"Human experimentation? Are you kidding me?"

Zhang Cang, standing to the side, looked incredulous: "Are you crazy? If you want to smear us, you should at least come up with a better reason. One gram of 'Yin Gui No. 7' extract is worth $100,000. If we're really going to do human experiments, we should at least use a cheaper drug, okay?"

Xu Milu raised her hand, slightly stopping him from speaking, and after thinking for a moment, asked:

How serious is the public opinion situation?

Kong Lingnian closed the documents in his hand, pondered for a moment, and said:

"Currently, similar public opinion is still in the minority in China, and the public relations department is working hard to deal with it. Although the 1,330 participants in the experiment have not shown any signs of withdrawing, the international public opinion is spreading very quickly. In addition, some people are taking advantage of the situation, and Honghe Biotechnology's reputation among the public is gradually declining. Mr. Ren, if the clinical trial is only open to the domestic public for free, it will inevitably cause some people to talk about it and give other companies a springboard to attack us. My suggestion is to charge a reasonable fee. Firstly, it can eliminate the doubts of some people, and secondly, it can also recover some costs."

His suggestion is actually quite pertinent. People can never unconditionally trust another intelligent individual. If their first few trials were open to volunteers for free, it would scare away some patients.

But Xu Milu still shook her head:

"No, we will proceed according to the original plan. The first three batches of drug clinical trials will be free for Chinese patients, and all volunteer patients who participate in the trials will also have their subsequent drug treatment costs waived."

"I understand. If we follow your requirements, Mr. Ren, our project team may need to apply for another round of funding to purchase new experimental equipment. I will report the specific details later."

Kong Lingnian didn't dwell on it, but quickly moved on to the next topic:

"I have sent the project report on the construction of the Honghe Sanatorium and the Honghe Botanical Garden to your email. I have no problems on my end for now. I'll get back to work now, Mr. Ren."

Xu Milu truly experienced what it felt like to have a subordinate who could get things done.

Zhang Cang: "..."

Seemingly sensing something, as soon as Kong Lingnian left the office, he immediately went to the desk, excitedly snapped a picture of a folder, and said with a boastful tone:

"Boss, the acquisition of Nianlun Films and Dadi Films has started, and the negotiations are going very smoothly. Nianlun Films will be acquired for 9.5 million, and Dadi Films for 13 million. However, that Jiang Xinyue is a bit difficult to deal with—"

Jiang Xinyue is a somewhat feminine name, and before seeing the information, Xu Milu also thought that the other party was a woman.

She flipped through the documents and casually asked, "How so?"

Zhang Cang spoke eloquently:

"Xinyue Film and Television Media was founded by Jiang Xinyue's father, Jiang Danian. He took over his father's business when he was 27 years old. At that time, Xinyue Film and Television was already on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management. It was Jiang Xinyue who signed a betting agreement worth 100 million yuan with Wanhua and made some extreme moves to bring the company back to life. He also snatched the film and television adaptation rights of several popular IPs. If it weren't for a shareholder suddenly withdrawing his investment some time ago, which caused Xinyue's capital chain to break, he probably wouldn't have agreed to the acquisition."

Isn't this going quite smoothly?

Xu Milu didn't understand what the problem was, so she simply raised an eyebrow, signaling Zhang Cang to continue.

"Hehehe, it's all because of your great charm, boss. Jiang Xinyue is willing to give us a very low price, but he has one condition: he wants to meet you, boss."

Seeing that Xu Milu remained unmoved, Zhang Cang's smile faded, and he pointed to the documents in front of her, saying seriously:

“I’ve investigated. Jiang Xinyue’s father passed away two years ago from cancer, and her mother also passed away when she was very young from breast cancer. I guess it’s because of the clinical trial of ‘Yingui No. 7’ that she wants to meet with you, Boss.”

Xu Milu wasn't actually interested in Xinyue Film and Television Media; what she admired was Jiang Xinyue's courage in making a do-or-die decision, selling all her possessions to sign a gambling agreement.

For Ren Honghe, money is now just a fluctuating number; what she lacks even more is talent capable of making decisions in her absence.

Xu Milu quickly provided the answer:

“I remember that the Honghe Sanatorium and Botanical Garden project in Ningcheng have been completed. I happen to have a private trip next Monday, and he can have two hours to see me there before then.”

"Okay, I'll go and inform him right away."

Zhang Cang had only run a few steps when he slipped back with a grin, pulling a gold-embossed invitation from his pocket:

"Boss, I'm getting married next month. You absolutely have to bring Miss Xu to support me! You don't even need a red envelope, just your presence is enough. You know my Nana, she's practically your biggest fan. If you don't come, she'll probably nag me for the rest of her life. For my lifelong happiness, please, boss, do me the honor of coming! Besides, my parents firmly believe you're a benefactor to our family. We even have your name on the wall at home and burn incense every day! You can sit wherever you want, I wouldn't mind if you sat on the stage!"

Zhang Cang's first girlfriend ran away when he started his business. Later, he got together with He Na, a researcher at the institute. The two dated for a year and then planned to get married quickly. This was considered a good story in the company for a while.

However, this group of people really naturally assumed that "Ren Honghe" and "Xu Milu" were a couple.

And what's with burning incense over names?

She's not dead yet.

Xu Milu accepted the invitation expressionlessly, neither saying whether she would go nor not, but simply pointing in the direction of the door:

"……roll."

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