Chapter 193 Monopoly Business
Cedric looked at Carl's serious expression and the fact that he addressed himself as Mr. Diggory.
He also knew that Karl should be very angry now, but the doubts in his heart drove him to ask after sorting out his mood.
"First you have to tell me where the raw materials for these psychotropic drugs come from, even though you have the customs declaration form."
"But I think according to the current laws of the US federal government, the importation of these drugs should be a very complicated process."
"You probably didn't do it through formal channels."
"How do you know it wasn't through formal channels?" Karl's face was full of dissatisfaction. "Am I so unruly in your eyes?"
"No." Cedric shook his head seriously and said, "You certainly wouldn't completely break the rules, but I've been with you for such a long time."
"Some rules have been summarized, that is, when the existing rules are in your favor, you will defend and abide by them without hesitation."
"But once the rules are against you, you will try every possible way to find loopholes in the rules, if there are no loopholes to find."
"Then jump out of the existing rules, or just destroy them."
As he spoke, Cedric stared into his eyes and spoke every word seriously.
"The rule of importing through formal channels is not very beneficial to you because it will increase your costs."
“Once it comes to your profits, you will inevitably use some means to maximize your profits.”
Karl coughed lightly and looked dimly at the silly guy in front of him, wondering how he had become smarter. After a moment's silence, he spoke calmly.
"Congratulations, Mr. Diggory, you guessed it right. The raw materials for these opioids were indeed not imported through formal channels."
"The vast majority of it was obtained through the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration."
"What?" Cedric's eyes were full of confusion. "People from the Federal Drug Enforcement Administration helped you import the raw materials of opioids?"
"Is there anything more ridiculous in the world than this?"
Karl looked at the other person's face full of disbelief, stretched out his right hand and patted the other person's forehead, and said helplessly.
"Wasn't he quite smart just now? How come his IQ has dropped so much now? This is really hard to understand."
"The Federal Drug Enforcement Administration seizes nearly two to three tons of various opioids each year, and these drugs need to be destroyed."
"It will cost a lot of money. I will take these raw materials to the factory and process them into X1 drug addiction treatment drugs."
"If we sell them on the market, we can get a lot of money, which can help them save the money spent on the destruction work."
"I can also take out 2% of the profits every year to sponsor the fund to improve the welfare of the police officers. It's a win-win deal, so of course they are willing to help me."
Hearing this, Cedric was shocked again. He had never thought that business could be done this way, but after thinking about it carefully.
If Karl didn't lie to him, then this seems to be a good thing, he breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly.
"Okay, I believe you are not lying, so my second question is, are you doing this for those poor guys?"
"I don't deny that you are doing a good thing for society by doing this, but I am a little suspicious of your motives."
Hearing this, Karl was really about to explode. He rubbed Cedric's face hard with his right hand and complained unhappily.
"I also have some doubts about why I greeted you when I first met you. I must have had water in my head at that time."
"That's why I would keep a traitor like you by my side. Now let me tell you, Mr. Diggory."
"You don't have to doubt my motivation. I do this simply to make money, and you don't have to thank me."
"It satisfies your inner conscience and does a good thing for society. I can guarantee you 100% of that."
“These drugs are like zero-calorie sugar for weight loss, but they don’t change anything.”
"Why?" Cedric, whose face was twisted, couldn't help but continue asking even though he was gasping in pain.
Carl continued to explain while punishing the other party.
"Because it's very simple, those who are addicted to drugs will not completely change their lives because of the emergence of these new drugs."
"Although these drugs only require one or two courses of treatment, they can completely help them quit their physical dependence on those drugs."
"But what about their lives? What about their spirits? Those who have no decent jobs and are abandoned in the corners of society."
"The only result is that they will slowly rot in these illusions. Besides, my medicine is not cheap, and they can't afford it for a long time."
At this point, Carl simply laid his cards on the table, spreading his hands and speaking.
"And let me tell you, the reason I want to cooperate with the DEA is ostensibly to support the fight against drugs."
"In fact, it is just to reduce the competition of similar products in the market, so that their inferior drugs cannot enter the market."
"What kind of monopoly structure will be formed by a regular drug that is produced by a regular company, certified by multiple parties, and has almost zero side effects?"
"Monopoly is always the most profitable. You are right. I only like money. Are you satisfied with this explanation now?"
Carl turned his head away and no longer looked at the other person.
Cedric lowered his head, remaining silent with a painful expression.
He really couldn't understand if all the tragedies he saw in Gaza could be simply divided into good and evil.
If everything we see on the Crimean Peninsula can be explained by past history.
But during this nearly one year of study, he read countless Muggle books, both on politics and economics.
Those works are full of praise for the country he currently lives in.
Even before I came to the United States, I read a book in which the author argued from many perspectives.
This shows that we have reached the end of history and the American people have found the most perfect system.
It will lead the development of the entire capitalist world and ultimately lead all of humanity.
But what is the reality? Behind the prosperity of New York, the people of Brooklyn seem to live in another world.
A road could actually divide two worlds. This was completely unimaginable before he came here.
Countless doubts accumulated in his mind, and finally Cedric slowly raised his head, looked at Karl with a hint of tears and asked.
"But why? Why does it have to be like this? Why can't everyone just get along?"
"I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out."
