Chapter 396 No, it's "Tough Guys Selling Goods"!
The next morning, Li Wen waited early at the door of the factory director's office.
He held out his hand to Su Yue; the cracks on it had begun to scab over and heal, and the redness and swelling had subsided considerably.
"What's the water-to-oil ratio in the formula for this stuff?" Li Wen's voice was a little hoarse. "How did you get rid of the fishy smell and greasiness of lanolin? Did you use supercritical extraction?"
This is what experts say.
Su Yue raised her head, looked at the man who had finally lowered his proud head, and smiled.
"Want to know?" Su Yue pointed to the chair next to her. "Sit down and tell me. But before you do, get me this pile of last year's inventory reports sorted out. You're not allowed to eat until you finish."
Li Wen paused for a moment, then grabbed the stack of reports, plopped down, and sat down with more energy than ever before.
Li Wen, clutching the stack of reports, swayed and staggered out of the office like a limp shrimp with its tendons pulled out.
The door was closed, shutting out the cold wind from outside.
Su Yue rubbed her throbbing temples and turned up the desk lamp.
The dim, yellowish light shone on the newly written "Phase II Clinical Trial Report of Seabuckthorn Repair Cream".
The densely packed data, every decimal point, represents the blood and sweat poured out over the past two weeks.
The wall clock ticked away.
Twelve o'clock.
The machines in the factory area stopped running, and only the occasional barking of dogs could be heard in the distance.
Su Yue lay on the table, intending to just take a nap, but the continuous work over the past few days had been too exhausting, and her eyelids felt like they were filled with lead.
Consciousness gradually sank into darkness.
I don't know how much time has passed.
A familiar scent lingered around my nose.
The scent of pine, mixed with a faint tobacco aroma, and the biting chill of wind and snow that rolls through the north.
Su Yue suddenly woke up with a start.
A thick military overcoat was draped over her, still warm from her body.
She looked up and bumped into a broad, hard embrace.
"woke up?"
A deep, hoarse voice sounded above him, tinged with the strain of a long journey.
Su Yue froze for two seconds, then reached out to pinch her thigh.
pain.
It's not a dream.
Gu Beichen stood in front of the desk, still wearing the same military uniform he had left in, his top button fastened meticulously, though there was a bit of dust on his collar.
A layer of bluish stubble appeared on his chin, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted from his journey.
"How could you..."
As soon as Su Yue opened her mouth, he turned her and her chair around.
Gu Beichen braced himself on the armrest with one hand, encircling her between himself and the chair, and lowered his head, his forehead touching hers.
"On the way."
There are only two words.
But the hot breath he exhaled made Su Yue's heart tremble.
The distance between Beijing and Hainan Island is thousands of kilometers. What kind of convenient route would lead you here?
"Is there any progress on Qin Zheng's matter?" Su Yue reached out to touch his face.
It feels rough to the touch, like touching a piece of sandpaper.
The wind in the capital is strong. It had only been a short time, but his once handsome face was already peeling and red, especially his cheekbones, which felt prickly to the touch.
"Hmm." Gu Beichen didn't explain much, but just rubbed his face against her palm. "The materials have been submitted, and someone is protecting him. While the task force was away verifying information, I applied for a Level 1 mission to escort equipment to Guangzhou, and then I came back to check on things."
They said they took a detour, but they probably drove back overnight.
Su Yue felt a pang of sadness, but she didn't expose him.
Gu Beichen straightened up and, as if by magic, pulled out an aluminum lunchbox from behind him and placed it on the table.
"It's still hot."
The lid is lifted.
A rich aroma of meat wafted over.
It's braised pork with potatoes, served on a thick layer of glistening white rice that looks incredibly appetizing.
"Passing by the state-run restaurant, I thought you probably hadn't eaten properly again."
Gu Beichen shoved the chopsticks into her hand, then dragged a chair over and sat down opposite her, his long legs casually stretched out, taking up most of the aisle.
Su Yue was indeed hungry.
She picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth; it was fatty but not greasy, and melted in her mouth.
Gu Beichen didn't eat; he just stared at her.
"Is that Li Wen still behaving himself?"
"He's behaved now." Su Yue swallowed her food. "Let him go and move canned goods for a few days to cure his bad habits."
Gu Beichen twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a cold smile: "Needs practice."
Su Yue had almost finished eating and put down her chopsticks.
Her gaze fell on Gu Beichen's face, chapped from the wind, and a thought struck her.
"Don't move."
Su Yue turned around and took the freshly dispensed glass bottle from the experimental shelf.
The pale yellow paste gleamed with an oily sheen under the light.
Gu Beichen raised an eyebrow: "This is that 'Frost' thing?"
"Sea buckthorn repair cream." Su Yue scooped out a large piece and applied it directly to his face. "It's specially designed to cure your old, calloused skin."
With warm fingertips, I spread the ointment on my face.
Gu Beichen hissed and instinctively tried to dodge.
The stinging sensation of the wind blowing through cracks turned into a burning pain the moment the ointment touched the skin, but then a cool, soothing sensation seeped into the skin.
"Bear with it." Su Yue pressed down on his shoulder.
Two minutes later.
Gu Beichen touched his face.
The tight, dry feeling is gone, and the areas that used to hurt when touched are now much softer.
"nice one."
Gu Beichen stared at the bottle in his hand, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in his eyes, which were originally bloodshot.
He was a commander, so he knew all too well the value of this thing.
Northern border, island outpost.
Soldiers are exposed to wind and sun year-round, and it is common for their hands and feet to crack and their faces to peel.
In severe cases, the fingers holding the gun are covered in cuts and blood, making it impossible to pull the trigger.
Existing clam oil is too oily, easily attracts dust, and has only a moderate pain-relieving effect.
"Is this thing expensive?" Gu Beichen asked.
"Not expensive." Su Yue tightened the bottle cap. "The main ingredients are sea buckthorn fruit and lanolin, which are cheap things in the Northwest. The value lies in the extraction technology."
Gu Beichen stuffed the bottle of cream into his pocket, his movements as swift as if he were snatching a prize.
"Prepare two boxes for me."
"You're taking it to the capital?"
"Giving gifts." Gu Beichen stood up and straightened his collar. "Those military police from the Beijing Garrison patrol the streets every day, their faces are as cold as monkey butts. Sending this stuff over is more effective than cigarettes and alcohol."
Is this some kind of "first lady diplomacy"?
No, it's "tough guys promoting products".
Su Yue smiled: "Okay, there's plenty of stock in the warehouse."
It was almost dawn.
The east was beginning to lighten with the first light of dawn.
Gu Beichen didn't let Su Yue see him off; the two went home one after the other.
The Gu family courtyard was quiet.
Zhang Huilan had already gone to sleep.
Gu Beichen gently pushed open the door to the west room.
The two little ones were sleeping soundly on the kang (a heated brick bed).
Gu Ping'an lay on his back in a "spread-eagle" position, the blanket kicked to one side, revealing his round little belly.
Gu Ningjing huddled in the corner, hugging a cloth tiger, her sleeping posture quite demure.
Gu Beichen stood by the kang (a heated brick bed) and stared at it for a long time.
He bent down to cover his son with the blanket, then reached out and poked his daughter's chubby cheeks.
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