Professor Yamada desperately wanted the Agarwood.
He offered a hundred million.
But Li Xu's expression didn't waver in the slightest.
He wasn't short on money right now.
The dividends from Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory and the income from his clinic had long since made him financially independent.
And the Ten Thousand Year Agarwood was a divine substance that diminished with every use.
Let alone a hundred million, he wouldn't trade it for a billion.
Money lost can be earned again. But if this was gone, what would he use to save someone from a fatal illness in the future?
"Professor Yamada, this isn't about money."
Li Xu's tone was resolute. "This medicine is for saving lives, not for selling."
Seeing Li Xu's unyielding expression, Yamada instantly deflated like a punctured balloon, his face a mask of dejection.
Meanwhile, Mayor Zhao and his wife, who had yet to leave, looked at each other in utter disbelief, their hearts in turmoil.
Just a moment ago,
