Chapter 342 Ross's Action

The butler had no choice but to follow the orders of the head of the Ross family and carefully feed him the potion.

After a moment, Ross's expression gradually changed from surprise to shock.

His thin, withered body slowly began to fill up, like a deflated balloon being refilled with gas.

The skin gradually regained its elasticity and luster, and even the breathing became steady and powerful.

"This... this is a miracle."

Patriarch Ross felt as if his body was reborn, and his heart was filled with amazement.

A small bottle of magic potion could actually bring back life to a man like him who could face death at any time.

This can simply be called a gift from God.

Ross never thought that one day he would be able to get rid of the pain and regain a healthy body.

This made him even more eager to become a wizard and have a long life.

Gonzalez stood aside, watching all this quietly, his eyes flickering.

There were countless people who wanted Ross dead, and he was no exception.

After all, no one wants to be tied up with a rope all the time.

But now, his plan still needs Ross as a chess piece.

Ever since he witnessed the magic of the potion, he had been brewing two plans in his mind.

One is to provide the potion to those who have a vested interest in him through his own connections.

In exchange, they can gain greater benefits and bring them into the wizard's camp.

Although this method can bring him certain benefits, it is limited and time-consuming and laborious.

The other method is to use Ross's connections to provide the potion directly to the people behind the consortium.

Then they directly issued orders for the entire consortium to join the wizard camp.

Although Gonzalez has a certain influence in American politics.

But to the chaebols who really hold power, he is just an insignificant little guy.

Therefore, he could only realize this plan through Ross.

Ross has gone to extremes and reckless lengths to prolong his life.

He will definitely achieve this goal at all costs.

And Gonzalez only needs to give a little guidance and Ross will become a sharp sword in his hand.

He just needs to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor, then take these ready-made results to the wizard to claim credit.

It saves time and effort, so why not do it?

After receiving Ross's signal, the butler summoned his personal medical team.

They began to conduct a detailed physical examination on Ross, and data and reports were generated in front of the shocked eyes of the medical staff.

A person who could die at any time due to complications from organ transplantation or body function failure.

A few hours later, he miraculously regained his vitality.

Even living another three to five years in good health won't be a problem.

This way they wonder if they are crazy.

After listening to the doctor's report, although Ross had expected it, he still showed a chrysanthemum-like smile on his face.

He waved his hand and asked the medical team to retreat, then gave the butler a look.

The housekeeper understood and quietly left the room.

Gonzalez and Ross were the only ones left in the room.

"Gonzalez, I was right about you. You did a great job." Ross's voice was full of satisfaction.

"Thank you for the compliment, Master. All this is for you," Gonzalez replied humbly.

"Since you have made a contribution, you must be rewarded," said Ross.

“You pick a manor you like, and everything in it will be prepared for you.

As for the money, get a check and fill in the amount yourself."

"Thank you, Master." Gonzalez bowed in thanks.

"Do you have any more of this potion?" Ross looked at Gonzalez with deep eyes.

"They gave me... forty bottles of Constitution potions."

Before he finished speaking, Ross couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

In his opinion, a magic potion with such powerful functions should be a rare treasure that is hard to find in the world.

But I didn't expect there were as many as forty bottles.

This is still what the wizard gave to Gonzalez, and the wizard just has more.

Ross waved his hand for Gonzalez to continue.

"Constitutional potions are actually quite common in the wizarding world, and the manufacturing process is not complicated," Gonzalez continued to explain.

"It's just that they have never thought of using this potion, so the current stock is not very large."

Ross shook his head. "What a waste."

There was a sly glint in Gonzalez's eyes.

"That's why I want to use these potions as bargaining chips to win over those politicians and complete the task assigned to me by the wizard."

Ross frowned slightly, "Give them such a good thing? Do they deserve it?"

He paused and continued, "I will meet with the leaders of those consortiums in the next few days, and they will make proper arrangements for the rest of the matter."

"Thank you, Master." Gonzalez secretly rejoiced in his heart.

As he expected, the tool man Rose came on the line.

"Once this is done, I'll have a longer life."

Ross seemed to have seen that he had a longer life.

In the next few days, Ross carefully arranged secret meetings with the heads of major financial groups.

These meetings were held in extremely secret locations to ensure that no information would be leaked.

When these people met Ross in person.

Without exception, their reactions were as if they had seen a ghost.

Ross's sudden recovery was undoubtedly beyond their understanding, leaving them shocked and unbelievable.

Ross watched their reactions with satisfaction.

However, he kept silent about the physical potion.

The leaders of these consortiums are not in critical condition like Ross was before.

But the traces of time and the troubles of illness force them to seek some "special" help.

Their bodies have also undergone some "upgrades" and "maintenance".

They had to watch helplessly a person who was supposed to be lying on a hospital bed, with intravenous tubes inserted all over his body, wearing an oxygen mask, and dying.

But now he was smoking cigars and drinking fine wine in front of them openly.

This is even more painful than killing them.

The flames of jealousy constantly attacked their reason.

They began to find out Ross's secrets by all means possible.

In this process, the words "wizard" and "potion" gradually emerged.

When several heads of the consortium came together, Ross showed a satisfied smile.

He knew that he had achieved his goal.

After some intense negotiations and tug-of-war.

The heads of these consortiums eventually signed their names on countless unequal treaties.

Ross then handed the potion to them.

They are not stupid and willing to be tricked by Ross.

In fact, they can also contact wizards.