28: Chapter 28 I have medicine, you have money, but you still have to kneel.

"Hello?"

Chen Yuan's voice was languid, tinged with the drowsiness of someone who had just woken up, as if the demon king who was about to take on the "Hand of God" was just an illusion.

The other end of the line fell silent for a few seconds.

It seemed they hadn't expected such a frivolous attitude from the owner of this number.

"Is this Mr. Chen Yuan?"

A voice with an aged, raspy, yet crisp British accent rang out. It was a kind of arrogance etched into the bones, refined over generations. Even through the radio waves, one could feel that condescending scrutiny.

"I am Humphrey, butler to Sir Jacob Rothschild."

"Oh, Mr. Butler." Chen Yuan yawned. "What is it? Long-distance calls are expensive."

Humphrey was clearly choked up by this unconventional way of talking.

In his perception, as long as the surname "Rothschild" was mentioned, anyone on the other end, whether president or king, should immediately adopt the most respectful posture.

"Mr. Chen, I think you should understand what this call represents."

Humphrey's voice cooled down, carrying a hint of imperceptible threat. "We are very interested in your 'biotechnology.' Especially that... medicine that can turn back time."

"We are willing to offer 100 million USD, to buy all the experimental products in your hands, as well as the formula."

100 million USD.

This amount of money was enough to make all the drug lords in San Verde go crazy with envy.

"Sorry, what did you say?"

Chen Yuan held the phone further away and shouted into the receiver, "The signal isn't very good, the wind is too strong, I can't hear you clearly."

As he spoke, he walked to the window and pushed it open. Outside, it was calm and peaceful; not even a hair was moving.

Humphrey: "..."

If the Sir wasn't lying there dying right next to him, he swore he would immediately dispatch an elite squad of retired SAS to tie this ignorant oriental brat up and feed him to the fish in the Thames.

"Mr. Chen, I will say it one more time." Humphrey suppressed his anger. "100 million USD, cash. As long as you nod, it can be wired to any Swiss bank account you designate within an hour."

"Oh, 100 million."

Chen Yuan nodded in sudden realization, then said in a flat tone, "Too little."

"Beep—"

He hung up the phone directly.

In the office, Victor and Alice were stunned.

"Bo... Boss..."

Victor felt his heart almost jump out of his throat. "That's 100 million USD! You just... hung up?"

"Calm down."

Chen Yuan sat back in his chair and poured himself a glass of water. "Victor, remember one thing. In business, especially in exclusive business, never be intimidated by the other party's offer."

"Price is not determined by cost, but by demand."

"Now, it is they who are begging me, not me begging them."

As soon as he finished speaking, the satellite phone on the desk rang frantically again.

Chen Yuan didn't answer; he just watched it ring quietly.

The ringing echoed in the quiet office, as if it were beating against everyone's heart.

Victor was so nervous that his palms were sweating.

It rang for a full minute before Chen Yuan slowly pressed the answer button.

This time, he didn't speak, just waited quietly.

The other end of the line was silent for even longer.

Eventually, Humphrey couldn't hold back.

"Mr. Chen."

His voice no longer held that high-and-mighty arrogance, but instead carried a hint of suppressed urgency and helplessness. "What exactly do you want? As long as it's something we can give, it can be discussed."

"That's more like it."

Chen Yuan smiled, smiling like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

"You see, Mr. Butler, we can finally communicate like equal business partners."

He leaned back, propped his feet on the desk, and his tone became unquestionable:

"First, money is just a number to me. What I lack is not money, but a 'pass' that can expand my business territory globally."

"I want half of the European shipping channels. All cargo ships bearing the Umbrella Corporation logo, no matter what is inside, must be unimpeded."

A burst of rapid breathing came from the other side of the phone.

This was no longer business cooperation; this was cutting meat off the Rothschild Family. Their shipping network had been managed for over a hundred years; even pirates and the navies of various countries had to give them face.

"Second."

Chen Yuan didn't give him time to think and continued to raise the stakes. "I need a procurement list. Most of the things on it are on the embargo lists of various countries. For example, lithography machines from ASML in the Netherlands, industrial mother machines from Siemens in Germany, and a few other things... special materials that can make the night brighter."

"I want you to deliver these things to my port intact within a month."

Humphrey's voice was trembling: "Mr. Chen! You are making us enemies with the whole world!"

"That is your business."

Chen Yuan's tone was as cold as ice. "How much time does your Sir have left? A month? Or a week?"

"Although my Nano Medical Worm can reverse life and death, it is not omnipotent. If the Host is already cold, then even if God comes, He can only hold a memorial service for him."

Chen Yuan stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the land that belonged to him, his voice full of absolute confidence and control.

"Mr. Butler, go back and tell your master."

"Let him think clearly."

"Whether to take that pile of moldy privileges and gold bars into the coffin, or kneel down and piously kiss the tips of my shoes in exchange for a chance to live another twenty years."

The other end of the line fell into a deathly silence.

Chen Yuan could even hear the wheezing sound like a broken bellows emitted by the Sir due to difficulty breathing.

For a long time.

Humphrey's aged and weary voice sounded again. This time, there was no trace of arrogance left, only humble pleading.

"We... agree to your terms."

"The Sir wants to know, when can the treatment be carried out?"

"Depends on my mood."

Chen Yuan coldly spat out four words and hung up the phone again.

This time, the office was quiet for a long time.

Victor looked at Chen Yuan, the look in his eyes no longer just admiration, but awe.

If his boss was just a ruthless hero in his eyes before, now, this man was simply a devil who played with human hearts.

Even a legendary existence like the Rothschild Family was played in the palm of his hand.

"Done."

Chen Yuan stretched, feeling refreshed.

With the channels and resources of the Rothschild Family, his "Umbrella" empire finally had the qualification to go global.

"In a good mood, going out for a drive."

Chen Yuan picked up the car keys, ready to enjoy this hard-won peaceful afternoon.

Just as he walked out of the Pharmaceutical Factory gate and sat into the bulletproof Lincoln.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

A small, filthy figure suddenly rushed out from the alley next to him, slammed into his car door, and then fell to the ground like a broken rag doll.

Immediately after, several fierce-looking Mexican thugs rushed out of the alley, carrying steel pipes and machetes in their hands.

"Damn it! Little bitch! Still daring to run!"

The scar-faced leader spat viciously and reached out to grab the little girl lying on the ground.

Chen Yuan frowned.

He didn't want to meddle in other people's business.

But the moment the girl raised her head, Chen Yuan's pupils shrank sharply.

It wasn't because of how cute the girl was, but because of the necklace hanging around her neck.

That wasn't any kind of decoration at all.

It was a... USB drive made of a special alloy, flashing with a faint blue light? Or rather, some kind of high-tech storage chip.

"Hey! Kid!"

The scar-faced man noticed Chen Yuan in the car and arrogantly knocked on the car window with a steel pipe. "Get out if you don't want to die! This chick is goods our boss has taken a fancy to!"

Chen Yuan rolled down the window, looked at the little girl still shivering on the ground, and then looked at these idiots who didn't know what was good for them.

He sighed.

"Looks like the drive today isn't going to happen."

He pushed open the car door, stepped out slowly, and smoothed his collar, which had been ruffled by the wind:

"I, as a person, hate it when others disturb my relaxation."

"Especially, in such an ugly way."