Qu Zan unfolded the formula for the Nectar Scale-Moistening Paste and showed it to Shi Long.
He did not hide it from Guocuo either. After all, Geshe Guocuo was a scholar-monk of the Secret Medical Institute, and having him prepare the medicine would naturally yield the best results.
Guocuo scrutinized it and said, "The ingredients in this formula accord quite well with the principles of Tantric Physicians. It should be genuine."
Qu Zan said, "Shi Long, you can take this formula and prepare the medicine yourself, or you can ask the honored Geshe to prepare it."
His tone carried considerable meaning.
Shi Long considered it, then bowed in submission. "I would like to ask the honored Geshe to prepare the medicine." The Geshe was already a man of extensive learning, so the results would naturally be better if he prepared it than if Shi Long did it himself.
Qu Zan handed the formula straight to Guocuo.
The young monk was somewhat surprised. "Junior brother, I haven't contributed a thing, yet you really are willing to give me a share of the soup?"
Qu Zan smiled easily. "That proposal just now was entirely my own wishful thinking. When it comes to actually doing business, how would I have time to sort through all the complicated details? This might not be a good assignment. It could be a pit of fire."
Qu Zan valued this Geshe's character and family background. If the formula really earned money, all the better; if it did not, Qu Zan would lose nothing.
But it was different for Guocuo. This man, so eager to establish himself independently and accomplish something, would certainly put more effort into it than Qu Zan.
"Good, then let's work together!" Guocuo said solemnly. A burning light shone in his eyes.
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