Unlike the original story, this time Yixin Pharmaceutical Technology Co., Ltd., although a subsidiary of the Xia family, is not wholly owned by the Xia family. 29% is held by her, and 60% of the shares belong to Lu Yan, who is also the absolute chairman. In the future, these shares will be worth hundreds of billions of dollars, and they will be priceless and unavailable for sale.
The remaining 11% belong to Huaxia Medical College and Professor Hao. In fact, Huaxia Medical College is secretly authorized by the Chinese government.
Furthermore, the company has signed a contract with the person in charge in China, prioritizing the Chinese market for all future drugs, while RP3 will be developed entirely in accordance with Chinese policies.
Employees began to move into the large factory area one after another, and Professor Hao and his team, accompanied by Lu Yan, confirmed the research institute in the factory area.
It is September, the golden autumn month.
Unlike the bustling scene of workers cleaning up the factory area, there was a large open space next to the main road of the factory, with rows of maple trees standing tall. The fallen leaves were scattered all over the ground, looking like a golden carpet, creating a breathtaking view.
The burdock she had accidentally picked up earlier was also nearby.
Unknowingly, I found myself in a maple forest. Suddenly, I caught a glimpse of light in the grass not far away. There was a reporter!
She had just turned around when she unexpectedly bumped into someone's arms. The cool fragrance of his breath made her mind go blank, and the strong heartbeat of his chest pressed against her cheek made her feel his powerful heartbeat.
"Why do you walk so quietly?" She felt uncomfortable all over and tried to back away, but the more she tried, the more chaotic things became. A strand of her hair got tangled in the button of his collar, and when she moved, several strands of her hair were pulled out. She hissed and gasped.
"Don't move."
The man's deep, mellow voice was like red wine, possessing a magical quality.
With the sound of a blade slicing through hair, she regained her freedom; a dozen or so strands of black hair had been snapped in half by the knife. This guy always carries a pencil sharpener knife? Wait, why does he look so familiar…?
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