43: These are the goods

Lin Yu nodded, saying nothing.

He waved his hand.

On the table, three more identical elixirs appeared out of thin air.

There were now two of each kind.

Old Gui's eye twitched.

"This..."

Lin Yu waved his hand again.

On the tabletop, the number of each elixir became three.

Old Gui's breathing hitched.

What kind of trick was this again? Conjured out of thin air?

No, that's not right, this must be some kind of storage equipment!

But even if it was storage equipment, where did he get so many top-tier elixirs? Could it be... he really was a young master from some pharmaceutical company? Secretly taking the company's goods?

Before Old Gui could figure it out.

Lin Yu waved his hand once more.

This time, on the tabletop, the quantity of each elixir directly became ten!

Thirty top-tier elixirs, exuding an alluring luster, were neatly arranged on the table, creating a powerful visual impact.

"And now?" Lin Yu asked.

"Gulp."

Old Gui swallowed with difficulty.

Ten... ten of each!

This... this was already worth thirty million in goods!

With so many samples, he... he really had the confidence to try it!

"Boss... if... if there are ten of each, I have a thirty percent chance of replicating a close-to-effect sub-grade product within half a year!"

Old Gui's voice was distorted by excitement.

Lin Yu, however, shook his head.

"Too slow, and the success rate is too low."

He looked at Old Gui and slowly spoke.

As his voice fell.

Lin Yu's hand slammed heavily onto the table.

Crash—

The tabletop was instantly piled high!

Deep red Giant Strength Elixir, light green Windwalkers Breath, and earthy yellow Heart of Stone.

Each kind was piled into a small mountain!

A rough count showed over a hundred of each!

"These are your funds."

Lin Yu's voice was calm, but to Old Gui's ears, it was no less than a clap of thunder.

"My goal is for you to help me distribute them."

"As for deciphering the formula, that's just a bonus."

"You can use these elixirs as you please, consume them as you please. If you think it's not enough..."

Lin Yu paused, then spoke a sentence that completely shattered Old Gui's worldview.

"I have as many as you want, as many as you need."

Old Gui's mind buzzed and completely crashed.

He stared blankly at the more than three hundred top-tier elixirs on the table, each representing a black market sky-high price of eight hundred thousand.

More than three hundred elixirs... that's... over two hundred million?

Funds?

Distribution?

As many as you want, as many as you need?

In an instant, all the clues connected in his mind.

Zhao Tianyang, brought back from the brink of death.

The madness of adding three hundred thousand without hesitation to buy elixirs.

Now, these mountains of top-tier elixirs worth hundreds of millions.

And that understated phrase, "as many as you want, as many as you need."

He finally understood.

He finally understood why Zhao Tianyang had been reborn.

"Boss... you... you want to distribute... these?" Old Gui's voice was hoarse and dry, each word seemingly squeezed from his throat.

Two hundred million in goods... hiss.

"This place is too small." Lin Yu didn't answer, merely glanced around the cramped shop.

Old Gui instantly snapped awake.

"Yes! There's a place! Boss, please follow me!"

Old Gui scrambled towards the back door of the shop, personally pulling open an inconspicuous hidden door for Lin Yu.

"Inside is my private warehouse, absolutely safe! Absolutely quiet!"

Lin Yu stood up and followed.

Zhao Tianyang trailed behind, like a silent shadow.

Passing through a dark corridor, the three arrived at a spacious underground area.

It was about two hundred square meters, with thick concrete walls all around, and some sundries and medicinal herbs piled on the ground.

"Boss, look here..."

Old Gui hadn't finished speaking.

Clatter, clatter, clatter—

A sound ten times more violent than before erupted throughout the entire warehouse!

This time, it was no longer small mountains on a table.

But three, real, genuine mountains made of elixirs!

Deep red, light green, earthy yellow, the three colors of light intertwined, almost illuminating the entire dim warehouse.

Countless elixirs poured out from Lin Yu's storage ring, piling up on the ground into three terrifying mountains of treasure.

Each mountain was composed of over a thousand top-tier elixirs!

"These are the first batch of goods."

Lin Yu turned back to look at Old Gui, who was completely frozen in place.

"These are the goods I want you to help me distribute."

Old Gui's body trembled violently. He looked at the three mountains of elixirs before him, his brain no longer able to calculate their value.

One elixir was eight hundred thousand.

A thousand elixirs would be eight hundred million.

Here... there were at least three or four thousand elixirs!

That would be... three billion?

The first batch of goods?

"Thud!"

Old Gui's legs gave out, and he heavily knelt on the ground.

This time, he knelt more completely, more willingly than Zhao Tianyang.

His cloudy eyes were filled with fanaticism, fear, and a sudden enlightenment as if he had seen the ultimate truth.

He had spent his life scrambling in the black market, considering himself well-informed, but the scene before him had exceeded the limits of his imagination.

Could someone who could produce so much merchandise be an ordinary person?

Would such an existence casually ask an old man like him for help?

This was a heaven-sent opportunity, and also a trial that could lead to utter destruction!

Fail to grasp it, death!

Grasp it, instant ascent to heaven!

Old Gui's liver and guts trembled.

He made the most important decision of his life.

He heavily kowtowed to the ground, his forehead hitting the cold concrete with a dull thud.

"Boss! I, Old Gui, am willing to die for you! Please, boss, give me a chance! I am willing to sign a master-servant contract, to be your slave forever, with no second thoughts!"

To prove his loyalty, he proactively proposed the contract.

He wanted to bind himself completely to this divine chariot!

Lin Yu calmly looked at Old Gui, who was kneeling on the ground.

Master-servant contract?

He recalled Zhao Tianyang.

That invisible thread connecting their souls made him realize that the slots for master-servant contracts were extremely precious.

Each slot represented an absolute core individual who could be fully trusted and to whom one could entrust their life and death.

This Old Gui, shrewd and worldly, was a competent businessman, but he was far from meeting that standard.

"You are not qualified enough."

Lin Yu's voice wasn't loud, but it struck Old Gui like a bolt of lightning.

Not qualified enough?

Not even qualified to be a slave?

Immense disappointment and fear instantly engulfed him.

Lin Yu's heart remained unperturbed.

However, this Old Gui was indeed the most suitable candidate for managing the distribution channels at this stage.

He had to be given some hope, but not allowed to push his luck.

Just as Old Gui's heart was turning to ashes, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he remembered another type of contract rumored in the black market.

"Boss!" He suddenly looked up, his face filled with desperate madness, "If a master-servant imprint won't work, then... what about a time-limited contract! For a period of three years! This type of contract doesn't occupy a precious permanent contract slot, and it automatically terminates when the time is up! I just want a chance! A chance to serve you!"

He looked at Lin Yu, his eyes full of yearning for the future, and longing for power, without a trace of aversion to the contract.

For someone like him, who had struggled at the bottom his whole life, freedom was far less important than the chance to ascend to heaven in one step!