Chapter 4: Gangster Logic

In a cafe under an apartment building on Knight Street in Central London.

"Ding-ling."

A crisp doorbell rang, and David Stick immediately looked up and saw the man he had been thinking about walked into the store.

Murphy wore a slightly formal coat, which was decent in the cold weather in London, but the style seemed a bit outdated.

The two exchanged names, and after sitting down, Murphy took out a small bottle from his pocket and put it on the table.

"This is the medicine you saw yesterday. It's called Bai... Ahem, you can call it Baiyao. You also saw its effect yesterday, what do you think?"

"Amazing! Incredible! It's just magic!"

David obviously didn't have much experience in negotiation.

In fact, this was already a restrained statement by him.

Let alone seeing it, he had never thought that there would be a therapeutic drug with such an exaggerated effect.

He could not imagine how the wound could be healed in just a few seconds.

Unless... it was a scam.

"If possible, I think..."

Murphy pushed the small bottle over, "Please."

David took a few deep breaths and took out a blade from his pocket and cut his arm.

Then he hissed and inhaled while pouring white fresh essence.

In just a few seconds, the wound disappeared.

When he looked over again, his arm was no longer bleeding, and when he wiped off the previous blood beads, he found that the wound had healed.

Even though he knew it might be the case.

But after experiencing it personally, David still opened his eyes wide.

Incredible!

It's a miracle!

Magic!

The healed area, except for a light red mark, was almost unrecognizable as having been injured. If it weren't for the bloodstains, he would have thought the pain just now was an illusion.

"How did you do this? Human cells can't divide so quickly..."

At least he was forced by his father to finish his undergraduate degree in pharmacy, so he still knew basic physiological knowledge.

Murphy smiled and didn't answer.

"Did you develop this drug yourself? Do you have a patent? Have you published a paper? Is it a biochemical preparation or a herbal formula?"

Murphy shook his head, "I developed this drug myself, but I can't give you the formula. Since you have seen its effect, you should naturally understand its value. I won't sell the formula to anyone. I came here to discuss cooperation with you."

David calmed down.

Indeed, if he had developed such a drug himself, he would never sell it. This is a great invention that can be used for a lifetime, or even several lifetimes.

"How do you want to cooperate?"

"It's very simple. We will jointly develop this drug. You pay for it and I provide the technology. Within one year, I will return your investment twice."

David was stunned. "Loan? No! I want to invest!"

For such a powerful drug, it is too stupid to only seek a return of one time!

Murphy was not surprised. "How much can you invest?"

"Ten million!" David said immediately, and then hesitated again. "At least five million!"

Finally, he thought about it again. "At least two million is no problem."

He is just a rich second generation. He really has no idea how much his rich father is willing to invest.

Ten million is a full-time, five million is a gamble, but two million is indeed just a regular investment scale. In his opinion, for such an explosive project, it is absolutely no problem to convince his father to take two million to test the water.

"Two million, how many shares do you want?"

"60%!" David blurted out.

"Heh." Murphy just laughed.

"Half?"

Murphy shook his head.

"30%! It can't be less!"

Murphy stood up, "10 million pounds, I'll give you 10%, this is the upper limit, if you can only take out 2 million, it's 2%." Murphy capped the bottle of white fresh essence and handed it to David, "Take this sentence and it to your father."

Since the other party has no decision-making power, he can just make his own conditions. There is no need for him to continue wasting time here.

"You have one day to make a decision. If you can accept it, make this call."

After speaking, Murphy put a card with a phone number on the table and left the cafe.

That night, he received a call from Jim Stick in the room of the Muggle hotel he rented.

"I can give you 5 million pounds, but I want at least 15% of the shares."

"Sorry, it's impossible." Murphy hung up the phone directly.

After a while, the phone rang again, "Five million, 10%, this is my bottom line."

Murphy smiled, "Sorry, your bottom line means nothing to me."

There are so many pharmaceutical companies in the UK. If you don't want to play, there are many people who want to play.

After a while, a man in a suit knocked on Murphy's door and handed him a mobile phone.

Murphy, who has been living in the wizarding world, almost forgot about mobile phones.

At this time, he was stunned to see this retro mobile phone.

It is 1987 now.

The Cityman produced by Nokia has just been launched, which is basically the world's first truly portable mobile phone.

This thing is ridiculously expensive, and only the real rich can afford it.

Murphy took the phone and heard the other party say: "Give me 8%, I can directly give you a pharmaceutical factory, you can produce your medicine immediately."

Murphy was moved, "Deal."

"Very good, my car is waiting for you outside, come to my villa, we have a lot of details to discuss."

A Rolls-Royce Silver Spirit was parked at the door of the hotel, and the driver opened the door for him.

Murphy did not hesitate, this matter could not be explained in one or two sentences, he really needed to meet with the other party.

Half an hour later, the Rolls-Royce stopped in an empty factory.

Murphy got off the car and saw a chair and a small wooden table in the middle of the empty factory. A middle-aged man with blond hair and a big back was sitting on the chair, smoking a pipe, and a bodyguard in a black suit and sunglasses stood on each side.

Murphy frowned, "This doesn't look like a villa."

Jim Stick grinned, "It's not."

He pointed casually with his right hand holding the pipe, "This is the factory I gave you. But it has closed down."

"What do you mean?"

Jim Stick took out a check and put it on the table.

"This is a check for two million pounds, enough for you to live a life of worry-free food and clothing. Take it and give me the formula. Or..."

As he spoke, two more strong men walked in from the door and closed the door.

Murphy was speechless, "Are you threatening me?"

Jim blew out a big smoke ring, "I'm a serious businessman, I usually don't do such things. So I hope you can take the check."

Jim said, took another deep puff, let the strong and spicy smoke roll in his lungs for a few circles, and then let out a long breath.

"Damn awesome!" Jim stood up and spoke, "People always have one or two desires that they can't even control, right? Just like tobacco or pounds, money is a stimulant to me, and it always makes me excited."

"So, I am also forced to do it. I can't overcome my desires."

Murphy looked at Jim's speech and still felt it was a bit funny, "What if I don't agree?"

"Don't be ignorant, kid, I don't want to make things too ugly."

"I investigated you, you are nothing. You don't even have a household registration. Maybe you are just a thief who sneaked in from some third world."

"Guess what will happen if I kill you here?"

Jim spread his hands, "The answer is nothing will happen!"

"No one knows who you are, and no one will care why you die here. The smart people in New Scotland Yard will not trouble themselves, and you will only become another headless case buried in their archives."

"Maybe you think it's unfair that I robbed you, but this is a world where the strong prey on the weak, isn't it? The weak are born to be plundered by the strong. Think about it, kid, at least I paid."

Murphy looked at Jim speechlessly as he walked back and forth in front of him, looking like he still made a profit.

"The strong prey on the weak... okay..."

For this kind of robber logic, Murphy felt...

It makes so damn sense.

So he drew his wand.

(End of this chapter)