Brother Jiu was watching the unloading. Two others stood beside him, and none of the three had noticed how Feng Jun had appeared at their side.
One of the young men reached for the laser pistol at his waist—this was a private recycling company.
"Don't, he's a partner," Brother Jiu said hurriedly, waving a hand. Then he looked at Feng Jun. "Um... we can discuss our matter later."
"Oh." Feng Jun nodded and walked out of the recycling company's yard—there was probably someone from a pharmaceutical manufacturer present, so it was not suitable to talk.
Sure enough, Brother Jiu casually gave a few instructions before turning and chasing after him. He spoke in a low voice, "Please wait, sir. I have prepared all the goods, but I came up a little short on raw materials... mainly because I calculated based on prewar prices at first. That was my mistake."
Feng Jun already understood what had happened, so he nodded and asked calmly, "What do you intend to do?"
"I'll make up the difference through the other pharmaceutical production lines," Brother Jiu said with a bitter smile, spreading his hands. "I truly did not do it on purpose. I hope you can be understanding."
Feng Jun nodded. "That does not matter much to me. The question is... have you arranged those production lines?"
"The two production lines for treating Alzheimer's and neurasthenia have already been finalized." Brother Jiu rubbed his forehead. "The cancer drug production line is still under negotiation. That is an entire system, so the process is more troublesome... otherwise, would I have done that yesterday?"
Feng Jun did not care about the earlier part, but the last sentence caught him off guard. "What do you mean?"
Brother Jiu sighed softly. His madness yesterday had also been forced by