Hogwarts: Becoming a god from reselling fresh food

Murphy frowned. He knew nothing about business wars, but he felt that this move was really insidious.

"Well, it's not like we can't take a step back," Murphy said. "I can sell up to 20% of the shares. It won't be listed on the market. I'm just selling the shares. They can't participate in the company's operations and decision-making, but they can share the benefits brought by Cloud Baiyao in the future. Profits, however, these shares must be exchanged for their research institutions.”

"In the several versions of the research institute construction plans you gave me before, didn't Weikang have several good research institutes that were ready to be abolished because they were not profitable? Give me those research institutes, and I will give them shares .”

"This...those research institutes are indeed good, but in terms of the profitability of Yunduan Baiyao in the future, exchanging shares for these research institutes will result in a lot of losses."

"That's not how the accounts are calculated." Murphy really doesn't have much to say about this. "The money we haven't earned in the future is actually a blank check. We won't spend a penny in exchange for a few pieces of research that we really need." So, isn’t it a great deal?”

Moreover, in the future, he will not only make money from Yunduan Baiyao.

"Okay, I'll talk to them again." Patrick agreed, "There's also good news. The clinical trial approval in the United States has entered the final stage. We have used some donation offensives and it should be passed soon. "

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

As he spoke, he took out the beauty potion and placed it on the table.

"What's this?"

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

The beauty potion is actually mainly used internally, but external application is also effective, but it will only work on the area where it is applied externally.

And this is what Murphy values.

If a bottle of potion can make people overall beautiful, then why do they need all those facial masks, eye creams, conditioners, essential oils, leg creams and the like?

Without so many categories, how can he cut leeks?

Patrick took the potion doubtfully, put two drops on his hand, and applied it on his face. After a while, his face seemed to be slightly tight and itchy, but soon, this feeling disappeared.

He was a little confused and looked at Murphy, "What's next?"

"Look at yourself in the mirror."

There was no mirror in Patrick's office, so he looked at the glass cabinet door and was confused at first, then shocked.

Who the hell is this handsome guy who seems to be twenty years younger? !

Fortunately, the bald spot was still the same, so he still recognized himself.

And if you take a closer look, it seems that between the eyebrows and eyes, it does look like him, but the proportions of the facial features have been finely modified. The general outline is still the same, but it is much more pleasing to the eye than before.

More importantly, this firm and moist skin feels elastic and smooth. Even when he was young, he didn't have such good skin!

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

The female assistant looked at Patrick and was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. She moved every step of the way and was reluctant to leave.

She really wants to know if her manager went for plastic surgery. If so, please be sure to tell which hospital it went to. She would have to spend all her money to have one.

After looking at himself for a long time, Patrick couldn't bear to move his eyes away, intoxicated by his own beauty.

Like women, most men actually love beauty, but society is relatively lenient towards men in terms of appearance. When there is no pressure, no one is too lazy to tinker with it.

"Okay, Patrick, you can go home and take pictures later by yourself."

Patrick finally threw the mirror aside, "It's too scary, this thing is simply a devil!"

"You don't know if you are a devil or not. Do you think this thing can make money?"

"Yes! That's great!" Patrick became excited, "Can this thing also be mass-produced?"

Murphy told Patrick his ideas, including ideas for various beauty products such as facial masks, creams, etc., and finally said: "At present, the output of this essence is not high, but like the original solution of Baiyao, its The effect is also spillover, and we can also incorporate other ingredients to increase shipments.”

"What's it called?"

"Just call it beauty essence."

"What's the approximate current production volume?"

Murphy did the math and found that Alex could cook four or five pots of beauty potion every day on average. One pot was about two liters, which was about eight to ten liters of essence. If he worked hard, he should be able to produce ten liters stably.

"About ten liters a day," Murphy said.

Patrick did a mental calculation and found out that what he had just applied on his hands was only two or three drops, about 0.1 ml.

The actual effect is actually overflowing.

If the change is too large, it may cause less good effects, so it is better to continue diluting.

Assuming that good results can still be achieved after diluting it about five times, the essence required for each mask is about 0.02 ml.

Ten liters of essence can produce 500,000 facial masks, which is enough for one day's shipment.

According to the current selling price of facial masks, the average price of a mid-to-high-end facial mask is 5 to 10 pounds, which is millions of pounds in revenue.

"Okay! It should be enough for the time being!" Patrick became excited. "If we can launch this kind of facial mask, maybe Baiyao's dilemma will not be a problem. We can even rely on the funds from the facial mask to support it until the end of the clinical trial!"

Murphy nodded, "If you think it's feasible, go ahead and buy a cosmeceutical factory or something and make products as soon as possible."

…

the other side.

Malfoy Manor.

After Lucius had lunch, the house elf brought a short wizard to him.

"How is it?" Lucius asked.

"Paped was too frightened to go back, but we still found the barn, but it had been burned down and there was nothing left. We searched for a long time and there were no clues."

"Why, you still got nothing?!" Lucius was a little angry.

Papade, whom he sent to "negotiate business" with the guy who was disrupting the situation a few days ago, was beaten into a state of disgrace. Moreover, even though he knew who he was, he even dared to insult him.

This is really too arrogant!

Lucius felt that he had to make that ignorant boy pay the price.

But then the people he sent out were like headless flies, working hard for many days without any gain at all.

The name Papade got from Alex was a lie. There is no such person as Peter Parker in the British wizarding world!

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

The clue ends here.

"Listen to me first, sir. We couldn't hope for anything at the barn, so we went to investigate Alex Wood. He had gone into hiding, but we asked his old boss Slug. Rage offers an interesting idea.”