The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 682

Philip immediately responded, “According to what you’re saying, the Larson family can get through the local market? You must know that this new drug developed by my wife’s company has unlimited prospects in the future. I’m not familiar with the Larson family, but you’re telling me to cooperate with you just like this? It’s too hasty.” As soon as his words fell, Cynthia’s eyes brightened. She stared fixedly at Philip and said, “As long as Beacon has the intention, we can discuss anything. I might as well tell you, although the Larson family is not as important in the local market as before, we have the absolute right to speak abroad! In the foreign pharmaceutical industry, the Larson family definitely has enough weight.

As long as Beacon and the Larson family reach an agreement and the new drug is promoted abroad, the future profits can be this number.” Cynthia held up one finger. “One hundred billion?” Philip said. Melody coughed in fright at this number. One hundred billion?! Were these two people talking about business or bragging? The company of Philip’s wife was so amazing?

said slowly, “Our conservative estimation... Trillions of market profits.” A trillion! Melody spluttered, staring at them with wide eyes. She felt as if she was looking at a pair of lunatics. “Cynthia, do you have a fever?” Melody touched Cynthia’s forehead. Cynthia rolled her eyes at Melody and continued to look at Philip before saying seriously, “How about it?” Philip thought for a moment before he replied, “Well, I can consider it, but what I want to know is, can you represent the Larson family?” Represent the Larson

frowned and looked at Philip, not knowing what the other party was thinking. “What do you want?” Cynthia asked. “Nothing much. I’m open to a discussion, but I want to do it with the Larson family in Fernvale. How about that?” Philip grinned as he asked.

group of people and asked with a smile, “Miss Larson, what do you think?” Cynthia punched him from the back and said dully, “You still have the mood to talk about this? Aren’t they here for you?” Philip shook his head in uncertainty and watched as the bald man led the group of people, swaggering toward him. Philip felt a bit helpless. He just wanted to have a good dinner, talk about business, and enquire about the Larson family. Why was it so difficult? The bald leader glanced at the skinny Philip and the two great beauties next to him. His eyes suddenly gleamed with a trace of evil desire. Pointing at Philip’s nose, he said, “Are you Philip Clarke?” Philip shrugged, nodded, and said, “I am, and you are?” “The one after your life!”

opposite Philip, picked up the steak