After Victor finished his speech, the party entered the chatting time.

Victor is the kind of person who is good at dealing with people. He says one thing to different people and another thing to different people. When he was a liar, he could deal with people easily. Now that his identity is legal, he can do it even more easily.

Holding a glass of wine, he first chatted with the secretary of the Governor's Office, then established a relationship with the chief of police, and then began to chat with the presidents and representatives of those big trading companies.

Today, these big trading companies have almost taken over all of Hong Kong's livelihood industries, from electricity to tap water, to food, clothing, housing and transportation. They are very concerned about what industries the Hardy Group plans to enter into in Hong Kong and whether it will have an impact on their business.

"Mr. Victor, I wonder what kind of business the Hardy Group is planning to do?" asked the president of Jardine Matheson.

Everyone else looked at Victor, waiting for his answer.

Victor smiled and said, "To be honest, I have just been in Hong Kong for less than a month. I don't know much about the situation here. For now, I have opened an auction company and a trading company. As for what I will do in the future, it depends on what Hong Kong needs."

"The Hardy Group itself has a lot of businesses, and we have the California consortium behind us. The consortium covers almost all industries, from finance, oil to metallurgy, all kinds of manufacturing, from screws and nails, construction steel, machine tools, automobiles, and even aircraft cannons."

"There are also the transport industry, shipping, real estate industry, media industry, television stations, newspapers and magazines."

"If there's a need for planes, tanks, or even aircraft carriers, I can get them. If there's a lack of medicine or even chewing gum, no problem, I can get them too."

Victor is not bragging. If someone really pays for planes, tanks and aircraft carriers, he can really get them.

The heads of these British companies felt nervous when they heard this, thinking that the Hardy Group was really a shark and they didn't know who it would bite in the future.

Of course,

Some people also have other ideas, that is, cooperation.

Isn't business born out of cooperation?

The cocktail party was very successful. In the shortest possible time and at the lowest cost, Victor made the name of the Hardy Group known to both the political and business circles in Hong Kong, and also let them know that Victor was the general representative of the Hardy Group in Hong Kong.

Victor received a stack of business cards.

Today's cocktail party is a stepping stone in the future. If he needs to communicate with the government, foreign companies or families in the future, he can visit them directly.

The next day after the cocktail party.

Victor sent out the eight HD security personnel he brought with him. Now their job is not to be bodyguards, that would be a waste of talent for Victor. Now their identities are all business managers of Hardy Company's Hong Kong branch.

Victor divided them into four groups and sent them out to contact major hospitals in Hong Kong.

Queen Mary Hospital, Hong Kong.

When the two people from Hardy's Company found the hospital director and said they had penicillin to sell, the director's face was full of disbelief. If the two were not Americans, they would have really thought they were scammers.

"Do you have penicillin?" asked the dean.

One of them took out a box of penicillin from his bag and put it on the table. When the dean saw the other party take out the goods, he was shocked.

It really exists.

I picked up the box and took a look. There was a label and production date on it. It was produced two months ago, and the manufacturer was Mercy Pharmaceuticals in the United States.

During World War II, Mercy Pharmaceuticals was the second largest producer of penicillin, after Pfizer, so Mercy's penicillin was still very famous.

The dean was excited to see that the medicine was real.

"How did you get it? Smuggled? How much do you have and how much is it?" the dean asked excitedly.

The security guard curled his lips and said, "We got it from legitimate channels. We have enough drugs. We are not like those guys who secretly bought a few bottles from American hospitals and smuggled them out like rats."

"We can sell you 5,000 bottles. How much are you willing to pay?"

5000 bottles.

The dean rubbed his hands excitedly.

This stuff is a real life saver.

With today's medical treatment, the most common cause of death is infection, and penicillin is very effective in treating inflammation.

"How about $6 a stick?" the dean asked tentatively.

The security guard went straight forward to take the medicine box. The dean got anxious when he saw it, and quickly grabbed the box and asked in a hurry: "We can discuss it again, discuss it again."

"The black market price has now reached 25 or even 30 dollars per stick. Our boss's price is 15 dollars, which is much lower than the black market price."

In fact, it is rare to see a bottle priced at $30. The current black market price is usually around $16-18. Occasionally, when there is an urgent shortage of stock, the price will rise to that abnormal level.

The director held the box and shook his head vigorously: "It's too expensive, it's too expensive. The price in American hospitals is only $3 per bottle. $15 per bottle is too expensive. Few people can afford it. Can you please consider the patients?!"

"You also said that it was in the United States. It was very rare to be able to produce these drugs. Our company took the risk and transported them thousands of miles away. Shouldn't we make money?"

“We are businessmen.”

The two sides compared the quantity and finally set the price at US$11 per stick. The dean reluctantly bought 5,000 sticks.

The most famous hospitals in Hong Kong now are British-owned hospitals, including Queen Mary Hospital, Queen Elizabeth Hospital, Prince of Wales Hospital, St. Teresa's Hospital, Hong Kong Independence Hospital, and Hong Kong Sanatorium and Hospital. There are also some Chinese-owned hospitals.

