Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

"I need my own weapons factory, and the location is in this city."

"!"

Wilson had a sudden inspiration.

I never expected my boss's purpose was this.

"Once we have weapons factories, production and sales can be integrated."

“Wait a minute, boss,” Wilson said quickly. “If it’s just about building a factory, we don’t need to take over the city. We can do the same by bribing the officials in Yerkastum.”

“Your suggestion is reasonable, but there’s a problem,” Isaac laughed. “I want the factory I build to be free from anyone telling me what to do. Bribing them would mean still having to consider things from their perspective to achieve a win-win situation.”

"That's not a problem. As long as the business is run reasonably, we'll share the profits with them, and we'll still be the biggest beneficiaries."

“Hahahaha, that’s interesting,” Isaac laughed a few times and asked. “But why should it be a win-win situation?”

"Huh?"

"The benefits I desire are those that I take all of. There are no winners or losers. They don't need to come here to share the pie because I won't give them even the slightest benefit."

"..." Wilson was speechless for a moment.

George just smiled; he knew Isaac's character quite well.

“What I want is absolute control of this city, so I don’t need anyone who can win with me,” Isaac sneered. “I only need to be the winner.”

"...So, boss, what are your plans?"

“This is a long-term strategy. We’ll be heading back home tomorrow after we get the medication. Our scouting mission is now complete,” Isaac said. “Let’s make some money in New York first, and then we can think about the factory.”

"That's the only way."

Wilson nodded. The main task now is still the business in the slums, which accounts for the majority of Isaac's arms deals. In order to expand the market, in addition to Manhattan, Brooklyn also needs to be kept in mind.

George then asked, "By the way, boss, there seems to be a race here called the Twilight Race. They seem so strong, but their lives seem so miserable."

“They are strong, but they can’t maintain their bodily functions without medication. Erica is a prime example,” Isaac explained. “And the sales licenses for these drugs are held by the government of this country.”

The government-sold medicines are ridiculously expensive, and many people of the Twilight race die on the streets because they cannot afford them.

Only those of the Twilight race in this country can obtain the medicine. This is the country's strategy to effectively reduce the number of this race while increasing its national strength.

“So I plan to build a factory here and produce the drugs myself,” Isaac laughed. “Once we have the drugs, they’ll definitely work hard.”

“Then I reckon the people in power in this country won’t agree,” Wilson said helplessly.

Isaac glanced at him and chuckled.

"Then let it perish, and we will become the masters of this country."

This is also why Isaac asked them why they seized power by force.

This city, or rather this country, will never have peace from the moment Isaac saw it as prey.

Chapter 500: Testarossa

The next morning, after getting the medicine, Isaac's father planned to leave Yelkastum with Isaac and Erica.

Luca and Loretta also came to see them off.

In a typical family, when a friend's child goes home, they would say something polite like, "Come visit again next time," but Luca didn't say that.

Yerkastum is really not the kind of place you should visit often.

"Dad, how much did you spend on that medicine?"

"Twenty thousand US dollars should last until next year."

"So expensive?"

"This is a means the government uses to control the Twilight race; it's already good enough that we can buy it."

The father had no way to deal with it.

"Really……"

“Oh, right, I told you before,” the father suddenly said, “next week is Christmas, and our family is going to Portsmouth to celebrate.”

“Oh,” Isaac replied. “By the way, aren’t we Chinese? Why don’t we just celebrate the Spring Festival? Why celebrate Christmas?”

"Do you think I don't want to? Hospitals don't close for the Spring Festival."

"Your hospital will be targeted by medical disputes sooner or later."

Isaac laughed, but speaking of Christmas, Isaac recalled his childhood experiences in this world.

At that time, his memories had not yet returned, and he always believed that Santa Claus would come to deliver presents at Christmas. So on Christmas Eve when he was ten years old, Isaac put a big Christmas stocking by his bedside.

It just so happened that his father came home late that day. He had bought a Kamen Rider DVD from the store and wanted to give it to Isaac.

