said that taking a body-shaping pill would cost him half his life.

It’s because this fat white guy has a lot of meat, otherwise, those in poor health would have died from the torture just now.

Is it because I replaced some parts that require spiritual energy with demonic energy?

Forget it, there’s no point in studying this crappy elixir so thoroughly, as long as it doesn’t kill people, that’s enough.

The first experimental subject was carried out of the medical room, and Dak took Xiuno and Jonas back to his office like a doorman.

Before he had rested for long, someone came in with a preliminary report and handed it to Dak.

Dak looked at it and handed it to Xiunuo, then said, "Tell us, how is he?"

"From the current situation, it seems that he is in a coma caused by long-term malnutrition. We are giving him a nutrient solution, and follow-up physical examinations will take time."

Xiunuo looked at the report in his hand and to be honest, he found it a bit difficult to understand.

I seem to know the words, but I also seem not to know them.

But Dak was more direct: "Will he die?"

"For now, the situation is stable and there are no signs of death."

"That's enough, you can go out." Dak said, looking at Xiunuo with burning eyes again.

Before he could speak, Xiu Nuo said, "The drug seems to be a bit too potent. Try to dilute it."

Dak was a little confused: "Dilution? Do I need any method? Or a machine?"

Xiu Nuo looked at the coffee on the table and said, "It's not that troublesome. Just put it in and rinse it. The medicinal power has already been integrated into the pill. Or you can eat less."

"So simple?"

“Does it need to be difficult?”

Dak looked at the pill in his hand and felt that this method was not worthy of its value. This feeling made him feel like a Chihuahua raised by the English royal family lying on the ground eating shit. At first glance, it seemed wrong, but after thinking about it carefully, there was nothing wrong.

After thinking about it, Dak could only nod slightly, and then asked in confusion: "So, for this pill, should we go for the high-end route or market it?"

Xiunuo looked at Dak: "What do you think?"

"High-end." Dak said without hesitation: "Million-dollar pills are always the drugs that biopharmaceutical companies want to make famous."

Jonas said, "If I remember correctly, those prices are for targeted drugs. Dak, this is just a weight loss product. Would those guys who can spend millions on drugs be interested in losing weight?"

"No, I mean, do they need to lose weight? They are so poor that they only have time and money. When others are working, they may be working out with a personal trainer. When others are still worrying about whether to have a burger or a sandwich for lunch, their nutritionists have already prepared meals and delivered them to them. Keeping in shape is a part of their lives, just as we need to work to make money!"

At this point, Jonas looked at Xiunuo and said, "Boss, this is the consequence of family inheritance. Although Mr. Bazel helped the Bazel family complete the transformation from black to white, he seems to have forgotten his former street life. That's right, he never had a street life since he was born, because the people on the street are his customers."

Dak immediately retorted in dissatisfaction: "Shut up Jonas, I said I want to go the high-end route because I know the streets too well."

"Then may I ask Mr. Bazel, what is the difference between selling diet pills to the rich and selling lithography machines to the homeless?"

"At least, this thing is really effective. We still have ten of them. If there are ten, there will always be someone among a thousand rich people willing to pay a high price for them. However, ten million street boys can't gather that much money to buy this thing. Unless the boss can make medicine day and night like those machines."

Xiunuo's eyes fell on Dak. Hey, you capitalists are really brave!
This is the difference between Dak and Jonas. Jonas is still a long way from capital, so he doesn't even dare to think about "taking advantage" of Xiunuo.

But Dak dared, not only did he dare, he also said it out loud. Xiunuo is not God, but he believes that even if God came, he would probably be plotted against.

Xiunuo patted the table and said, "I heard Jonas say before that the obesity rate in America is over 40%, and nearly 80 million people are our customers."

"There are so many weight loss products that people don't want to believe them anymore." Dak said helplessly, "Even if they are really useful, there may not be anyone who will buy them."

"I'm just here to confirm the current route. You guys figure out the rest."

Jonas held his chin on the side and asked, "Boss, will this thing still work after it's crushed?"

"Of course, the process may be slower. You need to experiment on your own."

"Then we can just add it as an ingredient to existing products." Jonas looked at Dak. "What do you think? I remember that Digestive Tablets are one of the few products on the shelves of Dark Gold Biology, right?"

"Yes, otherwise you wouldn't have come to my office today. But now that you mention it, I have an idea. We can sell it in courses. The biggest difference between our product and those fake weight loss pills is that this thing can really help you lose weight. How about one month?"

At this point, Dak shook his head and said, "No, it's too difficult to get those idiots to take the medicine for a month. They might completely forget about losing weight because of a patty, so we have to add some addictive ingredients. Oh, and the guy just now looked painful, it would be best if this medicine had some analgesic effect. Hiss."

The more Dak spoke, the more he felt something was wrong: "Why do I feel like I've seen this thing somewhere before?"

Jonas' face darkened as he listened to this: "God! Have you never seen Mr. Bazel? What's the difference between this and drugs!"

"There is still a difference." Dak said immediately: "Drugs are illegal."

"Huh? What do you mean? You think this thing you made is not illegal?"

"We can put it on prescription. Once it becomes a prescription drug, it won't be illegal. By then, bribing doctors to prescribe the drug will save a lot of money than advertising."

Jonas opened his mouth when he was about to refute, then looked at Xiunuo: "Boss, what he said makes sense, it seems that this is indeed possible."

(End of this chapter)