Xu Milu noticed his emotions and adjusted her hat, saying:

“Those are all volunteers participating in the clinical trials of the drug ‘Yin Gui No. 7’. The original purpose of building the Honghe Botanical Garden was to facilitate the recuperation of patients, with a focus on getting close to nature and using a combination of dietary therapy and drug treatment. The activities of visitors are limited to the aircraft, so they will not disturb the patients’ rest.”

"Are they all cancer patients?"

Jiang Xinyue was startled. Although she couldn't see the faces of the people on the ground clearly from a distance, she could tell that there was no trace of gloom or despair on them after being tormented by disease for so long. They were just like ordinary people, living slowly and enjoying everything.

The patients were not quite the same as those he remembered.

Jiang Xinyue was too young when her mother passed away. She only remembers the smell of disinfectant in the ward and her mother's increasingly thin face.

But he did witness his father's death step by step. A Shandong man who was over 1.9 meters tall was tormented by disease until he was just a skeleton. His eye sockets were sunken and his cheeks were deeply hollow. In the end, the only way to tell that he was still alive was by looking at his eyes.

Painful wails, a busy operating room, a resuscitation room with its red light constantly on, pale faces, endless chemotherapy, various tubes inserted into the body... a white sheet covering the corpse.

A flicker of fear flashed across Jiang Xinyue's face—the fear of death.

Xu Milu glanced at him and said calmly:

"I read an article of yours about Honghe Research Institute's practice of providing free drugs for the first three phases of clinical trials and covering all subsequent drug treatment costs."

"ah?"

Jiang Xinyue didn't understand why the topic had suddenly veered off course, but she still continued the conversation:

"Yes, I think that although Honghe Technology's actions will attract some criticism and attacks, they can help the most critically ill patients who really need help. Such conditions will help filter out some cancer patients whose conditions are not very serious or whose families can afford the high cost of chemotherapy. This is why I am willing for Honghe Technology to acquire Mingyue Media. Honghe Technology is a company with humanistic warmth."

Of course, I also have my own selfish motives. I hope to join the Phase II clinical trial of "Yingui No. 7" at the Honghe Research Institute. In order to secure resources, I am willing to pay for the treatment myself. Mr. Ren, I sincerely hope you will give me a chance, and I will prove my worth.

What a talent!

Xu Milu rubbed her fingers together, suppressing the excitement in her heart, and pretended to be calm, saying:

"If I asked you to handle the public relations for Honghe Technology, how would you salvage its reputation?"

Is this an interview?!

Xinyue immediately perked up, pushed up her glasses, and said without hesitation:

"If we do nothing and respond now, and someone takes this opportunity to demand that the Honghe Research Institute disclose some of its treatment content, it will only put the institute in a passive position. Rather than proving ourselves, we should let the other party produce evidence of Honghe's illegal experiments. We can hold back for now, let public opinion continue to ferment, and wait for all parties to get involved, the waters to be stirred up, and then identify the teammates we can ally with before we can turn the tables on them."

Mr. Ren, if I may be frank, the cancer market is such a huge pie that even with official endorsement, Honghe cannot possibly take it all. There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests. My suggestion is that Honghe should join forces with several major domestic pharmaceutical companies to quickly seize the overseas market, hiding under the shadow of public opinion, and catch them off guard.

Temporary reputation is not important; the most important thing is ultimate profit. Furthermore, I believe that Mr. Ren's vision extends far beyond the domestic market.

At this point, he couldn't help but pause and smile slightly:

“I was admitted to Zurich Business School with a full scholarship for my undergraduate degree, graduated with a master’s degree in finance from Oxford University, and I also have dual doctoral degrees in marketing and public relations. Of course, if I hadn’t gotten sick, I might have continued to pursue a doctorate in economics at Oxford University.”

Wow.

That's amazing!

Xu Milu was secretly astonished by the string of academic qualifications she heard.

Even Zhang Cang couldn't help but glance at him, wondering what he had done to deserve working with such a remarkable person.

"Okay, I'll give you a week to rest. Come to work next Monday."

Xu Milu appeared calm on the surface, but inside she was incredibly excited and had already started planning how to deal with Jiang Mingyue.

If this were a gacha game, Wang Lan would be an SR card with her own unique skills, while Jiang Xinyue would be an SSR card with full stars and full life!

Someone who can handle public relations and write plans, manage a company and make investments, and is skilled in both marketing and business—finding such a talent is like winning the lottery!

"Actually, if possible, I can start working tomorrow."

Jiang Xinyue took a deep breath, and a hint of anticipation finally appeared on her face:

"Having gone through all this, I'm already looking forward to working and living at Honghe Technology. Thank you, Mr. Ren, for trusting me. I will definitely prove my worth to you."

Zhang Cang: "..."

Such a cunning colleague, he'll have to work overtime and stay up late to avoid being replaced as the "boss's number one lackey"!

If all else fails, have your parents burn a couple more incense sticks for the boss.

If you lack the skill, make up for it with metaphysics.