"Finally, there are many ways to show your love and care. Please read the relevant content on our company's homepage. Thank you sincerely for your participation. You are a kind-hearted person. On behalf of all members of the company and all future customers who will benefit from our products, I would like to express my deepest respect to you!"
The official reply caught Lin Yao's eye; the tone and tact were impeccable—this was a capable person. The woman who initially posted then replied, "I also admire you and your company. I know what to do. I'll immediately become your customer and order 'Minhong Drought-Resistant Functional Drink' online. Please help me deliver it to the disaster victims."
Following numerous comments, an official reply appeared: "Thank you! Our online orders are placed in a dedicated section. Once your remittance is received, it will be displayed in the announcement section along with a tracking number. Please remember your tracking number so you can check which business cluster this remittance belonged to. The shipping time, arrival location, and beneficiaries of each business cluster will all be published on the website. The signatures and fingerprint verification confirmation slips for the disaster victims who received their drinks will be scanned and published on the website after twenty days for customer inquiries and verification. Thank you again! Wishing you good health!"
"These are real professionals!" Lin Yao thought to himself. Seeing the professionalism of "Customer Service 0528," Lin Yao was even more grateful to have found Ye Zhaoxian and Liu Wei to help him. Such a huge project could not be accomplished by just a few people.
In the recruitment section, Lin Yao also found a very popular post titled "Minhong Pharmaceutical is actually a shell company," which had a high click-through rate and reply rate.
Upon opening this post, one is greeted by a highly offensive article, which essentially claims that Minhong Pharmaceutical Company is a "four-nothing" shell company—no production workshop, no bottling plant, no logistics department, and not even any employees—and warns people not to be deceived. The article uses extremely malicious language, and its intention to incite and distort the facts is very clear.
Upon seeing this, Lin Yao felt a sense of impending crisis. Who was this? Who knew so much about his family's background so quickly and was stirring up trouble online?
Yao reviewed his experience. His family had done a good job of keeping secrets. Even Wen Youmin, who had commissioned the processing and production, had not revealed any information beforehand. So it could only be his second uncle, Luo Jichang, who was up to something, or Ning Qingfan and Xiang Guoqing, whom he had rejected in Beijing. They were able to quickly find out that his father had registered Minhong Pharmaceutical Company through their connections, which meant that they had connections in government agencies.
Damn it, if they really come to cause trouble, I won't hesitate to kill them! People who mess with disaster victims shouldn't even think about their own health! Lin Yao thought fiercely. He didn't care how these people treated him, but if they were so despicable in the face of such a major issue, he would not tolerate them. He would make sure they were bedridden in the future to prevent them from harming the people again.
The subsequent replies comforted Lin Yao. The professional customer service responded immediately, reiterating the State Drug Administration's approval document and registration number, and providing access to the Administration's official website, instructing users on how to verify the document's authenticity. Then, the topic shifted, questioning the poster's identity and motives, subtly portraying them as a national disgrace and an enemy of the people.
The intervention of professionals immediately turned the tide. Almost all subsequent comments supported Minhong Pharmaceutical, with a considerable number containing profanities directed at the poster's family. A few comments expressed concern, but all expressed support for the action. After all, no fraudulent company would recruit thousands of people nationwide to go to the disaster area. Could they possibly defeat thousands of defrauded volunteers? So they decided to wait and see for a few days, and make a decision on whether to donate after receiving news from relatives and friends in the disaster area.
After browsing the Minhong Pharmaceutical website, Lin Yao was completely reassured about Liu Wei and Sun Yifu's abilities. Seeing the overwhelming support and praise on major websites and forums across the country, Lin Yao's heart was also stirred. He firmly believed that the enthusiasm and national cohesion of the Chinese people could create miracles. At that moment, his heart was filled with love—love for this country, love for this nation, and love for all the elders, brothers, and sisters on this land.
Opening the "Medical Forum," Lin Yao felt like vomiting blood. Naturally, the forum praised this patriotic national enterprise in the pharmaceutical industry, but these people, mostly obsessed with medicine, not only enthusiastically discussed the formula and process of "Minhong Anti-Drought Functional Beverage," but also compared the "scum" in the pharmaceutical industry who had appeared a few days earlier to Minhong Pharmaceutical.
Lin Yao was deeply frustrated by an article titled "On the Contrast Between Angels and Minhong Pharmaceuticals." The article contrasted the angels' constant pretense of purity and nobility with their eventual revelation of their monstrous nature with Minhong Pharmaceuticals' massive losses in saving the health of 13 million disaster victims. While praising Minhong Pharmaceuticals with the most eloquent language, the article also used the vicious, literary style of insulting others without using vulgar language to attack the angels.
