Bai Yan hung up the phone, turned the car around, and headed for the nearest bank.
He was going to transfer money to Li Xiaoman’s account and let her start preparing to set up the company.
All the way there, Bai Yan was troubled by a headache. Although determined to start a company, he was somewhat clueless about which industry to choose.
After all, even a Demon Lord isn’t omnipotent; in the realm of business, Bai Yan was truly ignorant.
However, there’s a saying that goes: When in doubt about domestic issues, consult Baidu; when it comes to foreign matters, ask Google!
With nothing else to do in the car, Bai Yan took out his phone and googled.
After browsing through countless posts, he concluded that in global business, the most lucrative industries are pharmaceuticals, real estate, and e-commerce!
Among these three, Bai Yan was most interested in pharmaceuticals.
In a person’s life, buying a house can wait.
Shopping online can also be replaced by going to brick-and-mortar stores.
But when you fall ill, you can’t not take medicine!
Birth, aging, illness, and death are the natural order of life.
"System, let me ask you something. The Talent Skill of the Demon Tree, secreting Life Juice—how effective is it for ordinary people? What kind of illnesses can it treat? Can it be mass-produced into medical capsules or something?"
Bai Yan inquired within his mind.
Clearly, Bai Yan had set his sights on the Demon Tree.
The System’s mechanical voice responded: "The juice secreted by the Demon Tree contains powerful Life Force, which can be used by ordinary people. It addresses toxins and harmful cells in the body at their roots. The world the Host resides in is a low-tech dimension; in theory, any disease that appears in this world could be perfectly treated by the Demon Tree’s juice."
"However, there is a prerequisite for the Demon Tree to secrete Life Juice; the Demon Tree must first absorb the Life Force from a living being in order to produce Life Juice."
"Mass production isn’t difficult, as long as the Host has enough Demon Trees, any amount of Life Juice is possible! However, Life Juice is of little use to Demons, and its effects are minimal on non-ordinary beings."
The System honestly provided an explanation and then went silent.
"Cancer? Is it curable?"
"What about external injuries?"
Unable to hold back, the System took the initiative to clarify: "Host, the diseases of the world of ordinary humans, how could they pose a problem to the Life Juice of the Demon Tree! The Life Juice of the Demon Tree is comparable to the Water of Life of the Elf Clan in a high-magic dimension!"
This System, is it actually sick of its Host’s questioning?
"Last question, how do I make sure every Demon I cultivate is a Demon Tree and not some other type of Demon?"
"Host, you can actually specify and cultivate the Demon you want already, detailed instructions can be found within the Demon Breeding Farm."
The System truthfully answered.
"Alright, I’m done asking."
Bai Yan’s lips curved into a happy smile.
He didn’t need the Life Juice of the Demon Tree to treat Demons; he was only going to treat ordinary humans!
Tell me, if there were a medicine in this world capable of curing all diseases, how many wealthy individuals would go crazy for it???
And what else could be more profitable than a Universal Medicine!!!
For ordinary humans, the Life Juice secreted by the Demon Tree is a Universal Medicine!
The Maybach pulled up into a nearby parking lot, and Bai Yan got out, looking for a bank. He entered the bank, ready to make a transfer.
"Hello, sir, how may I help you?"
A bank clerk greeted Bai Yan with a polite smile.
"I’d like to make a transfer."
Bai Yan said with a smile.
"Hey! Kid, mind if I go first and handle my business?"
A white man about 1.8 meters tall, wearing a white sweatshirt, stood behind Bai Yan, his bulging muscles evident as he spoke arrogantly to Bai Yan.
Bai Yan gave him a disinterested look, unimpressed by his muscles, then turned his head away no longer paying him any mind.
The white big guy got snubbed and glared fiercely at Bai Yan’s retreating figure.
The bank teller manipulated her computer for a bit and then smiled, "Please hand me your bank card, and how much would you like to transfer?"
Bai Yan passed his bank card through the glass window.
The bank teller was taken aback, looking at Bai Yan somewhat blankly.
"I said, I want to transfer a billion."
