"Oh, President Geng, you’re still here?"
The departnt manager turned around at the sound, only to see a figure wrapped in a hooded sweatshirt approaching slowly.
The person wore a black mask, and their exposed skin was pale to the point of being sickly, as if coated with thick powder. However, the dark circles under their eyes were starkly apparent, giving them an utterly drained appearance.
The departnt manager was unfazed, having seen such ghostly appearances in nine out of ten distributors who ca to purchase "Immortal Water."
At every bidding eting, when these buyers were seated below the stage, the manager could never tell them apart, as if they were several dozen identical twins born of the sa mother.
One might think this is a fantasy, but under the current advancents in dical technology, the surrogacy market has grown increasingly vast, and the related techniques evolve rapidly.
The traditional single surrogate model for one pregnancy is inefficient and a severe waste of precious female reproductive resources.
With current technology, it is completely feasible for one pregnancy to bear ten, with only minor minimally invasive adjustnts to the uterus.
Last month, a pharmaceutical giant from District Three launched ads throughout the entire Lower City, boldly announcing the ssage of "hundred surrogates per single pregnancy."
Upon its market launch, it was t with countless followers, and the "daily wages" for the first batch of top-quality won participating in the clinical trials secretly increased by more than tenfold.
This represents technology genuinely enriching won, liberating reproduction.
President Geng would never imagine that the departnt manager, while looking at him, was instead envisioning the grand aspiration of empowering won.
He raspily spoke:
"The market feedback on the Q-14 delayed hallucinogen is positive. I’ll suggest to the superiors to increase the order quantity once I return. If nothing unexpected happens, soone will be sent to discuss the contract in the next couple of days."
After speaking, he waved his hand, indicating no need for an escort.
The departnt manager quickly and enthusiastically stepped forward, pressing the elevator button with a big smile:
"Take care, President Geng. Let’s keep in touch anyti."
The elevator doors closed slowly, yet a smile remained on the departnt manager’s face.
He turned and walked towards the CEO office, an exceptional business concept forming in his mind.
He wanted to push the company to forge a strategic partnership with the pharmaceutical giant from District Three, to offer every surrogate woman "Immortal Water" for free, alleviating their pain and anxiety during childbirth without cost.
Every surrogate mother deserves the best care, so that... every child they bring into the world would naturally beco a loyal custor of the company.
This is the destiny engraved from their womb, and no one can defy it!
To be "immortal" from birth, it’s the happiness of a generation to think about it.
The only problem is, the effect of the hallucinogen needs to be significantly delayed, activating only when they grow up, reaching an age of labor and consumption ability.
What a farsighted return on investnt, it brings tears to the eyes!
The elevator doors reopened.
President Geng walked out of Hong Guang Pharmaceutical with slow steps, heading to the parking lot, and got into a car.
Then he took a USB drive from his pocket and inserted it into the nearby laptop.
The blue light on the notebook lit up, and the screen began playing the complete video. It was brought by Feng Mu last ti but was only partially complete then; this ti, it was full.
After watching the video, President Geng angrily tore off the voice-changing mask, simultaneously removing the carefully crafted pale mask from his face to reveal a face as dark as ink, revealing himself as Station Chief Lou Duan.
After watching the video several tis, Lou Duan muttered to himself:
"Did my ho computer get hacked? Damn!!!"
Lou Duan didn’t doubt the video’s authenticity because the content presented matched all the known information he had, which angered him even more.
This damn thing isn’t fabricated evidence; it’s being caught red-handed in a cri!
He closed his eyes, recalling the scene that just unfolded in the restroom.
As Li Hanyu entered the restroom stall, she only said three sentences to him besides pulling down her pants.
The first sentence: "I can believe that you are not involved with the prison explosion, but do you think mber of Parliant Wang Xinfa would?"
The second sentence: "I can return the USB drive to you, but the bodies of the two prison chiefs are still at the Patrol Office."
The third sentence: "The position of Second Prison Chief can’t go to anyone else; you find a way to reserve it for my son Qian Huan!"
Lou Duan had prepared countless words before coming, but they were stuck in his throat, unable to say a word.
He finally understood why Li Hanyu insisted on speaking to him face-to-face in the restroom instead of conveying the words through a phone call or soone else.
Because this sort of threat has to be delivered face-to-face, eye-to-eye, by the most suitable person, to quickly break down the psychological defenses of the person involved.
Especially when Lou Duan saw Li Hanyu, completely ignoring his dignity, treating him like air, pulling down her pants and urinating in front of him, he realized... the woman in front of him had gone utterly mad!
Li Hanyu wasn’t there to threaten him; she ca to die together with him!
Facing a deranged mother, Lou Duan decisively gave up on bargaining and chillingly replied:
"No one will allow a comatose person to hold the position of prison chief!"
Li Hanyu pulled up her pants, flushed, and the madness in her eyes made even Lou Duan wary.
Her final sentence was laced with such ruthless determination, totally unlike a mother trying to save her son, more like one ready to strangle him alive:
"I will make sure he wakes up, you take care of the rest. If I can’t do it, we’ll die together. If you can’t do it, we’ll also die together!"
Lou Duan gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning pale blue due to excessive force, nearly crushing the leather-covered wheel.
The once sinister and cold face bulged with veins, twisting to the point of nearly cracking.
"Fuck your mother, fuck your mother, fuck fuck fuck—"
In Lou Duan’s entire life, he had never encountered such an unreasonable woman.
Your son can’t wake up, you want to die, why drag into it, I’m not your son’s father, damn it!
Lou Duan himself wasn’t even a father yet; his son was still in so surrogate mother’s womb!
anwhile.
After leaving Hong Guang Pharmaceutical, Li Hanyu didn’t return to the hospital but headed straight to the Bright Group Headquarters.
At the front desk, Zou Xiaoyue greeted her with a smile, warmly saying:
"Sister, you’re here. President Lu instructed that you go up directly upon arrival."
Li Hanyu nodded, barely squeezing out a smile, and asked:
"Is there anyone in President Lu’s office?"
Zou Xiaoyue: "Hunchback Wang Cong, he’s been coming diligently these past few days. Let be nosy, I heard Wang Cong was a trusted aide to your son Qian Huan before?"
Li Hanyu’s expression instantly darkened, ignoring Zou Xiaoyue’s gossip, and she clicked her high heels towards the elevator.
Hou Wendong and the bodyguards didn’t make it this ti, being politely stopped at the front desk.
The receptionists were very polite, and so were Hou Wendong and the bodyguards; it was, after all, the Bright Group’s headquarters, no place for them to get agitated.
Watching the elevator doors slowly closing, Hou Wendong’s eyes narrowed slightly.
His hand reached into his pocket several tis but retracted, ultimately not reporting the situation to mber of Parliant Wang Xinfa imdiately....
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