All these hospitals bought penicillin, and they took as much as they were given. They were not stupid. Penicillin was in short supply right now, and even if their own hospitals did not resell it, they could still make a profit. In this way, Victor sold more than 50,000 bottles in a short period of time.

The cheapest one is $10 and the most expensive one is $12, with total revenue of more than $500,000.

There are more than 40,000 units left.

Victor was in no hurry either.

Recently, rumors have been circulating that the Hardy Group is selling penicillin. The Hardy Group is now well-known in Hong Kong, especially among high-ranking officials.

Victor had said at the beginning that their trading company sold everything, but he did not expect that the first item they sold would be penicillin, which was in urgent need in the market.

Many people know that the United States now has restrictions on the export of penicillin. Although it is not on the customs seizure list, few people can get it from the pharmaceutical factory. Many of the smuggled goods are bought secretly from hospitals at high prices, and then one or two boxes are shipped to Hong Kong, so the price is extremely high.

Now the Hardy Group actually sells goods directly.

This shows one thing: the Hardy Group has a deep background and extensive connections in the United States.

The mainland has an office in Hong Kong, and what happened here will soon be known to people. Now it is the year 1948, and the war is still in full swing on both sides. There are heavy casualties on the battlefield, and a large amount of medicine is needed, especially life-saving drugs such as penicillin.

When they got the news, they immediately sent people to Hong Kong to purchase.

Victor was having dinner in a restaurant with many diners around him. At this moment, a middle-aged man in a suit walked towards Victor.

Brush~!

Two strong men at the next table stood up. One of them reached into his jacket pocket and pressed a hard object against the man's lower back.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to discuss a business deal with Mr. Victor." The middle-aged man said without any fear on his face.

The security guard looked at Victor, who nodded, and the middle-aged man walked toward Victor's table again.

"Hello Mr. Victor, I am..."

Victor suddenly raised his hand to interrupt the other party. "I don't want to know your name, where you are from, or which political party you belong to. These have nothing to do with me. I am just a businessman."

The middle-aged man was stunned.

He paused for a few seconds and nodded.

"This is not the place to do business. I'm full. Why don't we go to my shop for a cup of tea, where we can chat to our heart's content." Victor said, wiping the corners of his mouth with a napkin.

"Of course." said the middle-aged man.

The two men came out of the restaurant, the driver opened the door for them, Victor got in, the middle-aged man lifted his robe and got in, the car started and drove towards Hardy Auction Company, when getting out of the car, the middle-aged man deliberately looked up at the plaque.

hardy auction company.

Isn't it Hardy's Auction Company?

The first floor is an auction company, but strictly speaking, it is an antique purchasing company. It does not have any auction business at the moment and only purchases but does not sell.

There is a living room on the second floor. Victor and his men also live here. Victor asked the other party to sit down. "I wonder what this gentleman wants to do with me? Sell antiques?"

Victor asked knowingly.

"No, I want to buy penicillin," the other party said bluntly.

"Of course, as long as the price is right. How much do you want to buy?" Victor asked.

"I wonder what the price is?" the middle-aged man said.

Victor smiled and said, "15 dollars a pop, no bargaining."

The middle-aged man was slightly stunned. "It's more expensive than the price I paid to the hospital?!"

"Hospitals are legitimate businesses, but you are not. Moreover, the price we pay to hospitals is in the spirit of humanitarian aid, half selling goods and half doing charity." Victor lied as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Can you make it cheaper? It's too expensive." The middle-aged man frowned.

"Sir, I know the price of penicillin on the black market. The general price is between 16 and 18 dollars per tube, and the supply is very limited. The highest price was 30 dollars per tube. My offer of 15 dollars is already very favorable." Victor said.

"Mr. Victor, I bought these medicines to save the battlefield..."

Victor raised his hand again to interrupt.

"Sir, I've said before, this is business, just business. Don't tell me anything else. If you say too much, it may have a counterproductive effect on the transaction. What do you think?" Victor said seriously.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath.

"Then Mr. Victor, can you give me a discount? I need a large quantity." said the middle-aged man.

"How old?"

"Everything you have now." said the middle-aged man.

Victor thought for a moment and said, "If that's the case, $13 is the final price. It can't be any lower."

The middle-aged man knew that this was probably the limit. "Okay, 13 dollars. I wonder what kind of payment Mr. Victor would accept?"

"No French currency."

"Dollars, British pounds, and gold are all fine. Of course, if you don't have these, jewelry, jade, and antiques will also work. I'm an auction house here, and I can appraise and price them for you," said Victor.

"I still have more than 46,000 of them here, totaling $600,000."

"Okay, it's settled. Can you please give us two days to raise the money?" said the middle-aged man.

"No problem, but I hope you guys hurry up. If other buyers show up, I may not reserve it for you." Victor put on a pure businessman's face.

The middle-aged man pursed his lips, stood up, nodded to Victor, and left.