The First Heir by Master Yu Who Smokes

Chapter 115
They needed at least two billion in investments this time! Henry could afford that much himself, but he could not possibly contribute so much at once. He would
require approval and red tape from all parties. That was why the medical developments in the country could not keep up with those from overseas. Now that Mr.
Clarke had agreed to invest that amount, though, that would speed up domestic research by at least five years! Five whole years! That would take so much
blood, sweat, and tears from so many diligent medical personnel. Henry Turner knew very well how much every medical researcher toiled away behind the
scenes, doing what looked like mundane and meaningless experiments. That was why he was so grateful.
It was not just him, either. His students in the room were extremely excited too. They knew that their teacher had brought them here and treated this man to a
meal for a reason. They needed to find someone who was willing to donate two billion. That was not a small sum by any means. Who would ever want to invest
in a medical project that could go five or even ten years without a tangible result? Everyone was getting emotional, and they all cheered to Philip’s health. It took
a while before Henry finally calmed down.
He ventured carefully, “Mr. Clarke, we need an astronomical amount of funding this time. Are you sure you’re willing to invest in
us?” It was not that Henry did not trust Philip. He was just being very cautious. He did not want to see a ray of hope, only to have
it dashed once more. “How much money do you need?” Philip asked calmly. Henry said with some difficulty,
“Two billion. Also, we might not be able to give you a return on your investment within five to ten years.” His heart was pounding.
It was only his initial celebration that he remembered just how enormous a sum two billion was. The way Philip’s expression
changed slightly when he heard that amount made Henry’s heart skip a beat too. “I’ll give you four billion, but on one condition.
Turner’s Hospital’s Riverdale branch must only have a contract with Beacon Pharmaceutical, and you must work with Wynn
Johnston, an employee there.” Philip suddenly said, completely composed.
At that moment, everyone in the room was stunned! Only George Thomas stayed calmly drinking his tea without a word at the
side. Four billion really was not that much. Back then, when the young master built a national statue of Confucious on Mount
Fuji, he spent almost ten billion on it! All so he could give them the finger! He could not allow others to bully his country, Orienta!
Although a hundred years had passed since then, he still made sure to pay the oppressors back for their humiliation of his
country. Henry was so shocked that his hands were shaking. Hot tears filled his eyes and he said excitedly, “You’re amazing, Mr.
Clarke! I accept your condition, no problem! On behalf of medical workers everywhere, I thank you with all my heart. Please...
Please accept my toast!” Henry Turner was already old and gray, but right here and now, his blood was rushing through his
veins.
This was such a boon for the domestic medical scene! An unimaginable boon, the likes he never dared to dream of! All the
doctors in the room had all jumped to their feet and respectfully raised their glasses at Philip. Philip did not act lofty, either. He

said calmly, “There’s no need to go that far, everyone. I’m just doing what I can for the local medical scene. Right now, the bigger
countries are dominating the area and limiting our access to medical technology, refusing to share their knowledge with us. I’ve
gotten quite sick of that. All I ask is that all of you can dedicate your minds to your research and come up with the best results, so
that we can slap those foreigners in the face with what we can do. Show them they can’t look down on Orienta!” The applause
was rapturous. After everyone had their fill of food and wine, they decided to leave soon. Philip visited the washroom, but an
unfortunate coincidence awaited him when he passed by the main hall.
A voice called out to him loudly from behind. “Philip Clarke? What are you doing here, you broke hobo?” The voice was taunting,
filled with arrogance and contempt. Philip frowned slightly and turned to see Aiden Grant, who was walking out of the hall. He
was wearing a deep-green suit and dressed to the nines, looking like the very embodiment of success. Aiden was in a bad mood
these past few days. It all started with the terrible embarrassment he suffered after the previous incident. He had been looking
for a way to get back at Philip all this time. Today, lo and behold, he bumped into Philip at Virtuous Court. Even the heavens were
helping him. Philip could not be bothered to deal with him, that self-absorbed narcissist. That was why Philip simply turned to
leave. However, there was no way Aiden was going to let this chance go. He directly stood in Philip’s way, sneering at him. “Well,
well, Philip Clarke. Can’t even be bothered to look at me anymore, huh?
How could a broke beggar like you warrant a meal at Virtuous Court? Don’t you know the clientele here consists of the best of society? “Wait a sec!
Hey, are you here working part-time to earn Mila’s medical fee?” All of a sudden, something occurred to Aiden and he burst out laughing, the contempt in his
eyes intensifying. How could someone like this end up marrying Wynn? Philip looked at Aiden coldly. “Whatever I’m doing here, it’s none of your business.” Aiden
blinked, and then his expression turned stormy. He swore, “F*ck you! How dare a useless piece of trash like you talk to me like that!” Philip’s frown deepened.
Should he punish Aiden Grant? Just then, Aiden jeered at him coldly again and said, “Philip, who do you think invited me here today?”