Upon hearing the quotation, the American pharmaceutical representative's face changed drastically. "Director Chen, at least twelve billion. Isn't this price a bit too high?"
"Heh," Chen Nian scoffed, "If you think it's expensive, you don't have to buy it. I'm not holding a knife to your throat forcing you."
"But this price is just too high, I can't make the decision. Director Chen, could you possibly..."
Just as the American pharmaceutical representative was about to bargain, Chen Nian pushed his chair back and started to walk out, leaving only one sentence echoing in the room.
"If you can't make the decision, find someone who can. However, I must remind you, many people want to buy these medical pods. When you come next time, this won't be the price."
After the American pharmaceutical representative left with furrowed brows and a dejected look, pharmaceutical representatives from several other countries arrived one after another.
Although their expressions differed, their core demands were similar – they all wanted to buy a few medical pods to take back.
Chen Nian treated all of them the same.
One billion US dollars per unit, sold in batches of twelve or more.
No negotiation, no discounts.
At this price, if you can't afford it, get lost!
Don't delay my business...
After a busy day until midnight, once the representatives from the major Western countries had all come, Chen Nian finally had some free time.
Jiang Feizhang's assistant could no longer contain his curiosity and cautiously leaned in, whispering his question.
"Director Chen, Professor Jing proposed one hundred million per unit earlier, and you said it was too expensive. But now you're selling them to Western countries for one billion per unit, and not selling individually, but in packages. This seems a bit contradictory?"
"Hahahaha," Chen Nian threw his head back and laughed. "No contradiction, not at all. I told Professor Jing the price for future large-scale procurement."
"They are buying the medical pods now to disassemble and research. At this stage, no matter how high I price them, they will grittingly buy them."
"If I don't seize this opportunity to heavily fleece them now, it will be a wasted chance. And, if I sell them at a high price now, and later when I sell in bulk, I can lower the price to ten million per unit, wouldn't they go crazy fighting for it!"
The assistant suddenly understood and gave Chen Nian a thumbs-up. "Brilliant, truly brilliant! Director Chen, you are too damn amazing!"
"It's not me who's brilliant," Chen Nian waved his hand, "It's Professor Jing!"
"If he hadn't invented the medical pod, I would still be like the former Minister Jiang. Knowing that the West is here to harvest our wealth, yet I'd have to smile and endure their ridicule, all for the sake of slightly cheaper medicine so more people could afford it!"
Hearing this, the assistant recalled Jiang Feizhang's past experiences and the humiliation he endured, and his eyes quietly reddened. The atmosphere in the room instantly became somber.
"Alright," Chen Nian patted the assistant's shoulder forcefully. "What's past is past, no need to dwell on it. Now it's the West's turn to have a headache."
What he said was indeed true. In the White House of America.
The American President fell into a rage after hearing the pharmaceutical representative's report.
"Twelve billion! To buy a pile of scrap metal? Why doesn't he just rob them!"
"Mr. President," the American pharmaceutical representative said subserviently, "Exactly, they are robbing us! Is there any divine medicine in the world that can regenerate severed limbs?"
"Mr. President, I'll go over there right now to expose their lies and let them know who the world's number one technological power is!"
The American pharmaceutical representative roared, putting on an indignant demeanor as he walked out, intending to seize the opportunity to escape.
"Get back here, you idiot!"
The President slammed the table forcefully, calling back the pharmaceutical representative who had already stepped out the door.
"Mr. President, do you have any other instructions..." the pharmaceutical representative said with a sheepish smile, lowering his posture to the lowest possible.
Seeing the pharmaceutical representative's demeanor, the President couldn't continue to be angry. He could only sigh, take out a stack of classified documents, and smash them onto the table.
"What's most infuriating is this. These medical pods might be scrap metal, but the medicine added to them is truly divine medicine!"
