Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Cultivator

CHAPTER 100

After Wei Zipin was carried out of the room by the paramedics, the group of tycoons sat down to continue the meeting.

"Master Chen, your Spirit Water is incredible. I have sent it to the lab for some testing, and they told me that the mineral content and water quality were no different than that of normal water, yet it has miraculous healing effects." Baldy Liu slapped his thigh and exclaimed.

Chen Fan cracked a faint smile.

Spirit Qi was not something that a machine in the lab was able to detect.

"Master Chen, how much of that Spirit Water can you produce a day?" Xu Ao asked thoughtfully.

For most of the magnates of Jiang Bei region, the biggest draw of the event was not only to see Master Chen but also the billion-yuan industry he had created. The Spirit Water could rake in over ten billion yuan a year in pure profit—a number that would entice even the richest man on earth.

Chen Fan gave Third Lord Wei a look, and the latter quickly overcame grief for his son and presented the details of their business plan.

"Two to three hundred bottles a day, and Master Chen would take only fifty thousand out of the sale?" Some businessmen gasped as yuan signs glinted in their eyes.

The price of a hundred thousand per bottle was recommended by The Third Lord Wei. If the businessmen played their sales tactics right, they might even be able to get a much higher price than that.

"This is a profitable business." Old Man Zhen nodded approvingly.

Once everyone was on board with the plan, the attendees started to iron out the final details.

They knew that Chen Fan wouldn't give away the Spirit Water freely; in order to get it, they would have to exchange the product with the resources they possessed. Before they went in length to negotiate the payments, Xu Ao put in seriously: "Master Chen, nearly all the bosses from Jiang Bei attended this meeting except for Lord Wu of Jiang Zhou City."

"Lord Wu?" Chen Fan furrowed his brows.

He remembered that Zhou Tianhao had mentioned this name to him before. Lord Wu worked under Tang Yunaqin of the Jin City.

"Traitor! Does he really think that Jiang Bei is still the same place as it used to be?" Baldy Liu cursed with a cold sneer.

"I will handle this matter myself." Chen Fan nodded and said.

Chen Fan's words caught everyone off guard. They wagered that Chen Fan was going to punish Lord Wu personally. Many businessmen already started to gloat over Lord Wu's imminent fall from grace.

The meeting at the top of the Tian Shen hotel wasn't over until midnight.

By then, the guests in the dining hall, such as Jiang Churan had long since returned home.

Jiang Churan knocked on the door with drowsiness in her head. When Auntie Tang answered the door, she was taken aback by Jiang Churan's frightened and shaken look on her face.

"Ran-Ran; what happened to you?"

Jiang Churan managed a smile, but she had kept her silence.

On the Sofa, Jiang Haishan was reading Milton Friedman's A Monetary History of the United States. When he heard his daughter at the door, he looked up and noticed something was off about Jiang Churan. He furrowed his brows and asked: "Ran-Ran, what's up with that face? Haven't you gone to the Tian Shen Banquet?"

He suddenly remembered something, so he continued with an angry voice: "Did Chen Fan get on your nerves again?"

Jiang Haishan shook his head and lamented, "He is so arrogant. I have said it before, and I will say it again, Li Yichen is much better than him."