Scanning through the whole document, Nash roughly understood how many Soul Relieving Potions he needed to saturate the market.
It seemed the current production of the industrial potion-making machine, 35 billion bottles of potion a year, was still far from sufficient.
According to his calculation, he would need at least trillions of yearly production capacity to satisfy everyone.
With trillions of talents from the cosmic competition and other forces, this was already the bare minimum.
"It seems what we make is barely enough."
"This is just perfect, President Nash. Without scarcity, we couldn't negotiate the price." Julius smiled.
"Indeed. How do you plan to use this?"
Nash wanted to mass-produce the Soul Relieving Potion, not for money but to gather more investment.
Unable to increase production speed, he wondered how Julius could use it to his advantage.
"Don't worry, President. I already have a plan in mind." Julius smirked.
With inequality comes envy.
