Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 23 New Leek Field

Murphy frowned. He knew nothing about business warfare, but he could still sense that this move was truly insidious.

"How about this, we can compromise," Murphy said. "I can give up to 20% of the shares. We won't go public; we'll just give up the shares. They can't participate in the company's operations and decision-making, but they can share in the future profits brought by Cloud Medicine. However, these shares must be exchanged for their research institutions."

"In the previous versions of the research institute construction plans you gave me, didn't Weikang and the others have several good research institutes that they were planning to close down because they weren't profitable? Give me those research institutes, and I'll give them shares."

"Those research institutes are indeed good, but given the future profitability of Yunnan Baiyao, exchanging shares for these research institutes would result in a significant loss."

"That's not how you do it," Murphy said, not really bothered by it. "Money we haven't earned yet is just an empty promise. Isn't it a great deal to get several research institutes we need without spending a penny?"

Moreover, in the future, he won't only be making money from Yunnan Baiyao.

"Okay, I'll go talk to them again." Patrick agreed. "There's also good news: the clinical trial approval in the US is in its final stage. We used some donations, so it should be approved soon."

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

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

"What is this?"

"It's something that can make you more beautiful. Pour some out and try it on your face."

Beauty potions are primarily used internally, but they can also be applied externally, though only to the areas where they are applied.

This is precisely what Murphy values.

If a single bottle of medicine can make someone beautiful overall, then why would we need face masks, eye creams, hair conditioners, essential oils, leg creams, and the like?

If he doesn't categorize them into so many types, how can he harvest the韭菜 (a metaphor for exploiting people)?

Patrick took the potion with a puzzled look, put two drops on his hand, and applied it to his face. After a moment, he felt a slight tightness and tingling on his face, but the feeling quickly disappeared.

He looked at Murphy, somewhat confused, and asked, "What's next?"

"Look at yourself in the mirror."

There was no mirror in Patrick's office, so he looked at his reflection in the glass cabinet door, first with confusion, then with shock.

Who the hell is this handsome young man who looks twenty years younger?!

Fortunately, he was still bald, which made him recognize himself.

Upon closer inspection, the eyebrows and eyes did indeed resemble her, though the proportions of her features had been meticulously altered. While the overall outline remained the same, it was much more pleasing to the eye than before.

More importantly, his skin is firm and moisturized, and it feels bouncy and smooth to the touch. Even when he was young, he didn't have such good skin!

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

The female assistant was so shocked by Patrick's appearance that her jaw almost dropped, and she shuffled away reluctantly.

She desperately wanted to know if her manager had undergone cosmetic surgery. If so, she begged him to tell her which hospital it was, as she was willing to spend all her savings to have it done.

Patrick stared at himself for a long time, unable to tear his eyes away, completely captivated by his own beauty.

Like women, most men also care about their appearance. It's just that society is more lenient towards men's looks, and without pressure, people are too lazy to bother with it.

"Alright, Patrick, you can take your own photos at home later."

Patrick finally managed to toss the mirror aside. "This is terrifying! This thing is a monster!"

"Whether it's demonic or not, I don't know. Do you think this thing can make money?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Patrick exclaimed excitedly. "Could this thing be mass-produced?"

Murphy shared his ideas with Patrick, including plans for various beauty products such as face masks and creams. He concluded by saying, "Currently, the production volume of this serum is not high, but like the original Yunnan Baiyao serum, its effects are abundant. We can also add other ingredients to increase the shipment volume."

"What's it called?"

"Let's call it beauty essence."

What is the current production volume?

Murphy calculated that Alex could brew four or five pots of beauty potion on average every day. Assuming each pot contains about two liters, that's roughly eight to ten liters of essence. With some effort, a stable output of ten liters shouldn't be a problem.

"About ten liters a day," Murphy said.

Patrick quickly calculated that he had only applied about two or three drops, roughly 0.1 milliliters, to his hand.

The actual effect is actually excessive.

If the changes are too drastic, they may have adverse effects; it is better to continue diluting.

Assuming that diluting it about five times still achieves good results, then each mask requires approximately 0.02 ml of essence.

Ten liters of essence can produce half a million face masks, which is more than enough for a day's shipments.

Based on current face mask prices, with mid-to-high-end face masks averaging 5 to 10 pounds per mask, that translates to millions of pounds in revenue.

"Great! That should be enough for now!" Patrick exclaimed excitedly. "If we can launch this kind of face mask, perhaps Yunnan Baiyao's predicament won't be a problem anymore. We might even be able to use the funds from the face mask to sustain ourselves until the clinical trials are completed!"

Murphy nodded. "If you think it's feasible, then go for it. Buy a drugstore or something and get the product out as soon as possible."

……

the other side.

Malfoy Estate.

After Lucius had finished lunch, the house-elves brought a short wizard to him.

"How is it?" Lucius asked.

"Paped was terrified and dared not go back, but we still found the barn, but it had been burned down and nothing was left. We searched for a long time but found no clues."

"What, you still haven't found anything?!" Lucius was getting angry.

A few days ago, Papad, whom he sent to "do business" with that troublemaker, was beaten to a pulp, and even knowing who he was, he still dared to insult him.

This is absolutely outrageous!

Lucius felt it was necessary to make that arrogant brat pay the price.

However, the people he sent out afterwards were like headless flies, busy for many days but achieving nothing.

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

And that guy used a fake name when he rented the Muggle barn.

The trail went cold there.

"Please let me finish, sir. We couldn't count on the barn, so we investigated Alex Wood. He's gone into hiding, but we asked his former boss, Slug, and he gave us an interesting idea."

(End of this chapter)