The chairman tapped his fingers on the table, producing a rhythmic clicking sound.
"If we take them on openly, we aren't even fit to carry their shoes." The chairman sneered. "But business matters must ultimately be settled through business methods."
He stood up, planted both hands on the table, and looked around.
"We can't afford to provoke Chen Lin, the owner behind the Autumn Forest Group. But from what I understand, two women currently handle its day-to-day operations."
"Song Qiuya and Qin Chuxia."
Their profiles and photographs immediately appeared on the big screen.
"There's an old saying in Huaxia: money can make even ghosts do your bidding." A sinister smile crossed the chairman's face. "I don't believe anyone in this world doesn't love money. If they don't, you simply haven't offered enough."
The other directors perked up.
"You mean... buy them off?"
"Exactly." The chairman snapped his fingers. "Send the group's very best business negotiators to Huaxia immediately, with blank checks."
"Name a price."
"If a hundred million dollars isn't enough, offer a billion. If a billion isn't enough, offer ten billion!"
"As long as we can buy the formula for [Clear-Vision Dew], or even just secure exclusive overseas distribution rights, we can come back from the dead!"
One director burst out laughing. "That'll definitely work! Those so-called executives in Huaxia would sell us their souls once they see all the zeros on the check!"
The conference room filled with cheerful spirits once more.
River View Splendor Mansion, Yicheng, Huaxia.
Song Qiuya had just finished showering and emerged from the bathroom in silk pajamas. Drying her hair, she picked up the phone that kept vibrating on the table.
Ninety-nine-plus missed calls.
They were all from major pharmaceutical companies and venture capital firms at home and abroad, with even a few