Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 33 Making the Cake Bigger

Drogo stared at the huge liquid fermentation tank with curiosity. The window on the side was just right for him to observe the situation inside.

The huge stirring blades pushed the bright red viscous liquid to blend and ferment, producing wave after wave of gurgling bubbles.

I’m addicted. Really addicted.

Been watching for half an hour.

Who doesn’t like watching large equipment working? In the past, he could watch excavators digging the ground at the construction site for a whole day.

A bulldozer is fine, but a tower crane is not. They are too thin and long and don't look as powerful as the other ones.

"The healing potion you requested." Elsa handed the freshly bottled potion to Drogo.

Of course he was not injured. Even if he was injured, drinking healing potions would not work. Natural recovery is several times faster than taking medicine.

It just wanted to try it. The dragon race's strong physical talent allowed it to try anything without any problem, so when it saw something it had never eaten before, it wanted to have a bite first.

After drinking a bottle of healing medicine, I felt very familiar, like Chinese medicine diluted many times, slightly bitter, with a slight sweet aftertaste after swallowing, and some sourness of lemon peel.

I always feel like something is missing.

Suddenly I saw a huge air bag attached to the top of the fermentation tank, so I said to Xin 104, "Ask the engineers here what this air bag is for."

After a while, Xin 104 returned, "The gas bag is used to collect the forbidden gas produced by fermentation. It will be sold to alchemists to make fire extinguishing agents."

"Gas ban?" If he was still in the third year of high school, he would be able to react immediately and figure out the testing method. Unfortunately, he has graduated for so many years. After thinking about it for a long time, his head itched and he felt like he needed to grow a brain.

Finally, Drogo said, "Prepare slaked lime. Dissolve it in water. Let it sit for a while and take the clear part. I can use it."

Soon, the experimental materials were ready.

Because there were no transparent containers, the colorless glass wine glasses left by Lagu were requisitioned. This thing is a luxury at the current stage of productivity.

Fill half a cup with clear lime water, cut a hole in the packed air bag, and connect a straw to the glass.

The solution immediately turned into a turbid milky white color, and after aeration continued for a while, the solution became clear again.

It really is carbon dioxide!
Elsa's eyes widened. "What kind of magic is this? So you are an alchemist."

"Hmph," Drogo snorted contemptuously, "If you don't study hard, life will be full of magic."

Then he said to Xin 104: "Please write it down and pass it to the pharmacist. I have a bold idea..."

While the pharmacist was conducting a small experiment, several druids from the Spore Society were anxiously waiting in the reception room.

The younger one asked, "Should we continue to protest later?"

"Of course we must protest, and we must protest forcefully."

"But Lagu is missing now. Will we also be..."

"The gods of nature will bless us."

"But hasn't the God of Nature already..."

"cough!"

The older druid glared at him, signaling him not to say the wrong thing.

At this moment, Ren 82 opened the door of the reception room and Aisha and Drogo walked in.

It was not difficult to tell from the surprised looks of several druids that they obviously did not expect that the person coming for the talks was such a young girl.

Elsa sat down and said, "Let's talk about cooperation..."

"I refuse!" Before Aisha could finish her words, the young druid stood up with a bang as if a firecracker had exploded under his butt, and shouted with a determined look, "The druids of the Spore Society will never be corrupted by mechanical slaves!"

The reception room fell into an eerie silence.

"What happened to him?" Aisha asked uncertainly. "Well, he ate too many uncooked mushrooms a few days ago, and something went wrong with his brain."

The older druid hastily pulled him back to his chair, "Excuse me, excuse me, we are very willing to cooperate."

The young druid looked at his mentor in shock, as if his young heart had been betrayed.

"Okay," Aisha brought the topic back on track, "We plan to expand the production scale of therapeutic potions, and there is a big shortage of professional talents, so we hope you can join the pharmacy."

"But we swore an oath to use only natural methods to make potions."

"It's okay. I didn't intend to let you participate in the production line. The quality control of potions produced by the traditional druid method is too difficult to guarantee."

The older druid didn't quite understand what the word "quality control" meant, but he also knew that there was a huge gap between the upper and lower limits of the effects of potions produced by the association. Although the upper limit was higher than that of mechanized production, how low the lower limit was depended on the luck of the person drinking the potion.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been forced into a state of having no room to survive by the pharmaceutical factories.

"So what do we need to do?"

"Be responsible for high-end products. In other words, I want you to make the most expensive medicine."

The druids didn't understand that their potions were already unpopular due to their high prices, yet they made them the most expensive.

Aisha continued, "The pharmacy will provide you with concentrated active ingredients, and you can add them to your traditional medicines in a certain proportion. Does your association have any special features that you can promote?"

"Um, could you be a little more specific?" The druid couldn't keep up with the train of thought at all. The people in the city were already very strange, and this person was even stranger.

"It's something that's unique to your association. Other associations don't have it. It sounds very powerful. It would be best if it has a legendary background."

"There is a pond of water. The God of Nature once lived by the water when he walked the world."

"Okay, this is it. The potion comes from the lake water blessed by the gods. The slogan is 'We don't produce potions, we are just the porters of the God of Nature.'"

"But the water has no special effect."

"It doesn't need to be there, as long as people feel that it's effective. Remember to classify the water into several qualities. The quality at the source is the highest. Only one hundred bottles are produced each month. To ensure scarcity, one bottle costs at least three gold coins."

"What! Is anyone going to buy it if it's so expensive?" The druid was shocked by the price. In the past, the best healing potion cost less than fifty silver coins per bottle, and low-quality ones only cost dozens of copper coins.

"No, so we have to tell the story well. Painters and craftsmen will come to you later to design a batch of bottles with druidic characteristics. Sort out all the legends you have recorded and bring them here. Someone will polish the story."

In the next two hours, Aisha talked about a lot of marketing plans, giving the druids a little bit of profiteer shock.

It wasn't until the evening that the druid of the Spore Society left, falling into deep self-doubt.

"Are we involved in some evil incident? I think the most cunning devil is no more than this."

The young druid said in a trance.

"Yes, and it seems not," the older druid answered hesitantly, "Although it is a bit immoral, they don't seem to cheat the poor."

In the office, Aisha asked Drogo in confusion: "If you develop such an expensive potion to make money, why do you lower the price of ordinary potions?"

Drogo picked up the wine glass, and the dark red liquid inside was bubbling wildly. It was a healing potion that had carbon dioxide injected into it, sugar added, and ice cubes placed in it.

"The official answer is that they seize the market through low prices, gain an advantage, and then build their own raw material supply lines and cargo transportation lines to keep costs down. In this way, other pharmaceutical factories that come later cannot participate in the competition because their costs are too high."

"What about the unofficial answer?"

"The people who need healing potions the most are workers, farmers, the lowest-level adventurers, and those who are too afraid to seek out doctors or priests when they are injured and want to get through it on their own. I want to make healing potions that they can afford."

"Which one is your answer?" Elsa looked at Drogo curiously, with no expression on the dragon's face.

Drogo raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp. Although it was not a 100% authentic reproduction, the cold, bubbly drink still reminded him of the past.

Ice Coke is really delicious.

Looking at the sunset, Drogo smiled and replied: "Guess, maybe it's both."

(End of this chapter)