Chapter 72 A lifetime of illustrious reputation ruined by a pair of trousers
“We spent three whole years developing that ointment, and our staff searched for so long but couldn’t find anything comparable. Then she came over and said that her product was absolutely no worse than ours. Isn’t that ridiculous?”
Lin Cheng laughed out loud, saying "Hahahaha".
I laughed for a while, but there was no response from the other side.
He was slightly taken aback when he saw Murong Ting looking at him and asking, "So where is the ointment she brought?"
Lin Cheng was a little confused: "I...I threw it away."
After saying that, he realized what he meant and said, "No way, Mr. Ting, you don't really believe she can develop a scar removal product that can rival ours, do you?"
Murong Ting leaned back in his chair: "Better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free. Don't you understand that principle?"
Lin Cheng: "...I understand, but I threw away all that ointment..."
"Where did you throw it?"
"The trash can next to the conference room..."
Murong Ting glanced at the time and nodded: "Hmm, the garbage collector hasn't come yet."
Lin Cheng: "?"
He was almost in tears: "Young Master Ting, you wouldn't really let me rummage through the trash, would you?"
Murong Ting remained calm and composed: "Then should I have someone else translate it?"
Lin Cheng beamed with joy: "I knew you still cared about him, Young Master Ting..."
Murong Ting followed up with, "Anyway, it doesn't matter who does the job of a special assistant, it's the same no matter who does it."
Uh (⊙o⊙)…
Lin Cheng's smile froze on his face: "Young Master Ting, you're being too hasty... I love rummaging through trash cans, please wait, I'll go right away."
I'm working so hard every day just to earn this paltry sum of money!
He took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards the trash can outside the meeting room, tears welling up in his eyes.
The meeting room has been used frequently these past two days. It was almost empty in the morning, but by this time in the afternoon it was almost full.
The trash can was filled with takeout containers, tissues, and fruit peels.
Lin Cheng almost fainted at first glance.
After a long pause, he steeled himself, pinched his nose, and slowly reached his hand toward the trash can...
That moment felt like an eternity.
In his heart, he cursed Kong Mengjiao a thousand times for replacing the jar with such a small one.
He didn't know how long he had been rummaging around inside, but he finally touched a small glass bottle.
Without thinking, he quickly grabbed it and pulled it out.
It was the one Kong Mengjiao gave him!
Lin Cheng almost knelt down when he saw the small bottle.
Clutching it, he ran quickly to the bathroom.
After washing his hands 108 times to make sure there was no odor, he comfortably left the bathroom and walked towards the CEO's office.
Just then, my phone rang a few times.
When I clicked on it, it was a message from the "Yunting Chat Gossip Group".
He glanced at it casually, then suddenly stopped moving.
"Look, isn't that Assistant Lin rummaging through the trash can?"
A picture then popped up—
It was his "graceful" posture as he turned sideways to flip the trash can.
Because he was working so hard, his red underwear accidentally peeked out from under his black suit.
The screen instantly went viral.
"It's confirmed that Assistant Lin in red underwear is indeed born in the Year of the Rat!"
"Is Assistant Lin really that miserable? He's reduced to scavenging for a living?"
"Looks like it's not easy to work alongside the CEO!"
"Come on, everyone, let's raise funds to bring good luck to Assistant Lin in his birth year, so that he won't get scolded by the CEO every day and can pick up flowers from the trash can!"
"I will give you three hairs for every good deed I do every day."
"I'll donate 80 cents for every good deed I do every day!"
"I'll donate one yuan for every good deed I do every day!"
...
Lin Cheng: "...crying."
His hand holding the phone trembled slightly; at that moment, eight bloody words flashed through his mind—
A lifetime of illustrious reputation, ruined by a pair of trousers!
Lin Cheng took the scar removal cream and, instead of returning to the president's office, handed it directly to the R&D department.
Upon seeing him, the R&D staff quickly put away their phones and greeted him with a smile, "Assistant Lin is here."
Lin Cheng: "..."
It's obvious they were looking at the group chat from earlier.
He coughed lightly and said, "These are newly submitted samples. Try to get them tested before you leave work today."
A little girl quickly took it: "Okay, no problem!"
As she spoke, she instinctively glanced at Lin Cheng's lower body.
Lin Cheng: "...What are you looking at? Do you have X-ray vision?"
"Send me the test results on my phone." After venting his frustration in his mind, he said this and turned to leave.
Unfortunately, he was going too fast and almost stumbled because he didn't notice his footing.
"Hey Assistant Lin, you'd better be careful, this is your zodiac year."
Lin Cheng gritted his teeth and said, enunciating each word clearly: "...I know, I don't need you to remind me!"
It wasn't until he turned the corner that he felt the eager gazes of the group of people behind him shift away from him.
Upon entering the CEO's office, Murong Ting, seeing his relieved expression, asked, "Did you send the ointment to the R&D department?"
Facing Murong Ting, he felt much more at ease and let out a long sigh: "Yes, the results will be available today."
Murong Ting nodded and glanced at him: "Yeah, if there's nothing else, go downstairs and buy some food. I'll be working overtime tonight."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Lin Cheng turned to leave, but halfway there he remembered, "Actually, Young Master Ting, I can keep watch by myself tonight. You should go back and keep the young mistress company. It would be so nice to eat the food she cooks."
Murong Ting: "..."
Thinking about the series of troubles that happened last night because of dinner...
He called him earnestly: "Lin Cheng".
Lin Cheng gave a sweet smile: "What's wrong, Young Master Ting?"
"A long beak isn't necessarily for speaking."
Lin Cheng: "..."
Did he say something wrong?
Could it be that the young mistress's cooking is terrible?
Completely bewildered, he went out to buy dinner.
It was common for Murong Ting to work overtime at the company, so Lin Cheng went to Xinglinchun, a restaurant he was used to eating at, to buy some light dishes to take home.
This back-and-forth took quite a while, and just as he finished his dinner, the test results came back.
Lin Cheng was sitting in the outer room, stuffing a jianbing (Chinese crepe) into his mouth, when he heard his phone ring. He quickly took it out and ran to Murong Ting's office.
"Young Master Ting, the results are in!"
"Hmm, let me see."
"Hey, if you ask me, asking me to rummage through the trash is pointless. That ointment is definitely not even half as good as our own self-developed products..."
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes, which were fixed on his phone screen, suddenly widened.
"What the hell?!"
This sudden surprise caused the jianbing guozi (a type of Chinese crepe) to get stuck in his throat, nearly choking him to death.
He quickly gulped down two mouthfuls of water, which finally helped him swallow it down.
However, looking at his phone, he still couldn't believe it.
"What was the result?" Murong Ting frowned when he saw his expression.
Lin Cheng looked at Murong Ting and swallowed hard: "Young Master Ting, the people in the R&D department said that the effect of this scar removal cream is comparable to the scar removal gel we developed ourselves."
Murong Ting suddenly stood up.
He took Lin Cheng's phone and looked through all the details of the appraisal.
After a long pause, he said, "Indeed, most of the ingredients in this ointment are completely different from ours, but its effects are just as good. Go contact Kong Mengjiao and ask her what she wants. We must reach an agreement on this cooperation, no matter the cost."
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