The first heir novel (Master Yu Who Smokes)
Chapter 682

Philip immediately responded, "According to what you're saying, the Larson family can get through the local market? You must know that this new drug developed by my wife's company has unlimited prospects in the future. I'm not familiar with the Larson family, but you're telling me to cooperate with you just like this? It's too hasty."

As soon as his words fell, Cynthia's eyes brightened. She stared fixedly at Philip and said, "As long as Beacon has the intention, we can discuss anything. I might as well tell you, although the Larson family is not as important in the local market as before, we have the absolute right to speak abroad! In the foreign pharmaceutical industry, the Larson family definitely has enough weight. As long as Beacon and the Larson family reach an agreement and the new drug is promoted abroad, the future profits can be this number."

Cynthia held up one finger.

"One hundred billion?" Philip said.

Melody coughed in fright at this number.

One hundred billion?!

Were these two people talking about business or bragging?

The company of Philip's wife was so amazing? What new medicine?

Cynthia shook her head and said slowly, "Our conservative estimation... Trillions of market profits."

A trillion!

Melody spluttered, staring at them with wide eyes. She felt as if she was looking at a pair of lunatics.

"Cynthia, do you have a fever?"

Melody touched Cynthia's forehead.

Cynthia rolled her eyes at Melody and continued to look at Philip before saying seriously, "How about it?"

Philip thought for a moment before he replied, "Well, I can consider it, but what I want to know is, can you represent the Larson family?" Represent the Larson family?

Cynthia frowned and looked at Philip, not knowing what the other party was thinking.

"What do you want?" Cynthia asked.

"Nothing much. I'm open to a discussion, but I want to do it with the Larson family in Fernvale. How about that?" Philip grinned as he asked.

"I need to discuss with them first."

Finally, Cynthia relented and walked to the side to make a call.

At this time, a bunch of men rushed into the restaurant!

"Ah!"

Cynthia screamed in fright, her phone crashing to the ground.

The group of men who suddenly broke in were ferocious and looked like thugs.

Cynthia quickly hid behind Philip in fear, grabbing his arm tightly.

Obviously, this group of people came for them. To be more precise, they came for Philip. The leader was a bald man with a white tiger tattoo on his head, looking quite terrifying.

The other customers in the restaurant were all driven out by the gang.

Philip ignored this group of people and asked with a smile, "Miss Larson, what do you think?"

Cynthia punched him from the back and said dully, "You still have the mood to talk about this? Aren't they here for you?"

Philip shook his head in uncertainty and watched as the bald man led the group of people, swaggering toward him.

Philip felt a bit helpless. He just wanted to have a good dinner, talk about business, and enquire about the Larson family. Why was it so difficult?

The bald leader glanced at the skinny Philip and the two great beauties next to him. His eyes suddenly gleamed with a trace of evil desire. Pointing at Philip's nose, he said, "Are you Philip Clarke?" Philip shrugged, nodded, and said, "I am, and you are?"

"The one after your life!"

The bald man was not in a hurry. He pulled a chair to sit opposite Philip, picked up the steak from the next table, and started to eat.

Philip's eyes froze. He smiled and asked, "I don't seem to know you, right? Did I offend you in any way?"

The bald man dropped the steak on the plate, wiped his mouth, and glanced blatantly at Cynthia who was behind Philip. He felt excited when he looked at her full figure. He crossed his arms and shook his leg, posing like a villain. Then, he said, "You didn't, but someone paid money for your life."

"Who?" Philip asked.

"Why do I have to tell you?"

The bald man snorted coldly. Touching his chin, he suddenly said, "I don't think you can withstand a beating anyway. Why don't you let the two chicks next to you play with the boys for a while and I won't bothe you anymore? How about that?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared at Cynthia and Melody who were behind Philip. Their curvy figures were even better than Madame Mary on the next street!

Especially those enchanting faces and white tender skin... They made him want to pounce on these two women!

Damn!

This kid was just a skinny brat. Why were there such beauties around him, each looking like a fairy?!

Thinking about this, the bald man looked at Philip with jealousy and said viciously, "Brat, if you want to stay alive, tell your friends to play with us."

Philip turned around, looked at Cynthia, and said with a smile, "It seems that this mister is very interested in you. How about you play with them? In that case, I can consider working with the Larson family."