The First Heir

They needed at least two billion in investments this time!

Henry could afford that much himself, but he could not possibly contribute so much at once. He would require approval and red tape from all parties.

That was why the medical developments in the country could not keep up with those from overseas.

Now that Mr. Clarke had agreed to invest that amount, though, that would speed up domestic research by at least five years!

Five whole years!

That would take so much blood, sweat, and tears from so many diligent medical personnel.

Henry Turner knew very well how much every medical researcher toiled away behind the scenes, doing what looked like mundane and meaningless experiments.

That was why he was so grateful.

It was not just him, either. His students in the room were extremely excited too.

They knew that their teacher had brought them here and treated this man to a meal for a reason.

They needed to find someone who was willing to donate two billion.

That was not a small sum by any means.

Who would ever want to invest in a medical project that could go five or even ten years without a tangible result?

Everyone was getting emotional, and they all cheered to Philip’s health.

It took a while before Henry finally calmed down. He ventured carefully, “Mr. Clarke, we need an astronomical amount of funding this time. Are you sure you’re willing to invest in us?”

Henry did not trust Philip. He

a ray of hope, only to have it dashed

much money do you need?”

difficulty, “Two billion. Also, we might not be able to give you a return on your investment within five to ten

His heart was pounding.

celebration that he remembered just how enormous a sum

expression changed slightly when he heard that

branch must only have a contract with Beacon Pharmaceutical, and you must work with Wynn Johnston, an employee

said,

moment, everyone in

calmly drinking his tea without a word

really was

of Confucious on Mount Fuji, he spent

so he could give them the

could not allow others to bully his country,

hundred years had passed since then, he still made sure to pay

Hot tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr. Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical workers everywhere, I thank you with all my heart.

old and gray, but right here and now, his blood was

such a boon

he never dared

to their feet

dominating the area and limiting our access to medical technology, refusing to share their knowledge with us. I’ve gotten quite sick of that. All I ask is that all of you can dedicate

The applause was rapturous.

of food

unfortunate coincidence awaited him

to him