CHAPTER 343: THE BIGGEST DEAL.

It caught James so off guard what Camelo said that he made this face that was completely dumfounded, like he tried to process it but couldn’t really, and even Mike on his side closed his eyes to think it through, that he really heard what he heard.

"Uhm... what?" James asked back as he thought he may have misheard it.

"I know that you had hardship in the last few months and that’s why exactly I wanted this meeting in the first place." Camelo said as he looked at Darvik then back to James. "I want to be the sole buyer of your product. I want five tons then upping it up to maybe twenty tons if it’s possible by your production and I know it will be possible."

James at that moment just got even more confused because what Camelo just said, he literally wants to be the only one he sells to... though still the biggest thing was the amount of it.

"Twenty tons per month?" James asked back, trying his best to not show how confused he was.

"Yeah, per month, but if your product is really as good as people say, I’m leaning toward buying more."

Twenty tons... per month that is twenty thousand kilos which is... six hundred million

Those numbers blocked his mind. For the first time in his life he was totally blocked in a meeting because the numbers were too great... six hundred fucking million dollars per month. Just an unbelievable number... a number that makes him a multi billionaire in a year.

That is impossible.

The problem with Camelo’s deal... a deal that can make James and the family billionaires is .... impossible.

There is no production, not even one camp is up and running which also means that... they can’t sell for months, especially not twenty tons. Even Mike knew it very well that it was impossible, though he had a great idea, not just a great idea but he thought about the same as James like their mind connected.

"Excuse me for a second." Mike said as he got up and hurried outside to make a call... a call about how much of the drug they actually had in total, because one thing was certain.

If they told Camelo that they couldn’t provide anything for months, then the deal... the biggest deal of their lives was going to go sideways really, really fast.

"Can I ask why would you buy from me rather than producing it yourself?" James asked a good question... very good question as it was not a magic trick nor something that is a secret of how the pure is made.

"Oh we tried." Camelo giggled up. "But it doesn’t work, the taste, the effect, the duration of it, all of it are just worse when mixing it. We have tried different plants from different regions, but none of it worked."

As Camelo spoke, James realized more and more how much he didn’t actually know about the business he now ruled. He had no idea what was happening, or what had happened back in Dennus, how the workers made the white magic in the jungle, or what the recipe even was. Though luck was on his side, as those workers in Dennus had joined his family rather than running away... the biggest fucking jackpot of all.

Yeah, when the war broke out on the border, when the camps got fucked up and raided... Hector offered them to come with him, promising more money and a safe place... and they all accepted. Every single one of them. The people who made the white magic, the ones who knew how to make the best stuff, decided to leave Dennus and join the family.

"Well, we definitely tried a lot to perfect it." James said with a smile... though he was lying. "Process after process, fail after fail... but in the end, it worked out."

"It’s better than a mixed one, for sure," Darvik added. "Though I haven’t tried it myself, I’ve heard it’s the best."

The word that hit James’ ears the most was that both Darvik and Camelo said the same they didn’t try it... so it was the moment to show them... the only problem was he had nothing on him... but somebody else had.

Mike went outside to make a call to check how much they had in total, but nobody answered and rather than keep trying, he pulled out the little capsule he carried with him, the one with white magic inside. He had it on him because he figured a deal like this might happen, and then they could push it more to sell... and now, holding it in his hand, he went back into the room and handed it to James.

"I guess before any deal it would be great to try it." James said as he broke the capsule from two parts that had around a gram of white magic at each, and the reactions were... surprising to say at least.

One of them is a minister with a private army or who the fuck knows what he really is and on the other hand, a top ten drug lord. And both of them are smiling like little kids seeing candy, their eyes lighting up as if they have just found the meaning of life.

That moment reassured James that his product was truly something special... his family’s white magic was the most sought-after because it was genuinely unlike anything else.

Indeed, not mixing it with chemicals was a huge risk, millions could have been lost by keeping it pure... but it was the right risk to take, as it paid off the most. Moreover, seeing these two men smile like children over just two grams of the product gave him the reassurance that the business would boom... they just needed to taste it.

"Let me try it first." Camelo said, literally licking his lips as he grabbed the small capsule and glanced at Darvik. "You know, if I die, a war starts... but if you die, that’s just a catastrophe." His words sounded like a warning, but the truth was obvious, he simply wanted to be the first to experience it.

So after he said it he put the capsule under his nose, didn’t even bother to line it up and sniffed a big and long one... sniffed the whole thing up and what followed was an... experience

"Whoahhhh, man, wahhhh!" He screamed, his whole body trembling as he slammed his wrists onto the table, knocking over glasses and utensils. "Oh my fucking god... this is... this is the purest!" He shouted again, making faces... even shedding tears of joy.

"So it good?" Darvik asked as he still had his in his hand.

"Good?!" Camelo shouted, looking at him. "It’s like... when a girl licks your ass for the first time.... when she spreads your cheek and licks in deep!" He demonstrated with his hand and tongue and it just only fired Darvik up even more, while James and Mike were trying their best to not imagine what Camelo said.

Though on the other hand Darvik sniffed it up too.

Nothing... he closed his eyes, his mouth and just sat in silence, not a single word, not a single noise... until he did.

"My fucking god James... w-what the fuck y’all cooking up back home." Darvik whispered his voice low, his eyes still closed but his hand knuckled up. "T-This is magnificent. I... I feel like my soul stepped out of my body... and it’s just white magic." He said it in a way that sounded proud, as if he hadn’t expected it to be this fucking intense, like he’d heard everyone talk about it, but actually experiencing it at this level didn’t feel real.

White Magic wasn’t supposed to do anything crazy, but this, James’s pure version hit so hard that it was an otherworldly experience.

"That is the difference between the purest and the mixed one." Mike joined in trying to grab the opportunity. "The chemicals they use literally erase the effect of the white magic, but we don’t use chemicals, nor anything like that, everything original, the best grow and best men work on it." He knew shit about it though he heard Hector once talking about it.

"For sure it’s a hard hitter. And one thing’s for sure, I want all of it. So, what’s the price per kilo?"

"I can’t say the exact price. There are a lot of things that I need to calculate and talk with my man about, but I can guarantee an acceptable price per kilo." James answered, as he genuinely didn’t know how much they had in the warehouse back home.

"Then when you are ready, let’s meet here again." Camelo said as he offered his hand.

"Deal." James said as he shook it, and the two were on their way to make the biggest drug deal in the history of the continent, without either of them knowing.