As expected.
Mr. Zachmann enthusiastically ntioned, "This was given to by your cousin. She said this dicine was developed by the Pharmaceutical Association, and it’s incredibly rare and not available on the market. It’s quite rare, and she only managed to get one through the association’s connections."
"Nathalie, do you think this small pill looks like the one you gave ?"
Mr. Zachmann didn’t really think that the dicine Caryn gave him was the ’supplent’ Nathalie provided. He just thought it was quite a coincidence.
He laughed and said, "The mont I saw this dicine, I had this feeling. It looks just like the one you gave ."
Nathalie opened the box and saw the small pill lying quietly inside, which was very familiar to her.
It was hers.
"It’s said that this dicine sells for seven figures on the black market."
Mr. Zachmann chuckled and shook his head in disbelief.
"What kind of dicine sells for that much? She must have been scamd."
"..." In theory, it indeed sells for seven figures per pill on the market.
Because she’s been busy lately, there’s been a shortage on the black market for a long ti. She didn’t expect Caryn could still obtain one pill.
Caryn saying this dicine is worth seven figures isn’t wrong either.
"Probably." Nathalie responded lazily.
She casually closed the lid of the box, returned it to him, and then turned to take out a glass bottle from the single shoulder bag she brought along, handing it to the old man.
With a reserved expression, she spoke softly, "Grandpa, I brought you a new bottle of supplents. Please keep it."
"Why did you buy it for again?"
Mr. Zachmann was surprised to see the familiar glass bottle, without a single label, and wondered why Nathalie brought him another one.
"I haven’t even finished the previous bottle you bought . There’s still half left, and I’ve been much healthier lately than before. Don’t waste money on ..."
Nathalie didn’t explain much and succinctly said, "This is a new version. Finish the previous bottle first, then use this one."
She had researched quite a bit of information recently and improved the formula.
This was the newly made small pill.
The new small pill, compared to the previous one, could be considered an enhanced version!
The small pill Caryn gave to Mr. Zachmann was a semi-finished product before she modified the formula. It was effective, but not comparable to the new version.
After she improved the formula this ti,
She only made about 20 pills.
She divided them into three glass bottles, one for Mr. Zachmann, one for Mr. Yancey, and another for her dad.
Only one was left.
Lowie Wilmar had told her many tis that the small pills had been out of stock on the black market for a long ti, and whatever was left would likely end up being sold.
Money, she didn’t lack.
So she never thought of selling these things.
For items like the small pill, which require a lot of effort to make, she would certainly prioritize giving them to her family.
The rest would co later.
Mr. Zachmann saw the girl’s serious expression.
He took the dicine and earnestly put it away.
He made a special effort to place the supplent Nathalie gave him in his small drawer, treating it with more importance than the supposedly precious dicine Caryn had repeatedly told him about.
After putting away the new ’supplents’, Mr. Zachmann returned, with a kind and gentle look, and asked the girl, "Oh, by the way, next week your cousin is hosting a family recognition banquet. Are you going?"
Nathalie, with sharp eyebrow bones, showed little interest, stuck her hands in her pockets, and casually zipped up her backpack, "Nope."
"No ti."
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