Albert Foster's lips curved into a cold sneer, "Go on, Julian."
Julian Cooper remained calm, smiling as he said, "Giving your prescription's patent to the Coopers and licensing our pharmaceutical factory exclusive production rights would be the greatest help to Daniel."
Albert patiently listened to him finish speaking before coldly mocking, "So that's what you were up to, going to such great lengths just for this. It seems that the Coopers want to marry not my daughter but my prescription formula."
He had just been wondering why this old coot was so generous, offering shares worth fifty billion yuan.
Turns out he wanted to trade a piece of meat for an entire pig; his prescription patent alone could sell for a hundred billion yuan, and if it went into production, it could easily rake in trillions of yuan.
Humph, what a clever calculation.
