Han Ning walked around with his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
"The purpose of analyzing the ingredients of medicinal wine is nothing more than imitation, seizing the market at a lower cost, squeezing out competitors and monopolizing this business."
"That's right! We've always done it this way," Papu said.
"But not this time."
Han Ning sighed.
"The formula of this kind of medicinal wine is not complicated, and there are no particularly expensive or rare medicinal materials. The difficulty lies in the preparation method."
"I tried to imitate it, but it was too difficult and the yield rate was too low!"
"All technical difficulties will eventually be converted into costs."
"The price of imitation of this medicinal wine will be at least twice as high as that of Pan's Distillery!"
"This kind of unprofitable business is not worth the trouble."
Pappu scratched his head and asked in a low voice: "If that's the case, why is Pansen Martial Arts' wine shop selling it so cheaply? Isn't it really just a loss and a profit?"
"Maybe they have mastered a better bartending technique." Han Ning guessed.
"I'm going to catch the kid who's guarding the door of the wine shop and torture him. Maybe I can dig out the secret recipe from him!"
Pappu looked ferocious.
Han Ning glared at him, his eyes cold.
"Are you out of your mind?"
"Would you tell such a precious craft to a little kid watching the door?"
"Except Pan Sen and his baby daughter, no one else in the martial arts school can know this secret."
"Pan Sen Martial Arts School, we can't afford to offend."
"But, just for a medicinal wine recipe, it's not worth it! Do you understand?"
"Teacher, I understand." Pappu lowered his head in frustration.
Although I am unwilling to do so.
However, he had to admit that the teacher was right.
There are plenty of profitable businesses in the world, and it’s not worth chewing on the hard nut of Pan’s Winery.
……
After the turmoil in the wine shop subsided, a rumor emerged in the college.
It is said that the secret recipe of Pan's medicinal wine is in the hands of Pan Sen and his daughter, and will be used as a dowry for Tanya in the future.
In other words, except Tanya's future husband.
It is impossible for a third person in this world to know the secret recipe.
"Alan! Why are you spreading such rumors?"
Tanya went to the house angrily to investigate the crime.
"Because I'm afraid of being kidnapped, tortured, and asked for the secret recipe."
Alan is as honest as ever.
"If I were half as good as my senior sister, I wouldn't have to worry."
"Well... think about it carefully, there is no other way."
Tanya scratched her head and easily forgave her junior brother who pushed her out as a shield.
"However, there is one thing I still can't figure out!"
"My friends in the natural science department all say that if we prepare our medicinal wine according to normal techniques, unless the price triples, we will definitely lose money!"
Tanya's black and white eyes widened, full of curiosity.
"Junior brother, how do you sell wine at low prices and still make money?"
Allen spread his hands and looked helpless.
"Senior sister, you may not believe it, but I just use ordinary operating techniques."
"As for why it is so difficult for others to create that flavor, only I can succeed 100%?"
"Maybe, this is talent."
……
In fact, Han Ning has already analyzed 99% of the formula of medicinal wine.
Only the last key material is missing.
Allen spat into the medicine.
This is his secret recipe.
A secret recipe that cannot be copied.
……
The Heritage Island where the Warlock Academy is located is located in the southern sea, with a mild climate all year round and no snow or ice in winter.
This makes Allen, who comes from the Isle of Quinte, which has four distinct seasons, quite uncomfortable.
Winter has already left before you realize it is coming.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, spring is coming to an end again.
Unknowingly, it has been more than half a year since Allen came to Warlock Academy.
Under the careful guidance of tutor Pan Sen and senior sister Tanya.
After more than half a year of hard training, he finally reached the threshold of being promoted to a first-level warlock!
The world of meditation.
It’s another winter with heavy snowfall.
Another bloody and cruel war.
The war has been burning for more than two months.
Finally the moment has come to decide the winner.
Frostfall hills, tops of snow mountains.
Augustine of the Iron Stomach Clan.
Allen, the poisonous demon of the Snow Mountain Clan.
The chiefs of the two ogre tribes, king versus king.
Fighting to the death!
The first stage of the showdown.
Allen and Augustine, no matter who wins or loses.
It has now entered the second stage.
Augustine, burst out with real power!
The power derived from the noble dragon bloodline!
"Great ancestral spirit!"
"Immortal dragon!"
"Give me the strength to defeat powerful enemies!"
Augustine, the half-green dragon ogre, stands on the top of the snow-capped mountains.
Raise your arms and pray to heaven!
His prayer resonated deep in his blood.
Received a response from the Green Dragon Ancestor Spirit!
Crack, crackle!!
Augustine, all the bones and muscles in his body made crisp noises like fried beans.
The figure that was originally three meters tall suddenly grew bigger!
He is over six meters tall and his weight has increased to eight times, weighing four tons!
The rapidly expanding body, with its unreasonable attitude, severely burst the animal skin clothes and pants.
Large chunks of granite-like muscles are exposed!
The surface of the muscles is covered with large hard green dragon scales!
The more terrifying thing is yet to come.
Behind Augustine's shoulder blades, two balls of flesh swelled up.
Under Allen's surprised gaze.
With a pop, the two balls of flesh split open at the same time.
A pair of dragon wings covered with green scales stretched out from it!
This is Augustine's trump card - atavistic transformation!
Now he doesn't have many ogre characteristics.
It looks more like a standing green dragon.
The heavy body crushes the fragile ice.
The thick lower limbs and dragon tail sank slowly in the ice and snow.
But when he spreads his broad wings.
It becomes like a light bird, flying into the sky by the wind.
Augustine spread his wings and soared, overlooking his tiny opponent.
Sighing sadly like a poet.
"Ah, this is fate..."
"So beautiful, yet so cruel."
"I thought I finally met a well-matched opponent."
"Finally I can have a good fight."
"However, when I really exerted my strength, I was disappointed to find that my opponent was so vulnerable."
"Blue boy, who do you think I am?"
"I am the son of Crohir, the crown prince of the mountains!"
"Blue-skinned bastard, who do you think you are?!"
"Tell me, who is your father and who is your mother?"
"Do you have noble blood?"
"Do you have a glorious ancestral spirit?"
"You have nothing!"
"Where do you get the capital to challenge me?"
"Huh? Compared with me, are you worthy?!"
"Even compared to ordinary ogres, you are a deformed child with a disgusting complexion! An inferior product!"