The comments section was filled with former Angel fans. Apart from those who had benefited from the situation and were unwilling to believe that Angel was morally corrupt, everyone agreed with the original poster's point of view. Even those fans who didn't believe it were persuaded by everyone to leave Angel's camp.
Sigh... let them be. Lin Yao sighed and closed the post. As long as he had a clear conscience, that was enough.
Meanwhile, Yue Qiqiu and Guo Yixiang, who were staying at a high-end hotel, were also browsing the "Medical Forum." After meeting Lin Yao, they were both impressed by his miraculous medical skills. In their opinion, a doctor with such superb medical skills must be of good character. Although they didn't understand his actions, they absolutely disagreed with the views expressed in that post. However, due to a confidentiality agreement, they couldn't speak up to clarify things for Teacher Angel and could only endure it, hoping that Teacher Angel would provide an explanation in the future.
Situ Hao was also browsing the forum. At this moment, he had a vague idea in his mind. Angel Teacher was in Chengdu, and Minhong Pharmaceutical was also in Chengdu. Angel Teacher was short of money, and Minhong Pharmaceutical was newly established and did not even have its own pharmaceutical factory. This disaster relief operation would result in huge losses. Connecting these things, Situ Hao realized that Lin Yao might be the mysterious pharmacist of Minhong Pharmaceutical. After all, Lin Yao's miraculous medical skills and Minhong Pharmaceutical's miraculous products were almost on the same level, only in different fields. One produced medicines, and the other treated diseases.
After having this thought, Situ Hao could no longer contain his shock. He increasingly felt that his conjecture was true, and he admired Lin Yao even more. As a senior member of the "Medical Forum" for three years, Situ Hao knew how superb the Angel Teacher's medical knowledge and respectable character were. Now that he had suddenly fallen to the mortal world for money, there must be a special reason, and that reason was to save the disaster victims.
Situ Hao, who was good at judging people, had a very good impression of Lin Yao. He immediately made a decision, opened his online banking page, transferred four million from his account to Lin Yao's account, and then sent a text message, "I support Teacher Angel!"
Lin Yao was browsing the web, feeling down, when he suddenly received a bank text message notification that four million had been deposited into his account. He wondered which careless person had transferred the money to the wrong account, when he received another text message from Situ Hao. It turned out the other party had already guessed his identity. Lin Yao didn't mince words; dealing with such a smart and decent person didn't require much scheming. He knew Situ Hao was supporting the disaster area and his family's business through concrete actions, so he immediately replied, "Thank you on their behalf! I'll remember you."
Situ Hao smiled, closed his phone, and knew that his guess was completely correct. A sense of accomplishment welled up in his heart, just like the sense of accomplishment and joy he felt when he received his college entrance examination notice. Looking at his wife, who was still a little worried, he said, "Aruo, we'll go back to Beijing tomorrow. There's no need to worry about Yan'er's illness at all."
Situ Hao's wife looked up in shock. They had just planned to stay in Chengdu for a few more days to observe the situation and find Yan'er in case anything went wrong. "What if Yan'er's test results change tomorrow..."
"There's no chance of anything going wrong. There's no need for a check-up tomorrow. Just do everything according to Teacher Angel's arrangements. There's no need to worry about Yan'er's illness." Situ Hao waved his hand decisively. He had never been so certain before.
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Chapter Forty-Three: The Storm is Brewing
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While Wen Youmin was working overtime at Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory inspecting production, a friend told him to go online immediately. In the pharmaceutical industry, such informal information spreads very quickly; after all, the world is highly competitive, and having more connections means having more resources. Secret information would never be shared so easily.
Wen Youmin was stunned as soon as he went online. Minhong Pharmaceutical?! Wasn't this the company he had signed a contract manufacturing agreement with? Wen Youmin couldn't believe his once-proud memory. He rushed to his office and retrieved the agreement he had signed just yesterday from the filing cabinet. The words "Minhong Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd." and the bright red seal came into view, and he felt a bit dizzy.
Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory is actually manufacturing the product that's been all the rage online? That "Minhong Drought-Resistant Functional Beverage" used to treat disaster victims? So, the medicinal herbs in the microbial cultivation tank just a few dozen meters away are the key raw materials for this functional beverage? No wonder these herbs were all crushed and mixed together—it's all for the sake of keeping the formula secret.
Wen Youmin immediately put the agreement away and ran to the production area to check if any spies or secret agents had infiltrated the factory. Every pore on his body stood on end. At that moment, he felt the same way that the secret agents in the movies felt.
