Xander did not care how angry his grandfather was, but he tried to convince him. “Grandpa, Dr. Jacobs insisted on pricing the drug at 120 bucks each. I don’t think anyone can accept such a low price. This is a losing business.”

Old Master Lancer felt his vision turn dark. He almost fainted.

He never expected the heir he had carefully picked to be so interested in profit!

“Is the Lancer family so poor that we need such little profit?” He gasped at his chest and scolded Xander.

Xander hung his head in silence. Although he did not speak, it was enough to show his attitude.

He still thought the deal was a loss and not worth doing.

Old Master Lancer looked at his grandson and felt disappointed. “I chose you as the heir of the Lancer family because I thought you’d understand that the reputation of the Lancer family depends on the benevolence of a doctor, not the profit we make!”

Xander answered gloomily, “I understand.”

Old Master Lancer glared at his grandson. “No! You don’t! Before