Chapter 88: Chapter 87: Flagship Product Chapter 88: Chapter 87: Flagship Product “That was pretty fast,” Chaoyang remarked as he accepted the sheepskin scroll and glanced over it, noticing that the business licenses in this world were rather primitive. They rely stipulated the permitted scope of business activities and the taxes that needed to be paid, without any further requirents. In other words, the business officials did not review whether a company had the appropriate production qualifications; as long as there were goods, they could be sold. However, should problems arise, the lord could still punish the business, such as… in cases where dicine caused patient harm or death, a certain amount of gold coins had to be compensated. If nobility were hard… the highest sentence could be hanging.
Er… isn’t this just blatant double standards?
But since mining slaves could be bought in bulk, it hardly seed worthwhile to fuss over such unfairness. Chaoyang put away the sheepskin scroll and handed it back to the reporter, “Thank you for your efforts. Please pass this certificate to Mr. Zhao. Though I ca at his invitation, I’m only responsible for the construction work. It’s still up to him to decide how exactly the company will be run. Speaking of which… he’s right outside in the carriage, you can go directly to him.”
“So Mr. Zhao is here too! Alright, leave it to ,” Dane said enthusiastically.
Once he saw him off, Chaoyang found a gap to slip into an empty room in the Yeni Temple before switching to his true form. Not long after, Dane rushed over.
He climbed into the carriage and found not only Detective Sir, but Miss Jenny and the Fiend girl were also there.
“Ah… greetings to both of you.”
“No worries, we are all acquainted,” Chaoyang indicated the seat opposite him, “Please sit, I was just about to discuss a new dical supply contract with Miss Jenny.”
‘You were clearly resting with your eyes shut just a mont ago, be careful she doesn’t expose you,’ Ailuodi reminded him in his mind.
‘That’s why I was just about to, Miss Jenny won’t mind such a trivial detail in wording.’
“That’s right, the operating license for the dical supplies company has been approved,” Dane said as he handed the sheepskin scroll to Chaoyang, “As long as you have the goods, we can begin selling imdiately.”
“Good, this is the first phase of our contract’s success.” He looked at the nun, “I believe Yeni Temple will soon break free from the shackles of those sponsoring companies and truly beco a shelter for the Lost Sisters.”
Lost Sisters was also a common term of self-reference among the nuns.
“Thank you for getting us this far… But this must be costing a great deal of money,” Jenny said uneasily, “As you know, the temple’s revenue is very ager, I fear it won’t be enough to cover such a large deficit.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Zhao is no ordinary person,” Dane even had more confidence than Chaoyang himself, reassuring her boldly, “There’s nothing he can’t accomplish when he decides to get involved. Because he represents… a power unprecedented.”
Chaoyang could only smile wryly inside, “If things continue in the current trend, I must say, your concerns are valid. To achieve a balance of inco and expenditure, to say nothing of inco surpassing expenses, the Temple will have to expand its scale of healing. Not only miners and the poor, but ideally other residents and nobles of Magnificent Castle should be included as well.”
“How is that possible?” Jenny was dumbfounded, “Anyone with a bit of wealth will try all ans to consult those renowned physicians, they wouldn’t give the Temple a second glance!”
Through the Panlogical Machine, Chaoyang had also gained a general understanding of the dical industry in this world. Simply put, hospitals did not exist, physicians were the brand. How much they charged, how many people they treated a day – it was all up to the physician’s discretion. So specialized in pharmaceutics, others in surgery. Usually, physicians who completed a full course of education and assessnt at the Old Continent Academy had more opportunities and found it easier to build a reputation.
As for where they treated patients… it was almost entirely random. A physician with two apprentices or assistants was a mobile dical station. Due to a lack of knowledge about microbes, they paid no attention to a sterile environnt, and if they encountered a rare case, so physicians would conduct public treatnt within the Academy. This provided students with clinical experience while also boosting their own fa.
And the Temple?
That was a place only considered by the lowest strata of society.
“Rest assured, the Temple doesn’t need those high-profile physicians because after standardized training, everyone could be qualified healers,” Chaoyang said calmly, “Frankly, whether people are willing to co depends ultimately on the effectiveness of treatnt. If you are concerned, we can start with a hypothesis – the Temple must attract the wealthy to visit and charge them more, to really achieve a healthy cycle.”
“Hmm…” Jenny lowered her head in difficulty, obviously finding it hard to imagine such a scene.
“Let’s take it one step at a ti,” Chaoyang wasn’t in a hurry. Since he had taken this step, he might as well go all out – after all, he was not satisfied with just sick people paying. He wanted even those without illnesses to pay, so that he could quickly grow into a new force powerful enough to shake other companies. “Would you like to visit the production factory? They are currently trying to produce dical supplies that will be provided to the Yeni Temple in the future.”
“Is that possible?” the nun asked expectantly.
“Of course, let’s set out now.”
As the carriage set off, Ailuodi’s voice ca through once again, “I’d like to ask, how much ‘wishing power’ have you invested this ti?”
“What’s the matter?” Chaoyang looked towards her.
“The contract has not been completed until now, aning the cost of ti is increasing. I don’t want it to affect the agreent between us,” she said.
“I understand. You’re afraid that I’ll die without being able to pay off the debt, causing the hard-earned power to go to waste,” he replied.
“You could see it that way,” Ailuodi surprisingly didn’t deny it.
“Don’t worry, I quite cherish my life,” Chaoyang smiled. “The investnt this ti is indeed very high, surpassing any previous contract, but I still have plenty of ‘wishing power’ left, enough to last until the next contract without any issues.”
He didn’t tell her the actual numbers, but he also didn’t lie about the ‘wishing power’ issue. Haiya’s contract had provided up to 4500 points of ‘wishing power’, which, if not wasted, could nearly last half a year. The current investnt in robbing the train – weapons, ammunition, transport vehicles, and the necessary consumption for holding the ga – totaled more than 2000 ‘wishing power’. Even if he ended up with zero return, he could still keep half of it. This was much better than the first ga, where he had barely made a net gain of two hundred ‘wishing power’ and could only live for nine days.
Moreover, although Jenny could provide very little ‘wishing power’, she was not the only one signing the contract. Chaoyang was also looking forward to seeing how much profit he would ultimately receive when this multi-person contract was completed.
The rented theater cottage was just in the next street over. After passing through a horizontal alleyway, the group had arrived at their destination.
Seeing Chaoyang and the others, the guard stationed there respectfully saluted them.
That’s right, he could even afford to spend so money on security needs now – although these freelance rcenaries were cheap and didn’t look very skilled, they were enough to stop curious vagrants or troubleso gang mbers.
Entering the cottage, Jenny saw a steel tank as tall as two people erected in the center of the room, surrounded by various types of pipes; at the sa ti a steam pump was emitting a dull hum, as if it was providing so kind of power to the iron tank. She also saw several people studying the pump from various angles, seemingly engrossed in their investigation.
Could this be… the production of dicine?
Jenny really couldn’t connect what she was seeing with dical supplies.
If Mr. Zhao had said they were refining steel, she would have understood it a little better…
Moreover, it was indeed very stuffy inside the cottage; stepping in felt like walking into a steaming basket.
“Mr. Zhao, are you sure they are making dical supplies?” the nun asked, doubting herself.
“Of course, and this will be the first flagship product launched by the Gate of Destiny – antibiotics!” Chaoyang affird.
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