"This is impossible!" the pharmaceutical representative couldn't believe his ears. "Mr. President, I've been in the pharmaceutical industry for twenty years and have never seen any medicine that can regenerate severed limbs."
"You must understand, limb regeneration is not just about growing a piece of flesh... bone, nerves, muscle fibers. If any part is misaligned, instead of a limb, it would grow into a massive malformed tumor..."
"You don't need to say any more," an old man in a white coat pushed open the door and walked in, interrupting the pharmaceutical representative. "Mr. President is right, that medicine from Dragon Country can indeed regenerate severed limbs."
The pharmaceutical representative recognized the old man's identity and quickly went to help him. "Dr. Fuchi, why are you here?"
Dr. Fuchi ignored his obsequiousness, pushed him aside, and continued to explain.
"Moreover, he is more terrifying than you imagine. Not only hands and feet can regenerate, but according to the experimental data provided by internal personnel and my calculations, the heart, liver, lungs, spleen, kidneys, teeth, tongue, eyeballs, and even parts of the brain can regenerate."
Hearing this, the American pharmaceutical representative shivered. He suddenly understood what Chen Nian meant when he said the medical pods could do more than just grow an arm or a leg.
"Mr. President," Dr. Fuchi turned to the American President, "The medicine from Dragon Country uses a lot of unconventional technology and has reached the level of gene-targeted modification."
"If we can obtain this technology, the stagnant Super Soldier program can move forward."
The President frowned. "Dr. Fuchi, I also very much want to obtain the detailed technical information. However, Dragon Country's security for this medicine is done perfectly. Our bribed high-level officials, just for accidentally saying one wrong word, were caught and subjected to isolation and review."
Dr. Fuchi's eyes darted rapidly. "Mr. President, if it's inconvenient to act in the laboratory, we can try the factory. Given the complexity of this medicine, it must involve many steps, with numerous workers participating. We can bribe them and then gradually piece together the steps."
"No!" The President shook his head firmly. "They not only split the processes but also arrange them to be carried out in multiple locations in a staggered manner. Most importantly, several key pieces of equipment operate automatically."
"Furthermore, there is a mysterious step where it's sent into a small dark room. Except for a few heavily armed masked individuals, no one is allowed inside."
Seeing that he couldn't obtain the specific information about the medicine for the time being, Dr. Fuchi had to settle for the next best thing. "Since that's the case, I won't insist. Mr. President, can we at least get a few original samples of the limb regeneration medicine?"
"Also, that medical pod. I suspect the key to the medicine's ability to regenerate severed limbs is hidden within this medical pod."
"Possible, but," the President gritted his teeth, "Dragon Country is insatiably greedy. They are asking for a sky-high price, ten billion US dollars for one medical pod, and they don't sell individually, you must buy twelve units together!"
Dr. Fuchi said very seriously, "Mr. President, if the experimental data they released is indeed accurate, then for one medical pod, let alone one billion, even one hundred billion, we must buy it!"
"As for them selling it in packages, that's easy. Our country's medical departments aren't the only ones interested in Dragon Country's medical pods. Companies like GE and Umbrella Corporation are also very interested."
"At that time, we can sell them a few units for two billion each."
Everyone present couldn't help but laugh in unison.
Buying for one billion and selling for two billion, making over ten billion in profit on resale. Truly worthy of being the chief physician of a capitalistic superpower, this business acumen is exceptionally skilled.
Amidst the laughter, the President waved his hand, dismissing the pharmaceutical representative to procure from Dragon Country.
After the pharmaceutical representative left, the President composed himself, looked around, and slowly began, "Dragon Country's official reports say this medicine was developed by Yi Wenliu, with Jing Mingqiu assisting in the production of the medical pod."
"However, my informant tells me that this medicine was entirely guided by Jing Mingqiu, and Yi Wenliu was merely an assistant."
"Dr. Fuchi, in your opinion, who is the true inventor of this medicine? And who is the smokescreen thrown out by Dragon Country?"