Chapter 58

Muchen Fei wasn't very optimistic.

She had returned home and undergone a comprehensive physical examination. Apart from the small wound, there was no other damage, and even her fever and cold symptoms were mild. The expert medical team found her overall health to be normal, especially the small wound, which had effectively suppressed inflammation. They felt there was no need for any cosmetic surgery.

This was a difference in values. Muchen Fei only rested for five days. Seeing the wound heal, she eagerly went to Japan with her mother, using the opportunity to shop and get a skin care and surface surgery, which meticulously eliminated the tiny red line. Only then did she return home, feeling satisfied.

The new car she had ordered was also delivered during these few days she was away. It was a blue BMW X6M SUV. Before leaving, she had only made a few requests: "Not white or red, thinking of the blood splattered on the white leather seats makes me unable to sleep. Not a sports car, if the body wasn't so low, I wouldn't have been splashed with sewage. It must be able to withstand collisions and protect against bad guys. Finally, it must look good..."

This was her problem. On the surface, everything seemed fine, but the psychological impact was significant. Everything could be linked to that unprecedented dangerous experience. Don't think that witnessing a murder and almost being raped is something you can forget with a sneeze.

So, on the first day back in the country, she drove to Tianzheng Group for work, with two cars of bodyguards following her. Of course, her mother, Zhou Linfei, suggested whether she could ride in the bodyguard's car, but Muchen Fei, more than ever, disliked being in a small space with others, especially men!

Tianzheng Group wasn't a real estate company that had suddenly become wealthy. Although it had over thirty subsidiaries, including real estate companies, the main focus of the group, with total assets exceeding 7 billion, was pharmaceuticals. Specifically, it focused on the research and production of traditional Chinese medicine, with its own network of pharmacies selling drugs, having over 10,000 chain pharmacies nationwide, and an annual sales revenue of 15 billion!

Muchen Fei was the general manager of one of the pharmaceutical companies. She had to go to her independent office on the 37th floor of Tianzheng Tower every day, where most of the group's subsidiaries were located in this 39-story building.

Incidentally, 39 was Mou Tianbo's lucky number. It was at the age of 39 that he completely revitalized a nearly bankrupt state-owned pharmaceutical factory, riding the wave of the times and expanding smoothly for nearly two decades to reach its current height.

In front of a long row of large floor-to-ceiling windows, in a spacious office with a distinctly feminine and bright color scheme, Muchen Fei didn't sit in the pneumatic massage executive chair. Instead, she helplessly chose a corner by the bookshelf, sitting on the thick carpet with her knees hugged, curled up, and leaning against the double-layered heat-insulating glass, which was heated by the scorching sun outside, seemingly to counteract the cold she felt from the central air conditioning.

It was purely a psychological chill. Muchen Fei, who had studied business with a focus on medicine, was now holding a withered, light yellow flower, staring at it blankly. She had kept this flower, picked from the island, on her person for these few days, taking it out to daydream whenever she had nothing to do, not knowing what she was thinking.

Suddenly, the buzzer on her desk buzzed, making Muchen Fei jump!

The voice was gentle: "President Mou, Engineer Tang from the pharmaceutical research institute is here. She said you invited her."

With a quick flip of her hand, the withered flower, about four to five centimeters long, was skillfully tucked into the wide Dior belt at her waist. She stood up, adjusted her skirt slightly in front of the reflective glass, and her beautiful, unique face, which had been blank, now took on a slightly sharp expression. She observed this expression she had practiced for a long time in the floor-to-ceiling glass, smiled in satisfaction, and turned around: "Okay... let Engineer Tang in, and... arrange for someone to replace this buzzer. I don't like the sound, immediately!"

As a middle-aged woman in her forties entered, a young female secretary, with a serious expression, ran over and quickly unplugged the buzzer from the power outlet at the large executive desk, bowing apologetically: "Immediately! I have already notified the后勤部设备科 to come and replace it, please wait a moment..." Her forehead was slightly sweating, showing respect. This young lady was kind to people, but when it came to firing or replacing staff, she was decisive and ruthless, just like her father.

The female engineer in a gray suit was equally respectful: "Hello, President Mou, this is our product development catalog for this year..."

Muchen Fei waved her hand to stop the woman, who was over twenty years older than her: "I just want to understand, please sit... are we making mosquito repellent products?"

The engineer was a bit puzzled: "Yes, but this is handled by Kangfeng Company, which deals with daily chemical products, not the pharmaceutical side of the group..." She was startled. Was the young lady finally starting to cross over from pharmaceuticals to other categories, gradually familiarizing herself with the group's other product systems? She had only been involved for one or two years, was it really that urgent?

