20: Get the best deals, start with acquaintances.

The inexplicable sound of gunfire gave Lu Fan a cold sweat.

Damn it, is there no sense of public morality? People are trying to sleep here.

Listening to the rhythmic exchange of gunfire, Lu Fan lost all drowsiness and immediately took out his drone to take flight.

He wanted to join in the excitement and see which 'deities' were causing trouble in the middle of the night.

As the drone reached the scene, clear images were transmitted back.

Two groups of men in black were fighting, and the battle was clearly one-sided.

One group was fleeing in disarray, while the other was pursuing them with desperate intensity.

The drone flew above them; its buzzing sound in the dark night was like the soul-stirring howl from the Nine Hells.

It pushed their already taut nerves to the limit of endurance.

Both sides immediately ceased fire and sought cover with the utmost speed.

Then, carefully poking their heads out, they saw only the flickering, seductive red light of the flying craft, utterly shocked.

What was this thing that could fly at will in the pitch-black night sky?

Not knowing the details, their first reaction was that a vengeful spirit had emerged, and they were all as quiet as cicadas in winter.

"Brothers, our ancestors have manifested! Divine soldiers from heaven!"

The group being hunted, who were wearing Zhongshan suits, were the first to react.

They shouted to bolster their courage, and the weapons in their hands opened fire with full force.

In an instant, they suppressed the opposition in both momentum and presence.

After a round of shooting, they began to break through with all their might.

At this time, the patrol team, true to their spirit of arriving late, rushed in from all directions.

For a moment, whistles and sirens blared together.

The wind is tight, let's bolt!

The two groups quietly vanished into the dark night.

An assassination attempt came to an end because of the sudden appearance of the drone.

The next morning, Lu Fan got out of bed early with dark circles under his eyes and left the house pulling a suitcase.

After stepping out, he discovered that not only had the security at the manor been upgraded.

There were twice as many patrols as usual on Feixia Road.

It seemed that what happened last night was no small matter.

"Boss, you're back!"

Zhao Chengqiang immediately pulled his rickshaw forward to greet him.

Lu Fan smiled knowingly; the fact that he could appear here was likely because he had been waiting every day.

This man understood the business world.

After getting in the vehicle, he headed straight for the Reister Research Institute.

He had to complete tasks to earn points and continuously expand his space.

Last night's events made him determined to fully renovate the villa; bulletproof glass and such had to be arranged.

Along the way, Lu Fan was stopped and questioned several times, though he was released immediately after showing his identity.

However, it still delayed him quite a bit; a journey that should have taken twenty minutes took an hour to complete.

After getting off, he pulled out a silver dollar: "Little Zhao, come pick me up at lunchtime.

By the way, the rickshaw company is well-informed. Go out and ask around in a bit.

See what exactly happened last night that has the Concession on such high alert."

This seemingly casual instruction was actually Lu Fan's first test for Zhao Chengqiang.

No matter what trade one is in, what is most important?

Talent, without a doubt, it is talent!

For someone with potential, he didn't mind bestowing a path to wealth.

As Lu Fan strode into the research institute, a man who looked seventy to eighty percent like Reister came forward to meet him.

"Hello, Viscount Louis, I am Howard Florey Reister.

Father is busy in the lab and will be here in a moment!"

The 1.8-meter tall golden-haired man greeted him politely, his tone respectful and devoid of any Foreigner arrogance.

Lu Fan returned the greeting like a gentleman: "It's fine. This is the finished penicillin I brought.

Since Sir Reister is in the lab, it's a good time to trouble him to test this batch of medicine."

"Of course, Viscount Louis!" Howard took the suitcase and noticed Lu Fan's fatigue at a glance.

"I will arrange a lounge for you first; you should rest for a while!"

"Thanks!" Lu Fan had just taken two steps when he suddenly thought of something.

He turned back and lowered his voice to instruct: "Mr. Howard, please find a few syphilis patients and start treatment with penicillin.

Keep a complete record of the entire process and test the true efficacy of penicillin."

This seemingly ordinary request left Howard instantly petrified.

syphilis had always been considered the most unspeakable and most incurable disease, bar none.

It was the hidden festering sore beneath Europe's magnificent facade;

It was the scapegoat that European nations used to attack each other, never failing to provoke;

It was the eternal pain of the European nobility and royalty.

The idea that penicillin could cure this disease directly overturned Howard's understanding.

It took a long time for him to recover, and in his excitement and agitation, his whole body trembled slightly.

"Oh my God... Viscount, are you saying penicillin can completely cure syphilis?"

Lu Fan replied with a solemn face: "Mhm. We have done preliminary tests; penicillin can cure syphilis.

It's just that cases are scarce on my side and the sample size isn't large enough, so the conclusion isn't rigorous enough yet."

Such a confident answer once again left Howard petrified on the spot.

At this moment, his mind was filled with thoughts of returning to Europe with the medicine.

Returning like a king to become a savior of the new era, a darling of high society.

When that time came, never mind the nobility, even the royalty of various nations would have to treat him as an honored guest.

Fame, wealth, status, and power would all be within reach.

"Understood. I will arrange for cases immediately and personally record the entire process."

The fire of desire burned fiercely in Howard's eyes as he made a solemn promise.

Seeing Howard's expression, Lu Fan found the upturned corners of his mouth harder to suppress than an AK's recoil.

The good thing about Foreigners was their focus on self-interest.

As long as there was profit driving them, they dared to think and act, growing wildly.

Treating syphilis with penicillin was a sure thing; revealing this news was a deliberate move on his part.

The reason was simple: to make a quick buck before the medicine officially hit the market.

Following the normal process for a drug launch, even if he provided the finished medicine,

it would be impossible to achieve mass marketing within a month or two.

After all, procedures had to be followed.

But it would be different if it were a privileged medicine, serving only the nobility; then those wouldn't be necessary.

Especially for this kind of unspeakable disease with a heavy stigma attached.

As long as it could cure it, other things like pharmacology and paperwork were not important at all.

He had checked the records upon his return; the European nobility of this era had suffered from syphilis for a long time and desperately needed a miracle drug.

"Then I'll leave this matter entirely in your hands, Mr. Howard. I didn't sleep well last night, so I need to go catch up on some sleep!"

Upon arriving at the lounge, Lu Fan gave Howard a meaningful look.

Having received the promise of being "entirely in charge," Howard suppressed his excitement, his eyes full of gratitude.

"Viscount Louis, I will certainly handle this matter perfectly!"

Saying this, he bowed to express his thanks; at this moment, he could already see "success and fame" beckoning to him.

After leaving the lounge, he rushed toward the research lab in a frantic hurry.

Now, even if the sky fell, it couldn't stop him from verifying the drug's efficacy.

Success was right before his eyes; even God would have to step aside.

As for Lu Fan, he fell asleep as soon as he touched the bed, entering his dreams directly.

Meanwhile, some people were like ants on a hot griddle, unable to sit or stand still.