Chapter 8 — The First Partner
After leaving the coffee shop, Yaswanth's head was buzzing with excitement and nerves. The deal with Ananya Mehta was real, but it was also too big to handle alone. He needed someone he could trust.
He flagged down an auto and gave the driver the address of his best friend's house.
Flemming's House
It was Sunday, and Flemming was exactly as Yaswanth expected — sprawled on the sofa, eyes glued to his computer screen, fingers flying over the keyboard as he played his favorite game.
When Yaswanth entered, Flemming barely looked up. "You came? Wait a sec, boss fight."
Yaswanth rolled his eyes but waited. Ten minutes later, the game ended, and Flemming finally turned, smirking. "So, what brings you here? Don't tell me you failed physics and need my notes."
Taking a deep breath, Yaswanth said seriously, "I want to do business with you."
Flemming blinked. Then laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. "Business? You? Did you get a fever or something?"
But Yaswanth didn't smile. He sat down across from him, his expression firm.
The Truth
For nearly an hour, they talked. Yaswanth tried to explain carefully, dropping hints about opportunities, about how he wanted to change his life. But Flemming just looked more and more confused.
Finally, Yaswanth sighed. He'll never believe me unless I show him.
"Fine. I'll tell you the truth."
He leaned closer and whispered, "I have… a power. Like a superhero."
Flemming snorted. "What? You're Spider-Man now?"
"No. I have… a space farm."
And with that, Yaswanth described everything — the black soil, the automatic growth, the harvesting, and the ability to raise plants and animals without restrictions. But he carefully left out the system and the daily sign-ins, keeping that part a secret.
When he finished, Flemming stared at him, jaw open. "You… you're serious?"
Yaswanth nodded. "Dead serious."
For a long moment, Flemming said nothing. Then he burst out, "This is insane! Do you even realize what this means? With this power… you could build an empire!"
Yaswanth smiled faintly. "Exactly. That's why I came to you. In my past… you were always smarter at business than me. But things never worked out for you. This time, I won't let you fail. Let's do it together."
The Deal
Flemming's eyes narrowed. "And what do I get out of this? If you're already the golden goose, why even bother with me?"
"Because I trust you," Yaswanth said plainly. "You're my friend. You've always had my back. I don't want to do this alone. I'll take sixty percent, you take forty. Fair?"
There was silence. Then Flemming suddenly grinned. "You know what? You're either the craziest person alive, or the smartest. Fine. I'm in."
The two friends shook hands, sealing their partnership.
Preparing for Tomorrow
"Now," Flemming asked, "what's the first step?"
Yaswanth leaned back, his voice calm but firm. "I already made contact with a pharmaceutical company. Their General Manager, Ananya Mehta, is interested in Safed Musli. Tomorrow, I'm showing her fifty kilograms as proof. After that… the contract will follow."
Flemming's jaw dropped. "Fifty kilograms?! Do you even have that much?"
"I have five hundred kilograms sitting in storage right now," Yaswanth said casually.
Flemming fell silent, then let out a low whistle. "Damn… you weren't kidding. Alright then. Tomorrow, we go together. I'll handle the talking if needed. You just provide the miracle goods."
The two laughed, the tension melting away. For Yaswanth, this wasn't just about money anymore. This was about rewriting the future — and he wasn't doing it alone.