Chapter 41: Black Jade Paste
The instant the dagger was about to stab into Jiang Nianyu's neck, Zhao Dong flicked his wrist. A coin shot through the air like a bullet, instantly striking the man in the white coat on his wrist!
With a sickening CRACK, the man's wrist bone shattered, and a gaping, bloody hole appeared on his wrist!
The dagger dropped to the ground. The man in the white coat screamed in pain and collapsed.
The onlookers were all stunned!
Zhao Dong stepped on the man's chest and said coldly, "Speak! Who sent you?"
"I'll talk! I'll talk! Just let me go! Sun Pharmaceutical sent me!"
Enraged, Jiang Nianyu yelled, "I pay you the highest salaries in all of East Sea, and you still betray me! Tell me, what exactly is wrong with the Yuyan Cream?"
The man said fearfully, "I don't know, President Jiang! Someone else tampered with the Yuyan Cream. They've already run away!"
After cursing under her breath, Jiang Nianyu said coldly, "Someone, take this man away! I'll settle things with Sun Pharmaceutical later!"
The man was taken away, and Jiang Nianyu turned her gaze to Zhao Dong. She sighed softly. "Zhao Dong, what should we do now?"
Zhao Dong smiled faintly. "Don't worry. I'll definitely accomplish what I promised you."
With that, Zhao Dong began to carefully observe the Yuyan Cream sample. Jiang Nianyu, Jiang Xue, and the others held their breath.
Right now, their only hope was that Zhao Dong could help.
After just a moment, Zhao Dong's brow relaxed. Jiang Nianyu's heart skipped a beat. "Did you find the problem?"
Zhao Dong nodded and said lightly, "Bring me a pen and paper. I'll write down the problem. Also, based on the Yuyan Cream, I'll adjust the formula for you. I guarantee it'll be better than the original."
Everyone exchanged looks of disbelief.
Could it be that Zhao Dong really has some skill?
Jiang Xue watched Zhao Dong, intrigued. I have a Ph.D. in Traditional Chinese Medicine, yet I don't seem to know as much as he does. Just what is this Zhao Dong's background?
Jiang Nianyu had someone bring a pen and paper. Soon, Zhao Dong had written down all the problems and added a new formula.
"Have your team prepare a batch according to this new formula immediately," Zhao Dong instructed. "Make it as quickly as possible so we can see the effects."
Jiang Nianyu glanced at the prescription, her eyebrows raised slightly. After a moment, she said, "An hour will be enough. We have all the necessary herbs and the best equipment right here. It won't take long."
Jiang Nianyu handed the prescription to the R&D staff, who immediately began their work.
At this point, they had no choice but to trust Zhao Dong. After all, Jiang Nianyu had staked her position as President on him.
"President Jiang, the wife of the president of East Sea International Bank is at the entrance! Her face was affected too, and she's demanding an explanation!"
Jiang Nianyu's face turned pale. East Sea International Bank held seventy percent of the Qingyan Group's loans. The group's entire financial stability depended on them. If this issue wasn't resolved, the group would be finished!
Jiang Nianyu struggled to calm herself as she waited for the results of Zhao Dong's new formula.
About an hour later, several R&D staff members approached, holding a small jar of a black, sticky, foul-smelling ointment.
Everyone immediately frowned, and Jiang Nianyu's expression stiffened. "Zhao Dong, this is..."
Zhao Dong glanced at the ointment. "This is it. Just apply it directly to the face."
A senior executive's mouth twitched, and even Jiang Nianyu wore a strange expression.
This black, foul-smelling goop... could it really work?
A senior executive muttered, "This stinky stuff is supposed to work? Young man, you're not pulling our leg, are you?"
Zhao Dong frowned. "I'm not in the mood to joke around. This stuff is very effective."
Everyone looked uncomfortable. The odor was reminiscent of the stench from a sewer.
Just then, someone rushed in and said, "President Jiang, the bank president's wife says if you don't come out in ten minutes, she'll call the police and sue!"
Jiang Nianyu swayed. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the lump of black paste and walked out. A group of people followed close behind.
At the Qingyan Group's entrance, the crowd began to stir as Jiang Nianyu approached.
At the front of the crowd stood a dignified and elegant woman wearing a mask. She was Li Wan Hua, the wife of the president of East Sea International Bank.
