Chapter 380 Su Yue's factory was considered unsophisticated?

"It's from the Provincial Foreign Affairs Bureau." Huo Wenxuan caught his breath, tucked his briefcase under his arm, and wore a look of anticipation. "They said there's a French business delegation that's coming to visit our factory first thing tomorrow morning."

Su Yue bit the straw flat, not taking it seriously: "Let them come, it's not like I've never seen foreigners before."

“This time it’s different.” Huo Wenxuan lowered his voice and mysteriously held up three fingers. “The one leading the group is Pierre. Pierre from the French L Group. He said he’s interested in our ‘Pearl Cream’ and our new ‘phage’ technology and wants to discuss an acquisition.”

"Acquisition?" Su Yue threw the empty soda bottle into the trash can with a loud clatter. "Quite an appetite."

Gu Beichen stood to the side, tucking Su Yue's wind-blown hair behind her ear: "If you don't want to see her, just cancel the meeting."

"Why push it away? Business delivered to our doorstep, why not take it?" Su Yue dusted off her hands and turned to Huo Wenxuan. "Tell the Foreign Affairs Bureau that we warmly welcome them. However, acquisition is out of the question. If you want to cooperate, you have to follow my rules."

Huo Wenxuan snapped his fingers: "Alright, I knew you'd never be taken advantage of. I'll go tell them now, and while I'm at it, I'll have someone change those banners in the factory, make them look more stylish."

The next morning, several black Hongqi sedans with provincial capital license plates slowly drove into the LanHai Daily Chemical Factory.

The car door opened, and the first to get out were several provincial officials dressed in Zhongshan suits, all of them looking tense, afraid of neglecting their distinguished guests.

Immediately afterwards, a tall French man with a small mustache came down. He was wearing a smart gray suit, with a silk handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket, and a walking stick in his hand.

Pierre. Head of the L Group.

He stood on the cement ground of the factory area and looked around.

Those factory buildings that had just been painted green, and even the chimneys belching white smoke in the distance, all seemed to him to have a cheap feel to them.

“Mon Dieu (Good heavens).” Pierre pulled out a clean white handkerchief, covered his nose, frowned, and rattled off a string of French.

The translator quickly stepped forward and said to Su Yue and Gu Beichen, "Mr. Pierre said that the environment here is just too... too primitive. He finds it hard to imagine that such a magical face cream could be produced in a workshop like this."

The translation used very euphemistic language, but everyone could hear the underlying disdain.

The workshop foremen standing at the back all turned pale.

workshop?

This is the most advanced daily chemical production line in the entire province!

Su Yue was wearing simple work clothes today, a white lab coat open, revealing a light blue shirt underneath. Ignoring the translator, she took a step forward and stared at Pierre.

"Monsieur Pierre, appearance does not determine quality."

Her French flowed from her lips in a pure Parisian accent, so fluent and without any accent.

Pierre, who was wiping away non-existent dust with a handkerchief, abruptly stopped upon hearing this.

He looked up, staring in surprise at the young Chinese woman before him.

"You speak French?" Pierre put down his handkerchief, his attitude softening slightly, but his arrogance remained. "Since you understand, let's get straight to the point. The L Group is very interested in your formula. One million US dollars for the exclusive rights to the Pearl Cream and Sea Buckthorn Cream. In addition, we are willing to offer two million for that phage technology."

When the accompanying officials heard this number, they all gasped in shock.

Three million US dollars! In this day and age, that's an astronomical figure!

Huo Wenxuan, standing behind, nudged Gu Beichen in the waist: "Old Gu, this foreigner is really rich. Three million, enough for us to build ten more factories."

Gu Beichen crossed his arms, his face expressionless: "Does Su Yue look like someone who's short of money?"

Sure enough, Su Yue smiled.

Her laughter was soft, yet carried a chilling undertone.

“Mr. Pierre, you may not understand the situation,” Su Yue retorted in French. “Blue Ocean is not short of money, nor is it selling formulas. If you are here with the intention of acquisition, then the door is over there. Goodbye.”

Pierre was stunned. He had traveled all over the world and had never seen a small factory owner dare to refuse a check from the L Group like that.

“Young lady, you’re too arrogant.” Pierre tapped the ground with his cane. “Without the L Group’s distribution channels and brand endorsement, your products won’t be able to leave Asia. Moreover, I seriously doubt whether you can guarantee the stability of your products under these rudimentary conditions. Western skin is different from Eastern skin; your products might only be suitable for…”

He shrugged, not saying the words "yellow skin," but the meaning was clear.

Su Yue's smile vanished.

“Since Mr. Pierre is questioning our technology,” Su Yue stepped aside and gestured for him to proceed, “please move to the laboratory. Let’s let the facts speak for themselves.”

The laboratory is located at the very back of the factory area and was designed by Su Yue herself.

Although the equipment cannot compare with top international institutions, it has all the necessary centrifuges and incubators, and is spotless.

Su Yue put on a sterile gown and gloves.

She stood in front of the lab table, and her entire aura instantly changed. It was absolute confidence and professionalism.

“Westerners have a diet high in protein and fat, which leads to more active sebaceous glands, but their stratum corneum is thicker, making their skin rougher,” Su Yue said, her hands moving constantly.

Sampling, weighing, mixing, emulsifying.

Her movements were so fast they were dazzling.

“Pearl powder is too fine and can easily clog your large pores. So, I added two percent salicylic acid and rosemary essential oil.” Su Yue heated the test tube over an alcohol lamp and gently shook it. “It can control oil and tighten pores. This is the right product for you.”

Ten minutes later.

A bottle of pale green ointment appeared in front of Pierre.

There is no pungent artificial fragrance, only a faint herbal scent.

"Try it." Su Yue handed the bottle over.

Pierre scooped up a little with some skepticism and applied it to the back of his hand.

The cream melts upon contact with the skin and is instantly absorbed. The back of my hands, which were previously dry and chapped, immediately became moisturized and smooth, without any greasy feeling.

Pierre's eyes widened. He had worked for the L Group for thirty years, smelled countless fragrances, and tried countless formulas. But this concoction, prepared in just ten minutes, was better than the new product their lab had spent six months developing!

“C’est magique…” Pierre muttered to himself.

He looked up, and his gaze towards Su Yue completely changed. From initial disdain, it turned into shock, even a hint of fanaticism.