After Murphy took the gold coin, Locke left.
Murphy stayed there for a while and finally put the gold coin away.
Gringotts had already suspected him, and the way to exchange currency through Gringotts was not feasible. Locke was actually Murphy's only choice at this time.
And, in fact, he liked this goblin quite a bit.
Much cuter than most old-fashioned and stubborn wizards.
After sweeping several pharmacies in Diagon Alley with Galleons again and agreeing with the store owners on future purchases, Murphy returned to the Darkholm mansion.
After processing the herbs according to the previous example, Murphy breathed a sigh of relief.
This time, a lot of raw materials were purchased, and it took him a lot of effort just to crush and mix them.
However, the materials were still not enough.
And it was not a long-term solution for him to go to Diagon Alley to transport materials again and again.
Not to mention that it is too easy to attract attention, just the back and forth is annoying enough.
"We must produce the raw materials ourselves. Plant Dictamnus ourselves."
There are few wizards and the demand for Dictamnus is small. It is enough to rely on the sporadic planting of wizards in front of and behind their houses.
But this output is not enough in the Muggle world.
In the final analysis, the size of the wizarding world is too small. Even if the Dictamnus in the wizarding world is emptied, it may be difficult to meet the Muggles' demand for Dictamnus essence, which is now the Cloud White Medicine.
"I will find a way to build a Dictamnus farm when I go back."
"But before the farm is established, maybe I should hire someone to take over these odd jobs."
Things like purchasing and processing raw materials do not require much technical skills, but they are very time-consuming. He is too lazy to do it himself.
But this person must be a wizard.
After thinking for a while, a round face with freckles popped up in Murphy's mind.
It's you, the shit-making wizard!
He wrote a letter.
The content is as follows:
"Dear Alex Wood:
The potion you make is a pile of shit!
Slug and Giggs' pharmacy is also a pile of shit!
Stay in the shit pile opened by the stupid brothers will only hurt you.
Come work for me, I will let you see the future of potions."
Signed: Peter Parker.
Then let the owl deliver the letter to Slug and Giggs' pharmacy, Murphy didn't care about it anymore, and turned to find Patrick.
"I need you to help me get a piece of land."
Patrick was used to Murphy's elusiveness, and did not question his sudden idea. He just asked: "What is it used for?"
"Growing medicinal herbs."
Patrick understood, "Raw materials for Baiyao?"
Murphy nodded.
Patrick thought for a while, made a few more phone calls, and came back to Murphy and said: "Scientific land is basically wasteland, which is easy to apply for, but land that can be used to grow medicinal herbs must meet at least level 3 standards, which is not easy to apply for. And for future expansion and confidentiality considerations, open-air land is not suitable for us."
The arable land in the UK is very tight, and it is difficult to obtain land in Murphy's expectations, but Murphy has indeed not considered the issue of confidentiality.
"What do you think?"
"Have you ever heard of soilless cultivation or vertical farms?"
Murphy really didn't think about it, mainly because he had no idea about the technology in the Muggle world at that time. "Is it possible now?"
Patrick nodded. "Now the technology is very mature and very popular in countries with scarce arable land. Last year, the area of soilless cultivation in the Netherlands reached 2,500 hectares. Technically, there is no big problem."
The concept of soilless cultivation or even vertical farms is not new. What hinders its development is actually the cost issue.
This production method is only valuable in areas where arable land is extremely scarce and the cost of soilless cultivation or vertical farms is lower than that of traditional natural farming, or when the agricultural products produced in this way have a much higher value than naturally cultivated crops.
However, these limitations are not a problem in Murphy's view.
The profit margin of Yunduan Baiyao is too high. Even if its planting cost is several times higher than that of ordinary methods, it is completely acceptable.
"This is a great idea!"
Soilless cultivation directly frees agricultural production from land restrictions. The only factor that affects its geographical location is light, and the range of optional locations is much larger.
Moreover, compared with a large open-air farmland, a closed building is obviously easier to manage and can better ensure its confidentiality.
Find a remote place, enclose a piece of wasteland, build a few buildings, who knows what you are planting if you don't tell them? In fact, who knows what you are planting?
And this plan has another benefit.
Compared with traditional land planting, soilless cultivation has greatly increased the controllability of the environment, which is conducive to the research and cultivation of plant properties.
The entire farm can be regarded as a white fresh research base.
This coincides with Murphy's original idea of integrating production and research.
This model can also be extended to other magic potions in the future.
"Let's do it! You go and draw up a plan, and we'll move forward as soon as possible." Murphy said, "By the way, has the second batch of orders arrived?"
"I have to report to you even if you don't ask me," Patrick said, with a smile on his face that he couldn't suppress a little, "Yunduan Baiyao is popular. Our orders have been scheduled for three months later!"
"So fast? The materials I got this time are probably only enough for 5,000 bottles of stock solution..."
"It doesn't matter," Patrick comforted, "The production capacity I disclosed to the outside world is 50,000 pieces per day, and these materials should be enough to support it for a while."
Five thousand bottles of stock solution are about 15 liters, which is about 1.5 million pieces when converted into various products that only need two or three drops of stock solution.
If it is shipped at a rate of 50,000 pieces per day, it will be enough to support a month.
Murphy breathed a sigh of relief, "You still have a way, hunger marketing, great!"
"This is also a stopgap measure. The farm matter is urgent. I will implement it as soon as possible."
"By the way, you just said that Baiyao is popular. What do you mean?"
Patrick took a few newspapers and handed them to Murphy, "You will know after you take a look."
Murphy took a look. They were all mainstream newspapers in the Muggle world: The Times, The Guardian, The Daily Telegraph, The Financial Times, etc.
Look at the pages that Patrick folded specially.
"Miracle! Magical Cloud Baiyao!"
"A magical drug that suddenly appeared, experts say it will change the world"
"Another retreat of the god of death, the miracle of Baiyao!"
"A magical drug that subverts medical cognition, what kind of company is Umbrella?"
"Golden sales strikes again, this time, creating an era! "
"Out of stock! Appointments are scheduled for half a year later. What is so magical about Yunduan Baiyao?"
"The creator of the magic medicine, an interview with Patrick"
Murphy glanced at it and saw almost all words of praise, and there were also many shocking remarks made by medical professionals. He was in a good mood and his vanity was greatly satisfied.
That's right. The effect of the potion is a dimensionality reduction attack on Muggles. It is normal to have such a reaction.
The group of wizards looked like they were used to it, which made him embarrassed to show too much surprise, so as not to be regarded as a bumpkin. He was so depressed.
"By the way, Patrick, you didn't say anything about me."
In order to avoid the further expansion of the influence of the Umbrella Company in the future and attract the attention of wizards, Murphy used a pseudonym, "Murphys Annon" when registering.
All relevant information is fake. As long as Patrick doesn't say it, no one can find any information about Murphy through this name.
"No, it's just that this may cause misunderstandings from the outside world, making them think that I am the actual controller of the company."
"It doesn't matter, this is exactly what I want."
With Patrick helping him attract firepower, he was happy to hide in the back and develop in a wretched manner.
Low-key development, accumulating food and slowly becoming king, at least now, it is far from the time for him to stand in front of the stage.
But what he didn't know was that someone had actually noticed him.
In a gloomy old house that Muggles could never reach, a man with long light blond hair put down the letter in his hand and frowned. After a while, he said to the darkness: "Bring Slug to see me, right away!"
(End of this chapter)