With Caesar's question, Boban looked at him with a serious look and said, "what do you think is more addicting, money or drugs?"
Boban didn't wait for Caesar to answer his question and answered it himself. "It's money. Money is more addicting."
Caesar smiled. "I know. And I'm bringing you potential money in the millions."
Boban nodded his head with a smile, pleasantly surprised at the sudden appearance of a new golden goose. His head was already spinning at the possible business transactions he could do, and its profits and expenditure.
"Good, now go back to your boss or leader and tell him to come himself and we'll talk about real money," Boban said as he waved off Caesar to go away and come back with the real mastermind.
He never would have thought that there was no sort of person behind Caesar that was manipulating the strings. It was only Caesar and his brain playing the flute as they all danced around his palms.
"You can tell me now. I'm the only person who can create this product. Nobody else knows the recipe," Caesar said with confidence.
The first to react was the guard right next to Boban who had taken a taste of the Joy. He couldn't fathom the idea that this kid produced that magnificent and godly Joy powder that he couldn't take his mind off of. He wanted another taste.
Boban was surprised. He couldn't believe it for a second since this Joy sample in his desk seemed to be something that only a large corporation could accomplish.
Only with a ton of money and plenty of workers can create this sort of product after years and years of research. Do you know how hard it is to create a Joy powder this pure?
Many people have tried and failed, some even wasted millions and millions of coins to chemists to try and get a product that was at least 30% pure and still cheap enough to manufacture.
As of date, the purest and most expensive product he knew in this industry was only 25% pure. And that was from the biggest manufacturers that he knew who raked in billions upon billions of coins in annual revenue.
Boban thought that Caesar was from an obscure corporation hiding in the shadows. How else could he produce this type of product?
Now, Caesar was telling him that it was only him that created the product—him alone. That was preposterous. "Bullshit," Boban said.
"Believe it or not, I'm the only person who will sell this type of product. You can search every nook and cranny of the world, and you won't find anything better.
Boban looked at Caesar up and down. The kid was wearing tattered clothes with dirt and oil splattered across his face. He was a poor kid, Boban was sure of that. That meant that Caesar didn't get some sort of higher education that could teach him how to create a product like this.
Whatever Caesar's appearance was, the kid's eyes were clear and sharp, something that he only saw from a smart and cunning businessman in this field. Was Caesar joking? No. This kid was serious.
"I don't know if you're lying or not, nor do I care. I only care about the business," Boban said as he looked at Caesar not as a naive teenager, but a potential customer.
"How much ingredients do you want to buy? 500,000 coins worth or something more?"
"10,000 coins," Caesar said straight.
Silence filled the room. Then, followed by a booming laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Boban couldn't hold in his laugh. His voice bellowed until his stomach actually ached and he almost destroyed his desk from smacking it.
"You—you!" Boban pointed at Caesar while wiping tears from his eyes. "I thought that this was a serious business. Listen here kid, I don't deal in the tens of thousands. I only deal in the hundreds of thousands at the minimum."
Caesar let Boban laugh it out. He didn't care that he was being underestimated right now, in fact, he wanted to be underestimated. People who thought less of him always paid the price.
"Ten thousand is only to get things going. After all, I only started this business this morning," Caesar said.
Boban shook his head and said, "I don't know if you're naive or just plain stupid, but the Joy business is for big boys, not clueless kids. And here I thought you were smart."
Caesar smiled and kept a calm face. "Are you sure about that? Let me ask you a question, do you invest in a company that is already successful, or do you invest in an up and coming company that will surpass any current business in its industry. Any smart businessman will know that you should never ride a wave at its peak. Are you smart businessman?"
With Caesar's question, Boban stopped laughing and started to feel irritated. Caesar made him feel like he was an idiot who didn't know the basics about investing.
Investing in a company that has only started recently will have high risk, but it will also have a high reward. The only risk in other small companies is that no one knows if a company will be successful or not.
However, that was not the case with Caesar's Joy. His product was not only the best of the best, but it was also transcendent in that it was the only one of its kind.
Boban can already tell that the demand for the pure Joy will be astronomical. And since there was only one supplier for that kind of product, they could monopolize the whole market.
They could sell the product for 2 or three times it's normal price, and people will still buy it. That was how much the demand for pure Joy will be.
"So you are quick on the uptake. What do you think? Can you supply me the ingredients?" Caesar asked.
Boban took a few seconds to think, with his eyebrows furrowed together into one unibrow.
Then, almost as if a flash of inspiration took his mind, his mouth formed a sly smile.
"You're an orphan right? You live and breathe in trash, and you live day to day thinking if this is your last day. You never know when your next meal will be, so you ignore the growls of your stomach," Boban said in a speech while standing up.
"Do you know how rich I am? You probably haven't even seen the amount of money I make in a day. You probably can't even spell it." Boban walked to the wall and knocked three times on it.
Then, a small hatch opened up and showed a safe that was locked by a rotary combination lock, the kind that needed to be rotated to input the numbers of the password.
Boban didn't even care that Caesar could see him inputting the combination on the lock. Then, once it was opened, he took out bills and bills of cash.
He piled them onto his desk. One, two, three…until it all stacked into one giant pyramid that overwhelmed the sight of Caesar and the guards.
"This is one million Parou right here in cash. It's enough money to live comfortably for the rest of your life. You won't have to worry about food or housing. You can even enroll into a university—you can do it, I see you're a smart kid."
Boban stepped aside and let the cash take the spotlight.
Caesar looked at the pile of money right in front of him with a smile. From Boban's perspective, it seemed as if Caesar was entranced by the money. Who wouldn't be? For an orphan like Caesar, this may be the only chance he gets to see this kind of money.
Boban smiled and said, "I will give you P1,000,000 right now only if you sell me your recipe."
This was Boban's 'genius' idea. He was planning on letting Caesar be entranced by the enormous amount of money, which would force him to sell the recipe to him.
Once he had the recipe, he could start his own production of the pure Joy using the ingredients that he had. With his business acumen and his numerous connections, he could create a Joy empire that could make him the richest man in the world. The prospect of it almost made him ejaculate.
"No," Caesar said without hesitation.
Caesar wasn't an idiot. He could make more than one million coins with his Joy recipe. He wasn't even planning on selling his recipe even if someone offered him one billion coins.
Boban's smile faded as he heard Caesar's denial. Then, he shook his head in disappointment. He went back to his desk and pulled open a drawer. He took out a Colt Navy Revolver and pointed it at Caesar.
"Give me the recipe, or die."