Chapter 83 Young Master Ting, why are you arguing with your own wife?
Zhang Fuxi replied, "Okay, I'll go right away!"
Kong Wange watched Zhang Bo's busy figure following closely behind, and her heart was filled with strength.
Human effort can make a difference. Although she had used up all her savings for the TCM clinic, she believed that as long as she worked hard, the clinic would definitely be able to recover and everything would be alright.
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Conference room at Yunting Building.
Murong Ting looked at his group of subordinates with their heads down and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"Have you found out the source of Kong Mengjiao's scar removal cream?"
"We only found that it was sent from abroad, but we need to confirm who sent it. Our initial guess is that the sender is either her friend or she bought it from abroad, but the latter is less likely because we did not find this scar removal cream for sale on the market."
Murong Ting frowned even more deeply, and couldn't help but think of what his son had told him: the person who developed this scar removal cream was Chan Yi...
He looked at Lin Cheng coldly: "Which country did the package come from?"
"Country M".
Country M... isn't that where Chanyi lives?
Murong Ting's eyes narrowed slightly; everything was increasingly pointing to—
The person who produced this scar removal cream is Chanyi.
But if the person who developed this scar removal cream really is Chanyi, then everything seems to have reached a dead end.
Murong Ting felt a tightness in his chest: "Any news about Chu Ning from Chanyi's side? How's the investigation going?"
Lin Cheng said with difficulty, "There's still no news."
After saying that, he couldn't help but close his eyes.
Oh no, he hasn't done any of the things Young Master Ting asked him to do properly lately. Is Young Master Ting going to fire him?
Looking at his subordinates, who resembled little chicks, Murong Ting did indeed have the urge to fire them all.
But he also knew that taking his anger out on his subordinates would be pointless.
They weren't being dishonest or cunning, but they were indeed incapable of doing anything.
So he took a deep breath, suppressed his frustration, stood up and said, "Alright, everyone go back to work. We don't have much time left. I hope you can give me some good news at the next meeting."
Upon hearing this, everyone felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and they were so eager to kowtow and pledge their loyalty: "Don't worry, Young Master Ting, we will definitely work hard!"
Murong Ting nodded, then turned and left.
As he left the conference room, he passed by the smoking area, couldn't resist going in, and lit a cigarette.
He just held it between two fingers, without pulling it out.
He dislikes things that could make him lose control or become addicted, so he avoids smoking and drinking whenever possible.
But occasionally, he does need the stimulation of nicotine to soothe his emotions.
Managing such a large corporation is far more difficult than one might imagine.
The smoke rose slowly, blurring his tall, imposing figure.
Half of the seven days have already passed, and if a suitable alternative product still cannot be found...
The worst-case scenario is to agree to Kong Mengjiao's conditions and crack the formula for the scar removal cream she provided.
But he won't take that step until the very last moment.
Murong Ting detests all forms of coercion, and from the moment Kong Mengjiao stated her conditions, she had already touched a raw nerve.
Just as he was pondering this, his phone suddenly rang.
Seeing Lin Cheng's call, he stubbed out his cigarette and answered, "Go ahead."
On the other end of the phone, Lin Cheng's scream pierced through his eardrums: "Young Master Ting, where are you? Come to the R&D department quickly, something terrible has happened!"
Murong Ting: "..."
Feeling the pain in his ears, he thought seriously: if he really wanted to fire his subordinates, why not start with Lin Cheng?
Research and Development Department.
Lin Cheng held the latest test report, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
Seeing Murong Ting's tall figure striding towards him, he hurriedly went to greet him: "Young Master Ting!"
Murong Ting suppressed his urge to punch someone: "You better give me some satisfactory news, or you can forget about your year-end bonus for this quarter."
"Young Master Ting, it's more than just satisfactory, it's enough to make you soar."
Murong Ting: "..."
After a cold look, Lin Cheng finally calmed down a bit, but his face was still full of excitement and joy. He handed him the test results: "Young Master Ting, take a look at this."
Murong Ting took it and looked at the test results.
The moment a line of data came into view, he froze.
The data clearly shows that every indicator far exceeds their established standards.
In other words, this newly tested scar removal product is even more effective than Kong Mengjiao's!
Murong Ting gripped the report tightly: "What's the name of this product? Where did it come from?"
Lin Cheng was just waiting for Ting Shao to cheer with him, so he was a little confused by the question: "It's called Herbal Anti-Aging Cream? Didn't you ask the young master to have it tested?"
"Xiao Chen contacted you?" Murong Ting looked at him suspiciously.
Lin Cheng nodded firmly: "Yes, it was delivered to me by express last night!"
Where are the samples?
Lin Cheng entered the R&D department and handed him the sample: "Here, this is it."
Murong Ting took it, his pupils instantly contracting—
The packaging, the color, the scent—it's exactly the bottle Murong Chen showed him in the study last night.
This brat actually dared to forge an imperial edict!
"Young Master Ting, I was just wondering where you found this anti-aging cream. Its scar-removing effect is absolutely amazing. If we could get our hands on this, we wouldn't just be able to compete with the Qin family, we could completely crush them!"
Murong Ting tossed the test results aside and said with a stern face, "I didn't find this anti-aging cream; Xiao Chen did."
Lin Cheng was stunned: "Young Master? Where did he find him?"
He said it was given to him by Kong Wange.
"What?" Lin Cheng's eyes widened. "Then where did the young mistress get it from?"
Murong Ting looked at him irritably: "How should I know!"
He simply didn't believe that Kong Wange, a woman from the countryside, could develop such a powerful scar removal product.
Lin Cheng: LOL.
"Alright, go back to your office first. You can start investigating the source of this anti-aging cream."
"Yes, Young Master Ting!"
Lin Cheng followed behind and couldn't help but whisper, "Young Master Ting, if you ask me, we don't need to go through all this trouble to investigate. If we want to know where this anti-aging cream came from, why don't we just ask the young mistress?"
Murong Ting's face darkened: "I won't ask."
Lin Cheng: "...Young Master Ting, the young mistress is still your wife. Don't be so stubborn at a time like this. Why are you arguing with your own wife?"
Murong Ting turned around and threw a killer look at him.
Lin Cheng shrank back and dared not speak.
The two entered the office, and Murong Ting turned his head.
Lin Cheng was overjoyed. Could it be that Young Master Ting had changed his mind?
Immediately afterwards, Murong Ting said, "I won't ask, and you're not allowed to ask either, understand?"
Lin Cheng: "..."
He replied with a complicated expression, "Okay, I understand."
He finally understood that the reason the emperor was the emperor was that he could be even more willful than the crown prince!
"Young Master Ting, do you have any ideas on how to find this developer?"
Murong Ting said calmly, "We already have the product. Finding people to develop it shouldn't be difficult."
"Hmm... I'd like to hear more details!"
Murong Ting glanced at him and said, "Go search online and see if there are any advertisements for this scar removal cream, or go to beauty and medical aesthetics forums to see if there are any related posts. As long as this anti-aging cream is sold on the market, it's impossible for there to be no news about it online."
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