Hong Kong film: The Ni family tycoon, who kills people and then amasses an army.

"Who comes first?"

Ni Yongyao looked at Annie and the other two and asked.

“I’ll give it a try first. To be honest, Ni, although I trust you completely, I’ve lived for decades and have never heard of such a thing.”

Michael Corleone said.

You will understand everything soon.

As Ni Yongyao spoke, he lightly sliced ​​Michael Corleone's fingers with the dagger, creating a sizable cut.

"Now put your hand in, and this kind of wound will heal in just a few minutes."

Ni Yongyao said.

Michael Corleone, still somewhat skeptical, placed his palm into the biological tissue repair fluid.

Immediately afterward, Michael Corleone's expression changed. He could clearly feel the changes within himself; the flesh near the wound began to itch, and the pain gradually weakened.

five minutes later.

Michael Corleone could no longer feel anything; the pain had disappeared, and the itching had gradually subsided.

"Mike, you can pick it up now."

Ni Yongyao gestured.

Upon hearing this, Michael Corleone raised his hand, then his eyes widened.

The wound on my finger has completely healed, leaving no trace.

"It actually works!"

Michael Corleone was taken aback.

Anne and the White Widow had similar expressions; all three were shocked by the powerful effects of the biological tissue repair fluid.

"Mr. Ni, where did you get these repair fluids from?"

Anne asked.

With such powerful effects, the repair solution will undoubtedly be welcomed by everyone once it hits the market. It won't be a problem for it to sell well not only in the country, but also in any corner of the world. It can truly be called a national necessity.

After all, no one can guarantee they won't get hurt.

"Forget about it. I only have some stock, not the production method."

Ni Yongyao said, sighing inwardly. These biological tissue repair fluids were the ten tons he had won in the lottery back then.

Ten tons may seem like a lot, but it can barely supply our own people.

If it were to be listed for sale, it wouldn't even be able to satisfy the market demand in Tsim Sha Tsui.

Ni Yongyao also hopes to obtain the manufacturing method. Even with just this one product, biological tissue repair fluid, it would be enough to support a pharmaceutical empire and surpass all other pharmaceutical companies.

"It's such a shame."

Anne said helplessly.

"Mr. Ni, once we've each established our own hotels on the mainland, could you sell us some of this repair fluid?"

The white widow said.

Ni Yongyao did not refuse the request, as that was his original plan; otherwise, there would have been no need to bring several people to the treatment room.

"After you successfully establish the hotel in mainland China, I will give each of you 500 kilograms."

Ni Yongyao said.

“Ni, thank you for your generosity.”

Upon hearing the number, Michael Corleone burst into laughter.

Having personally experienced the amazing effects of the biological tissue repair fluid, Michael Corleone understood even more the true value of this liquid.

Five hundred kilograms exceeded Michael Corleone's expectations; he had originally thought that Ni Yongyao would only give up a few dozen kilograms.

The White Widow and Anne were equally excited. Putting everything else aside, with these biological tissue repair fluids, they or their family members would have a more effective way to treat injuries.

Moreover, both of them keenly noticed that Michael Corleone's finger wound healed without leaving a scar, which was an irresistible attraction for women.

After visiting the Mainland Hotel, the group returned to the Ni Family Manor.

“Ni, if we were to completely replicate your situation, it would be very difficult to build it in a short period of time.”

"Michael Corleone said in a deep voice."

In a place like New York, even the Corleone family couldn't possibly control everything; there were other families to keep them in check.

To open a hotel in mainland China and monopolize the New York killer market, the Corleone family would have to go all out to make it possible.

Not to mention that after a hotel is established, it also needs to be equipped with all sorts of professional services.

"That's why only those who successfully establish hotels can join the High Table."

Ni Yongyao said calmly, "Mike, you'd better hurry."

Ni Yongyao also knew that monopolizing the New York killer market would be absolutely hellish.

New York is a megacity home to many long-established families, the Corleone family being just one of them.

Besides these families, there are countless other powerful figures crossing the river, who could easily be caught off guard and suffer a setback.

To put it bluntly, the difficulties faced by Michael Corleone far exceed those faced by Anne and the White Widow.

"I will."

Michael Corleone shrugged and said.

Even though the task was arduous, Michael Corleone had no intention of giving up. He saw the potential profits from establishing the Continental Hotel and the opportunity to join the High Table, which was enough to make the Corleone family stake a huge amount of money.

"Same goes for you two."

Ni Yongyao then looked at Annie and the White Widow and said.

"Mr. Ni, rest assured, the situation in London is much better than in New York."

Anne said.

"Moscow has always been within my family's sphere of influence, so setting up a hotel is not a problem."

The white widow said.

"very good."

Seeing that both of them were confident, Ni Yongyao nodded in satisfaction.

Michael Corleone, standing to the side, shook his head helplessly, feeling the pressure on him even heavier.

“Ni, since that’s the case, I won’t stay any longer. I’ll go back and make preparations now.”

Michael Corleone said.

"What about you? Are you going to the airport with Mike?"

Ni Yongyao asked.

"I have something I'd like to talk to you about."

Anne and the White Widow spoke at the same time.

After they finished speaking, the two looked at each other with hostile expressions.

"Young people are so great! This old man will take his leave first."

Michael Corleone saw this, shook his head, and left.

"Firefox, take Mike to the airport."

Ni Yongyao gave the instructions.

"Yes, Mr. Ni."

Firefox nodded and left the reception room with Michael Corleone. They then drove a luxury car to take the latter to Hong Kong Island International Airport.

In the manor.

Anne and the White Widow looked at each other, both finding the other extremely annoying. However, since they both came from noble families, they wouldn't actually start arguing even if they didn't like each other.

"Didn't you have something to tell me? Why are you all mute?"

Ni Yongyao crossed his legs and observed Annie and the White Widow with great interest.

"Let her speak first."

Anne pointed at the White Widow and said.

However, this time, the two spoke in unison.

"I think you two have a pretty good understanding."

Ni Yongyao said.

"tacit agreement?"

Annie snorted.

The White Widow glanced at Anne, stood up, walked to the window, looked at the view of the courtyard outside, and remained silent.