Bai Yan touched his nose, helplessly stating.
"A billion? Hahaha, kid, you must be daydreaming, right? With your attire, all street vendor clothes, you think you have a billion in savings? Probably don’t even have ten thousand!"
The man in the white sweatshirt laughed loudly, mocking from behind Bai Yan.
Bai Yan glanced at him, too lazy to argue with such people.
The bank teller, also somewhat skeptical, went through the procedure and opened up the backend for Bai Yan’s bank account.
There displayed on Bai Yan’s bank card backend a long string of digits, and those zeroes entered her sight.
"Units, tens, hundreds, thousands, ten thousands..."
The teller counted under her breath, then she looked up, her face full of shock as she looked at Bai Yan.
1222, followed by pure zeroes, six of them!!!
Twelve billion two hundred and twenty million Australian dollars!!!
This unremarkable and delicate-looking young man is actually a hidden tycoon!
"Brat, I told you not to come to the bank and show off if you’ve got nothing. Coming here pretending to make transfers like other people, aren’t you just wasting the staff’s working efficiency!"
"And could it be that all people of your kind are ? I’ve studied abroad in Japan, and I’ve heard that people from Hua Xia like to put on airs. Could it be that you’re from Hua Xia?"
The man in the white sweatshirt said carelessly, "Kid, move aside, let me go ahead and conduct my business."
The teller stopped the man in the white sweatshirt from cutting in line, respectfully saying to Bai Yan, "May I ask if this gentleman really wishes to transfer one billion?"
Bai Yan nodded his head, ignoring the man in the white sweatshirt behind him from start to finish.
"The amount you wish to operate is quite large. I need to contact our manager to serve you. Please wait a moment."
The teller then left the counter and soon brought over a black man in a black suit.
"Hello, I am the bank manager, my name is Aldus, may I ask how should I address this gentleman?"
Aldus brightened up when he saw Bai Yan, rushing over with extreme enthusiasm, shaking Bai Yan’s hands warmly.
"My name is Bai Yan, please help me with the transfer quickly, I’ve got other things to do."
Bai Yan subtly pulled his hands back; he wasn’t keen on shaking hands with a man for too long.
"Of course, of course, Mr. Bai, please follow me to the VIP room for your transaction!"
Upon hearing Bai Yan’s name, Aldus immediately switched to fluent Hua Xia language, then with a smiling face, bent over, and invited Bai Yan to leave the bank hall.
For a bank manager, mastering several languages is trivial, as they need to ensure normal communication with many international big clients to enhance rapport.
And in Aldus’s eyes, Bai Yan was undoubtedly a super VIP client!
That teller had indeed informed him that this young man’s card contained a whopping twelve billion Australian dollars! If he could coax him into buying some funds, investing in projects or the time, he could make a big sum of money!
Even if doing nothing at all, just by taking good care of this gentleman, thereby preventing him from transferring the money to store in another bank, it would be a notable achievement for the manager.
Bai Yan followed Aldus into the VIP room, while the teller returned to her seat and said to the man in the sweatshirt, "May I ask what business you need to handle?"
The man in the sweatshirt was still engulfed in surprise, his face stunned as he watched Aldus respectfully escort Bai Yan away. The fawning look on Aldus’s face nearly made him think Bai Yan was an elderly figure at the level of Aldus’s grandfather!
This bank manager... was too damn solicitous toward this yellow-skinned monkey!
"This kid... really has a billion?"
The man in the sweatshirt swallowed and inquired with the teller.
His expression was now completely different from when he mocked and looked down on Bai Yan, his mind filled with shock.
The teller glared at the big man with a hint of disgust; no one liked people who judged others condescendingly.
"Sorry, that is confidential customer information. I can’t disclose anything."
The teller responded with a professional smile on her face.
The white big guy shook all over.
Even if the teller didn’t say it, he could guess that Bai Yan’s card definitely had a large deposit of over one billion Australian dollars; otherwise, the bank manager wouldn’t have been so polite to him.
This kid really has a billion Australian dollars!
Turns out, people from Hua Xia don’t just like to show off, they are genuinely incredible!