Chapter 192

"To tell you the truth, Mr. Rhys is a tight buddy

of mine. We'd give our lives up for each other. In fact, I had a night ou

t drinking with him just yesterday! As long as I put a word in for you, h

e'll definitely do me this favor!"

Mr. Marcs assured.

Dustin chuckled lightly at that. What an artful liar!

"Hey! What are you sniggering at?" Mr. Marcs glared at Dustin.

"Ignore him, Harvey. He's just a loser." Julie rolled her eyes.

"Mr. Marcs, if you can get me the company's rights, I'll be sure to repay

you handsomely!" Matt promised.

"Haha! No problem! I'll get it done!" Mr. Marcs was beyond elated.

"Thank you, Mr. Marcs!" Matt grinned too. Judging from the high demand fo

r Immortunol, he would soon be filthy rich once he got the company's righ

ts. And then, he would have no difficulty restoring his family to its for

mer glory!

"Mr. Matt, I happen to have another business opportunity apart from the c

ompany's rights. Would you be interested?" Mr. Marcs asked sneakily.

"Oh? And what business opportunity is that?" Matt raised a brow.

Mr. Marcs looked around him and said softly. "Our company's demands a ver

y high quality on Immortunol, so products that do not reach the benchmark

will be destroyed. Several of us managers agree that that's a waste, so

we kept those substandard products and plan on selling them off. If you w

ant them, I can sell them to you

at a really good price."

"Substandard products? What good will they do?" Julie wondered aloud.

"See, Julie, they may be substandard and less effective, but they can eas

ily be passed off as quality products. Nobody can tell them apart from ge

nuine Immortunols when they are put together!" Mr. Marcs smiled

profoundly.

"Really?" Julie's eyes lit up.

"When have I ever lied to you? Here, how's this? If you take them, I'll s

ell them at a fifth of the original price. You can sell them off and earn

a great deal!" Mr. Marcs proposed..

"That sounds amazing! Thank you, Harvey!" Julie was overjoyed.

"What do you think of this deal, Mr. Matt?" Mr. Marcs' gaze

bore into him.

"It's a great deal, no doubt! I'll take however much of the stock you hav

e, Mr. Marcs!" Matt beamed. It

was a steal to be able to purchase Immortunol at a fifth of the original

price. Matt was not one to let such a good offer pass

him by. As for the quality of the products, he couldn't care less about t

hat. All he cared about was that he'd make money from them. If anything w

ere to