From Prisoner to Si Chen..

Chapter 356 Transaction

"What else does Baron Opal want?"

Gillan stopped and turned back to ask.

"Mr. Blood Owl, if you are not satisfied with my offer, you can just tell me."

The fat man smiled again.

"Business needs to be discussed slowly."

"I am indeed a little dissatisfied." Jilan nodded.

"How about this..." Baron Opal thought for a moment. "We can discuss the sales method of 'Wick Potion'. I will always maintain a higher price than you, so it won't have much impact on you."

“How about this clause also be written into the contract to ensure implementation?”

"Even without this clause, there would actually be no conflict between the two sides."

Gillan shook his head.

Baron Opal smiled, because what Blood Owl said was true. He seemed to give in, but in fact he had no loss, it was just that the other party saw through this little trap.

"So what do you think, Mr. Blood Owl?"

As the behind-the-scenes boss of two small trade fairs, he had a keen eye and saw that Blood Owl was not unwilling to sell the formula, but his asking price was not enough.

"I want 30% of the sales of 'Wick Potion'."

Gillan said calmly.

Hearing this, Baron Opal was not angry, but just shook his head and said with a smile:
"Mr. Blood Owl, you really know how to joke."

"After deducting the cost of materials, refining costs, and sales costs, as well as the immeasurable risks, the profit of the potion is only 10% at most. You don't have to do anything, but you take one-third of the money. You are really too greedy."

"Baron Opal is indeed a veteran in the business world. His ability to make up stories is really amazing."

Gillan, however, was not fooled at all and started laughing.

"You don't even know the formula, how can you estimate the price of the materials and the refining cost?"

As he spoke, he looked calmly at the fat man and said:

"Of course, I guess you're probably trying to get me to tell you the approximate cost of the materials... But it doesn't matter. I can tell you directly that the cost of a batch of 25 potions is about 80 to 90 Caesars. If we refine them in large quantities, the cost can be reduced further."

"As for my price of 130 Caesars in Night Rose, it is purely to take care of internal members and avoid offending them..."

"If it is put on the black market in the mysterious realm, the 'Wick Potion' is, after all, a highly effective alchemical medicine that assists in spiritual practice. It is definitely a priceless commodity. The price is at least 180 Caesars and upwards, and this is just a conservative estimate."

"The profit has almost doubled. Even if we deduct the refining losses, sales costs and even risks, there is still a considerable profit."

Jilan chuckled and said lightly:
"I only want 30% of the dividends, which is not too much."

"I really didn't expect..."

Baron Opal looked surprised, then smiled and clapped.

"Mr. Xuexiao not only has outstanding practical skills, but also has such a thorough analysis of the business world."

"But you're still asking for too much."

"Not much." Gillan shrugged. "Baron Opal, why don't you look at it from another angle? I invested in this business with the formula of 'Wick Potion', and you, as a friend, gave me the formula of 'Lava Balm'."

"Mr. Xuexiao, friendship is friendship, and business is business. They can't be mixed up..."

Baron Opal said with a smile.

But he suddenly changed the subject and said:

"How about a 5% dividend?"

"20%." Gillan kept smiling.

"10% is the bottom line. If it's more, this deal will be a failure."

Baron Opal shrugged, looking helpless.

Gillan was silent for a few seconds and held out his hand.

Seeing this, the fat man smiled even more, and in tacit understanding, he stretched out his hands and shook hands, one big and one small.

"Deal." He smiled.

"make a deal."

The 30% dividend requirement was originally Jilan's exorbitant price.

A great writer in the past once said that if you ask to open a window in the wall, others will object, but if you propose to remove the roof, others will agree to open the window.

Gillan agrees with this.

His psychological expectation was actually only 5%, so being able to complete the transaction with a 10% dividend was a pleasant surprise.

This means that Jilan no longer needs to spend time and energy, and can still get a considerable income every month. This is much more efficient than working hard to refine medicine and then selling it to the secret sect.

As a veteran in the black market, Baron Opal will surely try every possible means to promote the "wick potion" and make it a big seller.

All Gillan had to do was sit back and wait to collect the money.

There was no need to worry about Baron Opal defaulting on his debts, after all, the two parties had to sign the contract under the witness of the Twin Kites. Unless Baron Opal was mentally ill, he would not bear the punishment of the gods for a little profit.

Baron Opal wrote a complicated contract in the air with his sturdy fingers and signed his name, Negan Morrow.

Gilan followed closely behind and signed his name.

When the contract came into effect, a flash of light appeared.

The sweet laughter from the other side of the world sounded again:
"Ahahaha...I see!"

Gilan and Baron Opal bowed to the void at the same time to show their respect to the "Twin Kites".

Immediately, the two exchanged a piece of parchment. "Happy transaction, Mr. Blood Owl."

The fat man laughed.

