Chapter 60 Pan's Old Prescription
Han Ning paced back and forth with his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
"The purpose of analyzing the ingredients of medicinal liquor is nothing more than imitation, grabbing the market at a lower cost, squeezing out competitors and monopolizing the business."
"That's right! We have always operated this way." said Pap.
"But not this time."
Han Ning sighed.
"The recipe for this kind of medicinal wine is not complicated, and there are no particularly expensive or rare medicinal materials. The difficulty lies in the mixing method."
"I tried to copy it, but it was too difficult and the yield rate was too low!"
“All technical difficulties will eventually be converted into costs.”
"If we imitate this medicinal wine, the final price will be at least twice as high as Pan's Winery!"
"This unprofitable business is not worth the bother."
Papu scratched his head and asked in a low voice: "If that's the case, why does Pansen's martial arts school sell its wine so cheaply? Isn't it really a loss-making scheme to gain publicity?"
"Maybe they have mastered more advanced cocktail-mixing techniques," Han Ning guessed.
"I'll catch the kid guarding the gate at the wine shop and torture him severely. Maybe I can get the secret recipe out of him!"
Pappu looked grim.
Han Ning glared at him with cold eyes.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"If it were you, would you tell such a precious craft to a little kid guarding the gate?"
"Except for Pan Sen and his precious daughter, no one else in the martial arts gym could possibly know this secret. "
"It's not that we can't afford to offend Pansen Martial Arts School."
"But it's not worth it ! Do you understand?"
"Teacher, I understand." Pap hung his head in frustration.
Even though I'm unwilling.
However, he had to admit that the teacher was right.
There are plenty of profitable businesses in the world, and it's not worth it to take on the tough nut of Pan's Winery.
…
After the turmoil at the winery subsided, a rumor spread in the college.
It is said that the secret recipe of Pan's medicinal wine is in the hands of Pan Sen and his daughter, and will be given to Tanya as a dowry in the future.
In other words, except Tanya's future husband.
There is no way that there is a third person in this world who knows the secret recipe.
"Alan! Why do you want to spread such rumors?"
Tanya came to the door angrily to demand an explanation.
"Because I'm afraid of being kidnapped, tortured, and forced to tell me the secret recipe."
Alan was honest as always .
"If I were half as good as my sister, I wouldn't have to worry so much."
"Hmm...if you think about it carefully, this is the only solution."
Tanya scratched her head and easily forgave her junior brother who had pushed her out as a shield.
"But there's one thing I still can't figure out!"
"My friends in the Department of Natural Sciences all said that if we use the normal process to make our medicinal wine, unless the price is doubled, we will definitely lose money!"
Tanya widened her pair of black and white eyes, full of curiosity.
"Junior brother, how do you manage to sell wine at a low price and still make money?"
Alan spread his hands, looking helpless.
"Senior sister, you may not believe it, but I just used ordinary operating methods."
"As for why it is so difficult for others to create that flavor, but only I can succeed 100%?"
“Maybe, this is talent.”
…
In fact, Han Ning has analyzed 99% of the recipe of the medicinal wine.
The only thing missing is the last key ingredient.
Alan spat into the medicine.
This is his secret recipe.
A secret recipe that cannot be replicated.
…
The Heritage Island, where the Warlock Academy is located, is located in the southern waters. It has a mild climate all year round and there is no snow or ice in winter.
This made Alan, who came from Quinte Island, where the four seasons are distinct, quite uncomfortable.
Before you realize winter has arrived, it's gone.
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another spring is coming to an end.
Before he knew it, Alan had been in the Warlock Academy for more than half a year.
Under the careful guidance of mentor Pan Sen and senior sister Tanya.
After more than half a year of hard training, he finally touched the threshold of being promoted to a first-level warlock!
Meditation world.
It's another winter with heavy snow.
It was another bloody and cruel war.
The war has been raging for more than two months.
The time has finally come to decide the winner.
Frost falls on the hills and snow-capped mountains.
Augustine of the Iron Stomach Clan.
Allen, the poisonous demon of the Snow Mountain Clan.
The chiefs of the two ogre tribes, king against king.
Fighting a desperate battle!
The first stage of the showdown.
Allen and Augustine, no winner.
We have now entered the second phase.
Augustine, unleash true power!
The power that comes from the noble dragon bloodline!
"Great ancestor spirit!"
"Immortal Dragon!"
"Give me the power to defeat powerful enemies!"
Augustine, the half-green dragon ogre, stands on top of a snowy mountain.
Raise your arms high and pray to the sky!
His prayers resonated deep in his blood.
Received a response from the Green Dragon Ancestor Spirit!
Crackling!!
Augustine's bones and muscles made a crisp sound like frying beans.
The originally three-meter-tall figure suddenly grew larger!
His height was over six meters, and his weight increased eightfold, reaching four tons!
The rapidly expanding body, in an unreasonable manner, burst through the animal leather clothes.
Naked | Revealing huge chunks of muscles as solid as granite!
The surface of the muscle is covered with large pieces of hard emerald green dragon scales!
What’s more terrifying is yet to come.
Two lumps of flesh swelled up behind Augustine's shoulder blades.
As Alan watched in amazement.
With a "pop" sound, the two lumps of flesh split open at the same time.
A pair of dragon wings covered with green scales stretched out from it!
This is Augustine’s trump card—atavism and transformation!
Now he no longer has many characteristics of an ogre.
It looks more like a giant green dragon standing up.
The heavy body crushed the fragile ice.
The thick lower limbs and dragon tail slowly sank in the ice and snow.
However, when he spread his wide wings.
Become like a light bird and rise into the sky with the wind.
Augustine spread his wings and soared, looking down on his tiny opponents.
Sighing with melancholy like a poet.
"Ah, this is fate..."
"So beautiful, yet so cruel."
"I thought I had finally met an opponent of equal strength."
"Finally, I can have a good fight."
"But when I really tried my best, I was disappointed to find that my opponent was so vulnerable."
"Blue-skinned boy, who do you think I am?"
"I am the son of Kroshir, the heir to the mountains!"
"Blue-skinned bastard, who do you think you are?!"
"Tell me, who is your father and who is your mother?"
"Are you of noble descent?"
"Do you have any glorious ancestors?"
"You have nothing!"
"Where do you get the capital to challenge me?"
"Hmm? Are you worthy enough to compete with me?!"
"Even compared to ordinary ogres, you are a freak with a disgusting complexion! An inferior creature!"
"In my eyes, you are a piece of garbage!!"
