Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 10 All Glory Belongs to the Protector

In September, Umbrella Corporation acquired Isis Pharmaceuticals for £930,000 and completed the restructuring that same month.

In mid-October, the animal experiments were approved, and the Medical Safety Committee issued a clinical trial permit.

Meanwhile, the standardized industrial production line for Yunnan Baiyao was completed in Yunduan, and the first batch of one hundred bottles of Baiyao were successfully filled during trial operation, verifying the efficacy of industrial production.

In late October, a temporary license was issued, allowing the drug to be marketed. Patrick immediately launched a massive GG publicity campaign in almost all major media outlets, including The Times, The Daily Telegraph, The Guardian, and the BBC.

In early November, the first batch of orders, totaling 5,000 bottles, was delivered by several trusted Trick pharmacies.

That afternoon, 2,600 bottles of medicine were produced.

Meanwhile, raw materials ran out.

Inside the New Isis Pharmaceuticals factory, Patrick frowned as he looked at the dozens of boxes of Cloud Medicine in front of him.

"Do we have enough raw materials for this many medicines?" he asked incredulously.

Murphy was also somewhat embarrassed. He had already bought out all the white fresh produce in Diagon Alley and even went there twice more to replenish the raw materials, but he still greatly underestimated the huge gap in productivity between industrialized production and handmade workshops.

The materials he had gathered, enough to supply Diagon Alley for one or two months, were used up in just two hours at the pharmaceutical factory, before the machines were even running at full capacity.

The wizarding world is far too insignificant compared to the Muggle world.

"Can you get more raw materials?" Patrick asked.

"Yes, but it will take time, and it may not be sustainable in the short term."

Murphy wondered if he should consider searching other countries and wizarding communities.

"So the raw materials are so rare, no wonder the potion is so potent, I've never seen anything like it before."

Patrick, on the other hand, took it all in stride and even felt somewhat at ease.

If it weren't for this, he really wouldn't understand why this medicine wasn't discovered by anyone else, but instead came from the hands of a teenager who hadn't received professional pharmaceutical training—how could so many pharmaceutical researchers around the world bear this?

"We need to figure out a way to solve the raw material problem, but right now the priority is to fulfill the orders."

Patrick pondered for a moment, then said, "Add water."

Murphy was somewhat surprised. "You can do that?"

Patrick nodded. "Let's do it! Each bottle of Yunnan Baiyao is 30 milliliters now, but for treating ordinary minor wounds, one or two drops are enough. 30 milliliters is too wasteful."

As he spoke, his mind began to clear. "In fact, we have to dilute it with water. An ordinary family doesn't have that many external injuries. If one bottle of white medicine is enough for several years, how will we sell our medicine?"

"No, diluting it with water won't be enough. Yunnan Baiyao is too potent; it almost doesn't require continuous use. So let's make it into disposable drops, sprays, or bandages, and sell it by the 'drop'!"

Murphy thought for a moment and said, "That makes sense, but you already agreed on the price with them, right? Our prices aren't cheap to begin with, will we still be able to sell it if we reduce the dosage?"

As for whether this kind of unethical business practice of reducing quantity without reducing price is unethical, Murphy doesn't think so; his main concern is sales volume.

"The order only listed the dosage, so they don't know the proportions of the ingredients anyway. This batch of medicine will be bottled, with each bottle enough for one or two treatments, and some single-use medicine will be given as a bonus."

Patrick's thoughts became clearer as he spoke, "Have the pharmacist test it, reserving 0.2 or 0.3 ml of the original solution in each bottle, and diluting the rest with water or alcohol, to see the effect."

"These raw materials must be very expensive, right?" Patrick asked.

Murphy calculated that he had spent over £100,000 on gold, which he converted into Galleons, with two-thirds of it used to buy white cinnabar.

Therefore, the cost of these white peony seeds is close to £90,000.

However, only a little over two thousand bottles of medicine were produced.

On average, the raw material cost for each bottle of medicine is around 35 pounds.

That is, the cost is about £1.2 per milliliter.

Using currently expensive medicines as a reference, they priced a bottle of Cloud Medicine at only £15.

Previously, Murphy had no idea how many potions his materials could produce. Now that he calculates it, if he sells them according to the original amount, he will definitely lose a lot of money.