The pharmaceutical factory was very quiet. Only two very responsible workshop foremen were cleaning the machines. They did this kind of work almost every day. Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory had a very good work style. Hardworking and responsible people were personally promoted by Wen Youmin to middle and lower-level cadres. He had the final say in production.
They had only glimpsed a little about the beverage's effects and data online, ignoring the articles and posts full of praise. Those in the medical field can immediately identify the most crucial elements to evaluate a drug's merits and market prospects. In that very short time, Wen Youmin learned the immeasurable value of what was in the cultivation pool before him, a value that concerned the health and even the lives of thirteen million people in the disaster-stricken area.
Wen Youmin immediately tensed up. He quickly took out his phone and said, "Hey, tell your mom I'm not coming home today. I'm staying at the factory. Listen to your mom at home, don't play games, and go to bed early."
After calling home, he thought for a moment and then dialed the head of the security department. "Xiao Liu, you're working the night shift with me at the factory today. Come over quickly, and bring me a boxed lunch when you come. Hurry up."
Then Wen Youmin inspected the entire pharmaceutical factory inside and out. After seeing off the two team leaders, he personally locked the doors and windows before wiping away his sweat and sitting down to consider the matter carefully.
He had felt a good impression of Luo Jimin, Lin Hongmei, and Lin Yao from their first meeting. They were all genuine people, without any pretentious pretense or ostentation. Later, when Lin Yao told him about offering him a 300,000 yuan annual salary to be the production manager, he was very tempted and willing to cooperate with the family. Looking back now, he wondered if he had been putting himself on a pedestal by treating them as equals. Their noble character was something he, Wen Youmin, could never match.
With that in mind, Wen Youmin dialed Lin Yao's number. He felt that this young man was the most to his liking, and it was more relaxed and casual to talk to Lin Yao.
“Uncle Wen, you’re right. Please keep this a secret. You know what kind of trouble this medicine can cause; many people are watching it.” Lin Yao immediately confirmed Wen Youmin’s guess and told him that the medicine was manufactured by Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory instead of some other pharmaceutical factory.
"Thank you for your trust. Even if it costs me my life, I will guarantee the production of these medicines. No one will be able to get the formula or process from me." Wen Youmin felt moved, and a sense of being trusted and participating in a great cause filled his heart.
"General Manager Luo left the factory in the evening. His bedding is still here. If you need any help, just let me know. Your Uncle Wen will definitely not refuse."
"Thank you, Uncle Wen. My dad went to pick up the medicine. Our family used to produce some medicine ourselves, and we'll start bottling it into beverages early tomorrow morning and then transport it to the disaster area. Thank you for your hard work tonight, Uncle Wen." Lin Yao knew he hadn't misjudged Wen Youmin; he was someone trustworthy to entrust with important matters.
Nothing happened that night. Lin Yao spent the entire night meditating and practicing his skills. Little Grass's situation was somewhat complicated. It no longer lacked medicinal energy or true energy, but it was becoming lethargic. It usually curled up on his chest like a tightly rolled ball of yarn, resembling a walnut kernel. Lin Yao had no other options. He noticed that Little Grass was reluctant to do anything, so he resorted to cultivating his true energy, hoping it would help Little Grass.
Lin Yao noticed that the true qi he had grown by absorbing medicinal qi was not very pure, so he tried to make time to cultivate and absorb the essence of heaven and earth to refine the medicinal qi in his body. Perhaps this would make Xiaocao more comfortable.
Early the next morning, Lin Yao rushed to Anyun Water Company. His father, Luo Jimin, had just delivered 500 jin of medicinal liquid in the early morning, which needed his final processing. Of course, this processing relied on small grasses to absorb the toxins in the medicinal liquid, and then the bottling and production could begin.
This was a safety measure set up by Lin Yao to prevent the medicine from being stolen by others. Lin Yao even added several poisonous herbs to the raw material formula of Xinglin Pharmaceutical Factory.
The bright sunshine shone on the earth. It's rare to see the sun in Chengdu at this time of year, which instantly lifted people's spirits.
Zhong Degao and Luo Jimin stood together on the production and bottling line, watching the bottles of beverage bouncing along the conveyor belt, their hearts leaping with joy. Five hundred kilograms of concentrate, added to purified water at a ratio of 1:1000, could produce approximately half a million bottles of drought-resistant beverage, just enough to meet the initial demand of the pilot county.
Luo Jimin's phone rang. The factory was noisy, so he went outside to answer it. When he returned, Luo Jimin looked terrible; his furrowed brows made his already tired face even more somber.
"Dad, what's wrong?" Lin Yao was guessing whose phone call it was, and the content of the call must have made his father feel uneasy.