Unfortunately, she mixed up the R18 film she had rented at the same time with Isaac's gift.

The next day, Isaac ran into the living room yelling that Santa Claus was a lecherous old man.

"What are you planning to give me for Christmas this year, Santa Claus?" Isaac asked his father.

What do you want?

"tank."

"A tank model? That's fine."

"No, I want a real tank, like an M1A1 Abrams."

"Don't make things difficult for your old father," the father said with a wry smile, then turned to Erica and asked, "What gift would Erica like?"

Erica shook her head upon hearing this, her expression remaining unchanged.

"As long as the family can be together, that's enough."

“Hahaha, of course, we’re always family.” The father patted Erica on the shoulder and laughed. “This Christmas will be no exception.”

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Back in Manhattan, Isaac resumed his school routine.

Honestly, Isaac really didn't want to go to this lousy school anymore. The teachers treated the students like little kids.

This made Isaac, who was twenty years old, feel that his intelligence had been greatly insulted.

Fortunately, I can catch my breath during the lunch break.

"Isaac, I feel like you've been distracted lately." During lunchtime, Qianxia spent time with Isaac as usual.

“You bet! I just want to burn the school down and shut it down permanently,” Isaac said irritably. “Christmas is this weekend, finally I can do my own thing.”

"I heard we're going to Portsmouth for Christmas."

“Yes, I heard they’re going to find someone from the Testarossa family,” Isaac said after a moment of recollection. “I don’t know why my dad has so many friends.”

"Perhaps it's because my uncle liked to travel when he was young."

"Who cares? Anyway, I'm going to have some fun during my vacation."

Because Wilson and George handled the business in the slums, Isaac didn't skip class at all.

Wilson was a seasoned veteran, and during the chaos in the slums, he made a fortune for Isaac. No one, including his parents, knew that Isaac currently had more than a million dollars at his disposal.

Although there hasn't been much opportunity to spend this money yet.

Isaac actually had a vague feeling that this Christmas would probably not be peaceful.

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On the morning of Christmas Eve.

The father drove a large SUV with the family towards Portsmouth.

Since they're all on the East Coast, it only takes a few hours to drive there, usually until the afternoon.

Boom boom boom!

Isaac's father knocked on the door of a villa.

"Here it is, please wait a moment."

A soft, sweet voice came from inside the door.

As soon as he opened the door, Isaac saw a little girl with silver-white hair, about eight years old.

"Huh?"

Upon seeing the people outside, she panicked and quickly ran back to hide behind the sofa in the living room.

At the same time, a middle-aged man with the same hair color came out.

"Long time no see, Mr. Yao Dabao... no, sir."

“Karl, I’ve brought my whole family to your house for Christmas this time. Hope we haven’t been a bother?” Isaac’s father said with a smile.

“Of course not, after all, it’s been a long time since we’ve been in touch.” The man named Carl didn’t care at all, and then said to the little girl hiding behind the sofa, “Tessa, don’t be shy, come out and say hello.”

Tessa quietly peeked out from behind the sofa. After hesitating for a moment upon seeing the group, she finally came out.

"Hello... I am Tessa Testarossa, it's nice to meet you."

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, little Tessa,” Isaac’s father said with a smile. “Do you remember me? I visited your home three years ago.”

Tessa tilted her head and thought for a moment, then nodded.

'She's a very shy girl,' Isaac thought.

Recalling what his father had said that day, it seemed that there were twin siblings in the family, and both of them were 'listeners'. Perhaps this little girl named Tessa was also one of the so-called 'listeners'.

Just as he was thinking, he was punched on the head.

"Say hello to him too, Feifan."

"Oh," Isaac replied helplessly, and said to the people in front of him, "Hello, my name is Isaac."

"Haha, hello Isaac," Carl said with a smile.

Tessa only glanced at Isaac stealthily, without making any other move.

"By the way, Carl, where's your wife? And isn't your son here?"

“She’s already gone out to buy groceries and should be back soon,” Carl chuckled. “As for Leonard, he’s probably still in his room. I’ll call him out.”