Yue Qi froze for a moment. Smith had not mentioned this beforehand—not the relationship between Bai Xinyan and Doctor Clay, nor the fact that they were fellow townspeople.
Bai Xinyan took the initiative to extend her hand, smiling as she shook his. "We really are fellow townspeople. Wu-Yue Pharmaceutical's headquarters is in Na De District, and my father works at nearby Ren'ai Hospital. They may even have professional dealings with each other."
In an instant, Yue Qi ran through every notable doctor at Ren'ai Hospital in his mind. A guess formed, and he asked tentatively:
"Professor Daydream Bai is your...?"
"That would be my old father."
"Ah, Professor Bai is an undisputed master in both neurology and psychological treatment... Our company once had a very pleasant collaboration with Professor Bai's team on endocrine targeted drug research!"
That was how society worked. As long as they could find a thread of connection, both sides would naturally feel closer and more at ease.
After connecting with Bai Xinyan, Yue Qi glanced at Smith again, wondering whether this, too, had been part of Smith's calculations.
This man might not have been a good businessman, but he was absolutely a first-rate broker.
For people seasoned by experience, once they had an opening, getting to the main subject was merely a matter of a few more sentences.
Very soon, the three of them began discussing Yue Zheng.
What reassured Yue Qi somewhat was that Bai Xinyan's opinion on this matter closely resembled Smith's.
"I understand how you feel, Chairman Yue, and I can roughly imagine the mindset of a young person. In this world, people who can use themselves as experimental subjects without changing expression—or even enjoy it—are ultimately rare among the rare..."
Whether it was an illusion or not, Yue Qi felt that Bai