6: Task completed

"I need a brand new John Bull identity, one with a noble title and a background from the Royal Medical College."

Lu Fan made his request without any hesitation.

Reister agreed without the slightest hesitation: "No problem, I can handle this myself."

With that, he led Lu Fan to the Dean's Office, holding documents in his left hand and the official seal in his right.

In less than a minute, a new citizen of John Bull, a Top-Level Researcher at the Institute, and a Viscount noble of Britain

was born just like that.

Afterwards, the two negotiated the comprehensive promotion of penicillin.

With the transaction with Yamamoto Yushin as a foundation, he was no longer satisfied with simple individual sales.

He longed to return to the bulk trading he was familiar with.

With Reister as a platform, large-scale dumping of penicillin became possible.

After all, World War II had already begun and would intensify, and the demand for penicillin in Europe was virtually limitless.

Lu Fan had thought that holding the drug would give him an absolute advantage in his cooperation with Reister.

But Reister, that guy, stubbornly controlled the drug certification and wouldn't budge.

Without his authoritative endorsement and promotion, the drug couldn't be accepted by the market in a short time.

Because drug transactions would inevitably be traced back to their source.

Without authoritative endorsement, who would believe you?

This is medicine—it can save lives, but it can also kill silently.

Empty words are meaningless; you can't just say it's effective and expect people to believe it.

What, is your medicine personally made by the Supreme Lord Laozi, exempt from inspection?

So both product efficacy and authoritative endorsement are indispensable.

Both Lu Fan and Reister understood this as clearly as a mirror.

The two sides haggled over drug pricing and profit distribution until late at night.

Finally, the drug price was set at ten Dollars per gram, with profits split fifty-fifty after sales.

According to this agreement, he would net at least fifteen Dollars per gram of penicillin.

Based on the amount he could carry personally, Lu Fan would make a fortune in no time.

With such profits, the reason he kept haggling

wasn't that he was stingy and unwilling to compromise, but because he knew this lucrative business wouldn't last long.

Once he provided finished products in bulk, that shrewd old man Reister would surely follow the clues.

Through reverse engineering, he would develop penicillin on his own.

Once he completed the purification research, the entire industry chain would be quickly integrated, and he would be ruthlessly discarded.

Don't think this is alarmist; real business warfare is this brutal.

Europeans are just that shameless; the gene of banditry is ingrained in their bones.

So in the early stages, he had to suppress fiercely and firmly keep the profit margin in his own hands.

That way, later on, he would have enough funds to engage in dumping, using dumping to counter their full industry chain.

In the morning, Lu Fan woke up leisurely to the sound of birds chirping outside the window.

He twisted his sore neck and stretched.

After washing up, Lu Fan politely declined Reister's invitation to have breakfast together.

White people's food, even dogs wouldn't eat it.

Walking out of the Institute into the sunlight, Zhao Chengqiang was already waiting nearby.

Lu Fan got into the Rickshaw, and after the two had a good breakfast, they headed straight to No. 12, the Bund.

The troublesome identity issue was resolved; he wouldn't allow this money to sit in the Japanese account for even a minute longer.

Every extra minute would be a disrespect to himself.

As soon as Lu Fan stepped into Huifeng Bank, a man wearing a manager's badge immediately approached him.

"Sir, hello! My surname is Wang, I'm the manager here. How may I assist you?"

The warm greeting made Lu Fan feel right at home.

But Lu Fan, who was quite familiar with banks, immediately sensed something fishy.

This man stood in the lobby, watching people come and go without any reaction.

On his first visit, this Wang guy rushed to receive him.

If this isn't a case of 'protesting too much,' then what is?

"Hello, Manager Wang, I'm here to cash a check!"

Lu Fan remained calm, presenting the check to handle whatever came his way.

"Sir, please come to the VIP Room; I'll help you with the process."

Faced with the large check, Manager Wang wasn't too surprised.

Not only did he maintain his professional smile, but his expression also visibly relaxed.

This was a sign of relief, ready to proceed with ease.

No doubt, this person and Yamamoto were in cahoots.

"Thank you for your trouble!"

Lu Fan, seeing everything, handled it calmly; cashing the money and completing the mission was the top priority now.

Before the two could take a step, light footsteps of leather shoes sounded behind them.

Then a large hand rested on Manager Wang's shoulder: "Hey~~ Old Wang, personally receiving someone? Got a big shot here?"

Manager Wang turned and looked up at the newcomer, quickly speaking respectfully: "Fourth Young Master Tang, you're here."

"Hey~~ Still a new face. Old Wang, I didn't get this treatment on my first visit!"

The man sized up Lu Fan and bluntly teased Wang Tianxi.

"Young Master Tang, you're joking. On your first visit, I was just a small fry; how could I have the honor to serve you?"

While the two were talking, Lu Fan discreetly observed the newcomer.

This Young Master Tang was dressed in a suit, handsome and elegant, clearly a refined young master from a wealthy family.

He seemed carefree and unrestrained, yet there was a hint of iron-willed determination between his brows.

This made Lu Fan silently take note of the person.

"Then today, I'll give you a chance—help me with some business, it's quite urgent!"

Fourth Young Master Tang quite domineeringly wrapped his arm around Wang Tianxi's neck and walked inside, forcing him into action.

"Fourth Young Master Tang, serving you is my honor. Please wait a moment; I'll arrange something for this gentleman."

Wang Tianxi clearly knew he couldn't argue with Fourth Young Master Tang, so he compromised by calling over another manager.

With an apologetic look, he said to Lu Fan: "I'm sorry, sir.

This manager will assist you from now on. I apologize for the inconvenience; please bear with it!"

"Brother, sorry, I'm borrowing Old Wang for a bit!"

Fourth Young Master Tang casually clasped his hands in a salute, smiling warmly as he nodded to Lu Fan.

"No problem~~"

Lu Fan smiled slightly and followed the manager slowly into the inner room.

In the VIP Room of Huifeng Bank, the manager got busy after receiving the large check.

What should have been a simple task of cashing a check was unnecessarily complicated.

He made phone calls to verify, repeatedly confirmed the source of funds, running back and forth as if facing a great enemy.

But despite all the frantic effort, the results were zero.

Twenty minutes passed, and not a single Dollar was seen.

He had thought that with Wang Tianxi unexpectedly called away, he could smoothly cash the check.

Who knew it was just a change in appearance, not substance.

"What the hell~~~~"

As his temper flared, Lu Fan directly tossed his John Bull passport onto the table.

And accidentally dropped the Viscount title document on the floor.

Enough pretending; I'm laying all my cards on the table.

You want to know my identity?

Here you go.

With identity endorsement and the noble titleBlessing, the previously dawdling manager was immediately flustered, and his efficiency skyrocketed.

In less than ten minutes, $150,000 in cash was placed before him.

Thoughtfully, a briefcase was also provided.

The move of exchanging penicillin for a John Bull identity was worth it at this moment.

After dismissing the bank manager, Lu Fan looked at the huge sum before him and silently closed his eyes.

The System prompt sounded, and even steady him felt a bit impatient.

"Trial Mission completed, rewards being calculated..."