Muchen Fei tried to appear casual: "Is it made with mugwort and... pine resin?" As she spoke, she wrote these two raw materials on the document in front of her, followed by a question mark for mosquito repellent.

The engineer's attitude became even more rigorous: "That's an ancient primitive formula, which also includes sulfur and arsenic. Nowadays, chemical substitutes are used, mainly chlorfluazuron and other chemical formulas. The state has very strict limits on the chemical content, because..."

Muchen Fei raised her hand, silencing the engineer, who had entered a textbook recitation mode: "How often do we use chrysanthemum in our cold and fever medicines?"

The engineer's mind was like a computer switching directories: "Chrysanthemum? It's rarely used in traditional Chinese medicine now because plants like honeysuckle, forsythia, and isatis root have much better medicinal effects. Our group's flagship products use agastache and poria..."

Muchen Fei finally felt she might have asked the wrong person. She smiled helplessly: "I can recite the formula of our family treasure... What I mean is, why don't we use chrysanthemum in our medicines? Why do some people use it?"

The engineer felt like she was in a fog, not understanding the core of the young lady's question. But bosses often ask indirect questions, so she became even more cautious: "Overall, it's because the medicinal effects are weak... I don't think any domestic pharmaceutical company uses it, right?"

Muchen Fei felt her patience was reaching its limit: "For example... why would itinerant doctors use it!" Her voice carried a hint of anger.

The poor engineer was terrified: "That... that... maybe because it's cheap? This creeping plant grows everywhere, in any place with a bit of weeds, and is a completely worthless raw material."

Muchen Fei had already written "chrysanthemum," "creeping plant," "worthless," "fever," and "cold" in the leather-bound document. Suddenly, she chuckled: "Worthless?" It was just like that ruffian, crude and unrefined, completely worthless!

For some reason, Muchen Fei's mood suddenly improved.

Really, her smile spread like ripples, and the female engineer, who was staring at her, seemed to be infected, also showing a smile: "Yes, it's probably because of the low cost. Itinerant doctors generally rely on one effective method, and the raw materials must be easily found and inexpensive. However, the situation in rural medical care has changed..."

Muchen Fei had no interest in rural medical care. Her smile still hadn't faded when the double doors opened. She raised her eyebrows, about to scold, but her father poked his head in with a smile: "I heard you want to replace the buzzer, so I brought it for you..." He changed his expression when he saw the employees.

Muchen Fei's smile continued: "Alright, thank you, Engineer Tang. We'll continue discussing this issue later..." She stood up to see her off.

The female engineer, who had traveled over 100 kilometers from the pharmaceutical research and development center, was flattered. This was the first time the young lady had summoned her for a conversation. Although it was a bit scattered, she had seen a smile, which was a good sign. At the end, there was even a handshake, which she never did. She quickly and tactfully shook hands and left, feeling it was worth it to have been noticed by the big boss.

After the engineer left, Mou Tianbo resumed his kind fatherly demeanor: "What were you talking about? Isn't she an engineer from the research center? She deals with raw material analysis, right?" He had a remarkable memory and tried to know as much as possible about his employees, especially the professionals.

Muchen Fei, for some reason, felt the need to hide it: "Nothing... just asking about something."

Mou Tianbo, being who he was, could tell from his daughter's expression that there was more to it. As he placed the new buzzer on the desk and plugged it in, he glanced at the notebook. Muchen Fei quickly tried to close it, showing that she was still just 20 years old. Her father, however, smiled: "Interested in traditional Chinese medicine formulations?" He was delighted that his successor was studying these things on her own.

As a pharmacology student from the 1980s, he had been in the industry for a lifetime and could see the connection at a glance: "What you wrote are all old traditional Chinese medicine raw materials. They are common and generally have weak medicinal effects, but they need to be combined with other ingredients... However, they are all pure green traditional Chinese medicine raw materials, which could be a good selling point for a product. At least, hyping this concept could boost our group's stock price... Hmm? This concept is quite good. What do you think? Should we call a board meeting to discuss it and prepare to operate in the A-share market?"

To be honest, at its current scale, Tianzheng Group had already entered the capital market. Although Lu Tianbo was solid in building the industrial chain, he also had to deeply understand the capital market's manipulation.

More importantly, he was genuinely overjoyed that his daughter was actively seeking these business opportunities. Regardless of profit or loss, he wanted to cultivate her confidence and sharpness, encouraging her to take risks in the market, which was just a matter of paying tuition!

But Muchen Fei wasn't doing this for business, right?

Her beautiful face, with her eyes darting around, didn't know what expression to show!

She was just asking casually...

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