The plane slowly descended. Chu Fei hailed a taxi and returned first to his own place—the office building temporarily rented in the inner ring.
A sign had already been hung outside the office building. The four words "Rebirth Pharmacy" gleamed brilliantly. The enormous neon sign remained dazzling even beneath the sun, practically specializing in light pollution.
On the first floor of the two rented office levels, a third of the space had been set aside as a small parking lot. Quite a few flying cars were already coming and going. Chu Fei still had plenty of Recovery Potions left, enough to support Rebirth Pharmacy's "trial operation" for the time being.
Wu Yong could already produce 9.0 and 10.0 Recovery Potions. Though he was not as fast as Chu Fei, it was enough to temporarily meet the needs of the trial operation.
As for the actual opening date, that would have to wait until Chu Fei had settled down.
Yet Chu Fei was thinking: with his abilities, continuing to run a business around three kinds of Recovery Potions was somewhat wasteful. Cooperation and selling the formulas would be the best choice. If handled properly, he could even harvest a batch of Mind Power.
As for what he should do next, he ought to learn from Ren Qingyun and take the route of Customized Potions!
Lost in thought, Chu Fei stepped onto the platform, and the taxi departed. Suddenly, his ear twitched as he heard the four captives talking.
"Old wizard, you didn't leave a backdoor in that Thought Imprint spell you gave Chu Fei, did you?!"
"Fuck off. I still haven't cracked that spell myself. I think the problem lies with that Evil Cultivator's Enslavement Blood Curse."
"Old wizard, don't talk nonsense. Even if the Enslavement Blood Curse I gave him