However, if we follow Patrick's method, each bottle of medicine contains only 0.2 to 0.3 milliliters of the original solution.

The cost per bottle dropped to below £0.4, and even with a price as low as the most competitive £5, he still had a profit margin of more than ten times.

Cleverly enough, this dosage is also more than sufficient.

Even for treating more severe wounds, only two to three drops of Dictamnus dasycarpus essence are needed.

One drop of medicine is approximately 0.05 milliliters.

0.2-0.3 ml of the undiluted solution, approximately 4 to 6 drops, is enough to treat two severe injuries. In terms of efficacy, it is more than sufficient to meet the needs of an average family.

He gave Patrick a rough description of the costs, then couldn't help but pat Patrick on the shoulder, "Patrick, you're a fucking genius!"

The two then discussed for a while the uses, positioning, and prices of various disposable products.

"All single-use products must be individually packaged and presented attractively; the best contents need the best appearance to gain approval."

"Finally, and most importantly, our logo must be printed in the appropriate place on every product. Boss, the red and white umbrella-shaped logo you drew before is very recognizable and will definitely leave a deep impression on people."

That's obvious, isn't it?

The hordes of billions of zombies in the post-apocalyptic wasteland will show you what the oppressive feeling of the Umbrella Corporation is like.

Murphy was already starting to worry about the Umbrella Corporation logo being everywhere in the future.

Merlin's balls were practically trembling with fear!

In short, I will never touch virus research again!

However, Murphy was very supportive of the proposal. Steve Jobs' aesthetics had already created a trend in the business world, and Patrick was clearly a fan of Jobs.

And he does indeed possess many traits similar to his idol.

After some discussion, Murphy no longer had any doubts about whether Cloud Medicine could be accepted by the Muggle market.

He took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Patrick. "I was thinking of giving it to you yesterday. It's 5% of the shares. Don't think it's too little. People can't even buy it for five million pounds."

But in Murphy's case, Patrick's role was actually far more useful than Jim's five million pounds.

Patrick took the share certificate with a calm expression.

"What, you don't think it's enough?"

Patrick shook his head. "I just did a quick mental calculation. Conservatively estimating a profit margin of 15, this order alone could net us over £70,000. And this shipment volume is less than one-thousandth of London's demand, and less than one ten-thousandth of the entire UK. But given the effectiveness of this medicine, it's bound to become a global phenomenon."

"That 5% will be worth hundreds of millions within a year, and it will continue to rise. How could I not think it's enough?"

"However, compared to the glory of bringing such a product to the world with one's own hands, hundreds of millions of pounds seem to be nothing."

Murphy was somewhat surprised. "I didn't expect you to be an idealist."

However, this was not particularly surprising. If Patrick hadn't had a bit of idealism, he wouldn't have been recruited by a greenhorn like himself.

"Haha, I think we'll be remembered in history!" Patrick's eyes gleamed.

Murphy suddenly found this middle-aged bald man somewhat endearing.

He smiled and said, "Since what you want is honor, and money means nothing to you, then give me back the shares."

Patrick's face stiffened, and he quickly pulled the share certificates back.

"I misspoke earlier. All the honors belong to the protection umbrella, to you, boss. I just hitched a ride. What honors? That's nonsense."

Honors are honors, but we still need to eat.

Murphy chuckled. "Don't worry, no one can take that 5% away from you. Besides, in the future, we probably won't only have Yunnan Baiyao as a product. You're probably underestimating the value of this equity."

Patrick suddenly remembered the notebook he had taken out when he explained the experimental steps of the white medicine to Murphy.

Baiyao was just a page that Murphy casually tore out of that notebook.

Perhaps Murphy has one or two other drugs of similar quality to Yunnan Baiyao? Or maybe three or four? Or even more?

"Phew." Patrick finally managed to suppress the wild thoughts in his mind.

He carefully placed the receipt into his backpack, thinking that he would frame it later.

"Thank you for your generosity." This time, Patrick's expression was much more serious.

Murphy smiled. "All the glory goes to the umbrella of protection."

Patrick stared at Murphy with an unsettling gaze. "All glory to the boss!"

(End of this chapter)