"After the first batch of 'Wick Potion' is refined, I will use the black market fair to bring it to the attention of idle mystics, and then arrange for people to flow into the market on a small scale."

"These may take some time to ferment, so the first batch of dividends will have to wait two to three months. Please rest assured that I value integrity in business and will not deliberately delay."

"No problem." Gilan nodded.

Then, he took out his "Knight Chess" and imitated Baron Opal's previous moves, inspiring it with his own spirituality.

hum-

There was a flash of golden light.

Jilan found himself back at the big round table where everyone was.

He looked back and saw the fat man appear behind him, smiling and nodding.

...

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Afterwards, this "Night Rose" party, which Ji Lan participated in for the first time, lasted for nearly half an hour. The members chatted for a while before adjourning and leaving.

Before parting, Baron Opal, Ms. Crow, the staff-making old man and Miss Spark each gave Jilan a card with alchemical arrays of different patterns engraved on it.

According to them, this is a special "hotline" symbol, just like a landline number. By placing the card against the "hotline", one-to-one long-distance communication can be carried out.

Gilan put away the four cards, said goodbye to everyone politely, and then returned to reality with his teacher Pala, appearing on the sofa in the living room on the first floor of the apartment.

As soon as he sat back on the sofa, Jilan still felt as if he was in another world, and couldn't help but secretly sigh that the "Midnight Rose" was worthy of being an ancient secret cult, and even its stronghold was hidden from reality.

He turned his head and looked at the wall clock, and found that it was already 8:30 in the evening. Nearly two hours had passed since the teacher came to visit.

"How do you feel about this gathering?"

The white-haired old gentleman asked with a smile.

Jilan said respectfully:
"It's great. I've never seen so many people of the long-lived age gathered together. They are all outstanding alchemists. I've learned a lot."

"Hmm..." Pala nodded. "From now on, the people and circles you come into contact with will be at a higher level, and there will be more things you have never come into contact with."

“Being alert and thinking at all times will help you deal with any situation.”

"Thank you for your teachings, I will keep them in mind."

Jilan said solemnly.

At this moment, he suddenly thought of a question that had been buried in his heart for a long time, and took this opportunity to ask Pala:
"Teacher... didn't you say that Ascendants cannot interfere with the mortal world? But why did 'Windmill Cat' Pal Solomon appear on the top of the volcano during the last trip to Blood Harbor?"

"That is not His true self. It is still me."

Pala shook her head.

Ji Lan was startled.

"Bibi... But shouldn't the Bibi in 'Windmill Cat' be Krampus, the 'Christmas Devil'?"

"This is also the special thing about the 'Windmill Cat'. He was once one of the four angels under the seat of Omer, the first Hour 'Noon Dawn', and the angel of pentacles 'Polaris', symbolizing human creativity."

Pala explained calmly.

"So after he fell into the messenger of Lord Sulfur, he was able to create a second self."

"He has always appeared in the form of a 'windmill cat', and this alter ego has been infused with most of the power, so it is easy to misunderstand and think that this is His true body."

"The Ascendants cannot be killed by conventional means... Even if they are annihilated in the mortal world, it is only a shell that is destroyed."

Jilan frowned and said in a deep voice:

"Then the Ascended Ones cannot be killed? They can just rely on each other to walk in the mortal world and sleep peacefully?"

"That's the theory."

Pala said in a gloomy tone.

"But our actions not only rely on a body made of precious materials, but also require the power of our true body. Therefore, every damage counts as a heavy blow."

Jilan's eyes showed realization, and he immediately fell into deep thought.

half an hour.

He asked in a deep voice:
"Teacher, how can we kill the Ascendant?"

"Hmm?" Pala was a little surprised. He looked at Jilan meaningfully and said, "We need to go to Toyalan, the home of God, to find and kill his true body."

“This is difficult.”

He sighed and said.

"First, you must have the ability to kill the Ascendant. Second, you must be able to find the place where the Ascendant is hiding."

"Ascendants, as the name suggests, are people who have ascended from the mortal world. The place of ascension is the hometown of God, also known as the astral world or the moon realm."

"The mortal world we live in is the material world, which is also the moon world. The size of the mortal world is the size of the God's homeland, and the two are reflections of each other."

"Without special means, finding the corresponding target is almost like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Also, the Ascendants usually keep a backup plan in their residences to prevent the enemy from coming to their doorsteps... Considering the home and away battles, it is rare for an Ascendant to be killed in the God's Homeland."

After listening to the teacher's story, Jilan was shocked.

He didn't expect that the ascenders were not only powerful, but also so difficult to kill.

Then it makes sense that "Windmill Cat", one of the four angels under the former "Noon Dawn" and the current chief messenger under "Lord Sulfur", could be at ease for so long despite offending many forces and even Si Chen.

(End of this chapter)