"Jingwen, I admit I didn't take it seriously yesterday." Her voice had steadied, but there was something in her tone that had rarely been there before: sincerity.
"If this product can be mass-produced, it's not an atomic bomb. It's a hydrogen bomb. I've been in cosmetics for twenty years, and I've never seen anything with such astonishing results. What are your plans?"
"We can give Veya Group the offline distribution rights," Cai Jingwen said. "But Veya will have to help us with marketing."
"Of course." Yao Wei barely hesitated. "Come to my office tomorrow, and we'll discuss it in detail. Also, could I meet that friend of yours?"
"Her name is Chen Siyao. She's in Pengcheng. I'll arrange a meeting when the time comes."
"All right." Yao Wei hung up and stood by the window, looking out at the city skyline in the early morning light. Her heartbeat still hadn't quite settled.
She looked down at the back of her hand. Her skin was smooth and delicate, just as it had been in her twenties.
Something suddenly occurred to her: when Cai Jingwen had come to resign yesterday, her skin had looked exactly like this. Fair enough to glow, so supple it looked as though a pinch would release water.
She had been too preoccupied with the resignation to notice at the time. Now she understood. Cai Jingwen herself was a walking advertisement for the Beauty Cream.
"That Cai Jingwen." She shook her head and smiled.
At ten that morning, in the president's office at Veya Group.
Several sheets of paper lay spread out in front of Yao Wei, densely covered in writing. She had barely slept the night before, spending the entire night researching.
The registration process for a new cosmetics brand, patent applications, production licensing, and online and