Standing next to her was a beautiful young woman in her twenties with delicate features. Her name was Wu Tingyu, Li Wan Hua's daughter. She had accompanied her mother today to demand an explanation.
As Jiang Nianyu approached, Wu Tingyu seethed with anger. "Ms. Jiang, my mother's face was ruined by your Yuyan Cream! If you don't solve this today, this isn't over!"
Jiang Nianyu recognized Wu Tingyu and offered a sincere apology. "Miss Wu, we are indeed at fault. We have worked as quickly as possible to develop a new ointment that can restore everyone's skin..."
Wu Tingyu's eyes lit up. "Really? Then where is it?"
Jiang Nianyu hesitated for a moment before presenting what she was holding. "It's right here."
Suddenly, all eyes fell upon the jar.
But in the next second, their expressions changed.
Wu Tingyu's pretty face stiffened. "Ms. Jiang, are you sure this black, stinky mess is actually going to work?"
Jiang Nianyu gave a wry smile. "Miss Wu, please believe us..."
Someone immediately shouted, "Believe you? My ass! How is this stuff any different from garbage?"
The crowd grew agitated, shouting angrily.
"The Qingyan Group is scamming people! Now they're trying to fool us with garbage! Expose them!"
"Exactly! Let this despicable company go bankrupt! The people who sell these defective products should be thrown in jail!"
The crowd cursed viciously. Jiang Nianyu turned deathly pale, momentarily at a loss for what to do.
Zhao Dong stepped forward, holding the ointment. He stated calmly, "This ointment may not look good, but it is very effective. This small jar contains dozens of rare medicinal herbs. If you trust me, you can try it. If you don't, then don't. In any case, there's only a little of it."
Wu Tingyu retorted angrily, "Who are you? Why should we believe you? If my mom's face gets even worse after using your 'stuff,' can you take responsibility for that?"
Zhao Dong replied flatly, "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that this ointment works."
Just then, a girl wearing a mask timidly stepped out from the crowd and asked softly, "Big Brother, can I try it?"
This girl's face had also become inflamed and disfigured by the faulty batch of Yuyan Cream.
Zhao Dong immediately nodded. "Of course. You can be the first."
The crowd quickly tried to dissuade her. "Young lady, you can't! What if there's another problem with the quality? Your face will be ruined for life!"
Wu Tingyu also frowned and advised, "Young lady, I suggest you think it over carefully. Your skin is no laughing matter."
The girl was clearly hesitant, but Zhao Dong looked at her with a sincere expression. "Trust me. This ointment really works."
The girl hesitated a moment longer, then nodded firmly. "Big Brother, I think you're a good person. I trust you!"
With that, the girl stepped forward and took the jar of black ointment.
Wu Tingyu looked at Zhao Dong with disgust. "You're shameless! All you know is how to trick naive young girls!"
Zhao Dong said coldly, "When have I deceived anyone? Since you don't believe me, then don't even think about you or your mother using this ointment later!"
Provoked by his words, Wu Tingyu's beautiful face flushed with rage. "We wouldn't use it even if you paid us! I'd find it disgusting to even touch your rotten ointment!"
Zhao Dong chuckled. "Fine, you said it. Don't come begging me to use it later!"
Zhao Dong's eyes swept over the crowd, memorizing those who had been shouting insults. He said coldly, "I've memorized the faces of every single person who hurled insults. None of you will get to use this ointment."
"Who'd want to use it anyway? You think way too highly of that stinky paste! It's hilarious!"
"Exactly! What kind of idiot would use your rotten ointment!"
Zhao Dong glanced at the speakers, a cold smile on his lips. Without another word, he turned to the girl before him. "Young lady, come here. Let me apply it for you."
The young lady hesitated for a second, then nodded. "Okay, Big Brother."
When she took off her mask, Zhao Dong was taken aback. Her face was indeed severely inflamed.
He scooped up a bit of the ointment and spread it evenly across the girl's face. As he finished, Wu Tingyu pursed her lips in disdain, clearly unconvinced that the smelly concoction would have any effect.
Jiang Nianyu's heart leapt into her throat. If Zhao Dong's ointment didn't work, there would be no peaceful resolution to today's crisis!
As the minutes ticked by, the crowd grew restless, and people started shouting impatiently.
"Is it working yet? Her face doesn't look any different!"
Zhao Dong glanced at the time and stretched lazily. "Time's up!"
With that, Zhao Dong slowly began to peel the dried ointment off the girl's face.