Wang Ke could inform Qu Yang about the matter through a letter, and then she would be able to tell other people. Wang Ke might not yet realize the danger of her actions now.
The three agreed to keep today’s events a secret; moreover, Zeng Xuerou played host and treated the two to a al.
When Xiao Xian got ho, she saw Mrs. Zeng once again. Mrs. Zeng had waited at ho especially to see her daughter’s friend and to thank Xiao Xian for the effective hangover dicine she provided that morning.
Mrs. Zeng, sober and without makeup, seed less intimidating than the haughty lady Xiao Xian had seen at the airport, which sowhat put Xiao Xian at ease. Mrs. Zeng didn’t recognize Xiao Xian but felt she looked familiar.
" I heard that you were the one who concocted this morning’s hangover dicine, and also the hangover dicine that I’ve used for years. I can’t believe I’ve been drinking fakes," Mrs. Zeng frowned while reading the analysis report on the fake dicine. Getting scamd out of money was one thing, but to also harm one’s health was not easily overlooked by Mrs. Zeng. She imdiately made a phone call, "Mr. Liu, report the small pharmaceutical factory that sold Xuerou the dicine to the Administration for Industry and Comrce. Anyone who offends , Zeng Min, and still wants to do business in Beijing, hasn’t been born yet,"
"Mom, don’t get angry yet," Zeng Xuerou grabbed the phone, signaling her mother to hold off for the mont, "Did the dicine this morning work?"
"It worked, your friend’s dicine was very effective. Your mom had a good appetite this morning, she ate two whole bowls of porridge," Grandma Zeng said, bringing out a plate of golden, crispy lantern cakes (a type of fried snack from Wenzhou with various fillings such as pork, eggs, or shredded radish) as she spoke.
The delicious lantern cakes Grandma Zeng brought out, cut into quarters, were hot and crispy on the outside and savory on the inside, indescribably tasty.
"Xiao Xian, do you know a lot about traditional Chinese dicine?" Zeng Xuerou suddenly shifted the conversation, inquiring Xiao Xian.
"I know a little," Xiao Xian answered guiltily. It wasn’t her that knew; it was her space that knew.
"Mom, I want to take over that small pharmaceutical factory with Xiao Xian," Zeng Xuerou’s words were like a lantern cake, shocking Mrs. Zeng so much that she couldn’t tell up from down.
"You and ?" Xiao Xian was startled as well. When did she ever say that she wanted to start a pharmaceutical factory? Besides, she had no money, only several thousand pitiful yuan lying in her space, not even enough to buy a bottle of Substance A.
Xiao Xian didn’t plan to take Zeng Xuerou’s Substance A for free; she intended to pay her back when she could, "Three thousand yuan, three thousand yuan for a bottle of dicine..." Xiao Xian focused on Zeng Xuerou, a flash of inspiration struck her. Right, Zeng Xuerou had just pointed her towards a clear path, hadn’t she?
Hangover dicine was for those who drank, and there were plenty of drinkers: from businessn in the comrcial world, to governnt officials attracting investnt, to common patrons. Who doesn’t need hangover dicine? If the improved Pueraria Root Tea could work as a redy, it would be a money-spinning business.
Thinking of the "hungry" sugarcane seedlings at ho, which recently looked green without the support of copper.
"Um," Xiao Xian swallowed back the rejection that was about to leave her mouth.
"You two are so young, talking about starting a factory together is nonsense," Mrs. Zeng was now completely sober. The idea of two minors starting a factory was sothing she would have only joked about when she was drunk.
"Not young at all, Mom. Kids overseas start businesses at our age. Haven’t you always said that you wanted to send abroad to gain experience? Instead of going abroad to let foreigners profit from our tuition, it’s better for to experint in our own country. That small pharmaceutical factory sold us fake drugs, so of course, they can’t continue operating, but the pharmacy workers are innocent. Many of them need to support their families. If we buy it, it won’t cost much. We can produce the right dicine using the existing range of pharmaceutical products. It’s a win-win situation, why shouldn’t we do it?" Zeng Xuerou’s plan to manage the pharmaceutical factory had just co to her upon receiving the analysis report.
The ability to analyze Chinese dicine ingredients by sll alone, even more accurately than analytical instrunts, showed Xiao Xian’s incredible talent in Zeng Xuerou’s eyes. Xiao Xian shouldn’t be learning basketball; she should dedicate her life to the vast and profound field of traditional Chinese pharmaceuticals.
"But..." Listening, Mrs. Zeng softened as well, as her daughter made so good points. She couldn’t bring herself to cut off the livelihoods of others, which would be a cruel act. But doing business wasn’t child’s play. If her daughter was just chasing a montary fancy, it would only result in more hardship for the workers of the small pharmaceutical factory.
"Xiao Xian, this is the herbal tea my grandma drinks often. Can you tell what’s in it?" Zeng Xuerou saw her mother hesitating and decided to strike while the iron was hot, bringing over a cup of dark, dicinal-slling tea.
"Two-year-old Angelica, half-year-old honeysuckle, and dried tangerine peel," Xiao Xian keenly demonstrated her knowledge, stating even the age of the ingredients accurately.
"I’ll get the prescription that the old [traditional] doctor made," Grandma Zeng was particularly eager; after learning the previous night that her granddaughter was discussing dropping out of school, she knew that Zeng Xuerou wanted to help her mother with the factory, so as a grandmother, she had to offer her support.
Once the prescription was brought out and compared with what Xiao Xian said, it was indeed exactly the sa.
Mrs. Zeng was at a loss for words after seeing this.
"Mom, you don’t need to contribute money. I have fifty thousand yuan on hand. Xiao Xian can join as a technology partner. When our first batch of dicine is out and can be sold, then you can give your approval; it’s not too late," Zeng Xuerou looked at Xiao Xian, and they both nodded together.
Zhang Yiyi, watching enviously on the side, hurriedly chid in, "Count in, too."
Left with no other choice, Mrs. Zeng had to agree to her daughter’s request and let them give it a try. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welco to go to Qidian (qidian) to cast recomndation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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