Early the next morning, just as Zheng Fan was about to head out, he saw the portly owner of the Burmese Old Mine shop standing in the lobby with someone who looked like a student. The moment they spotted Zheng Fan, both hurried over.
Zheng Fan kept smiling. He had no reason to be angry, after all. "Did you need something? Was there a problem with the raw ore I bought yesterday?"
At those words, the portly owner went deathly pale and hastily waved his hands. "No, no, of course there wasn't! Everyone was very happy with the transaction. We came to see you about something else."
Hearing that, Zheng Fan turned his gaze to the student-like young man. "Then is the person behind you the one who wants to speak with me?"
The young man smiled faintly and offered a business card. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Shinichi Kudo, director of the Kudo Pharmaceutical Laboratory. You're quite young, Mr. Zheng."
Zheng Fan glanced at the card. This Shinichi Kudo was heading a project called Pharmaceutical Physics, though whether he had genuine expertise or was merely polishing his credentials remained to be seen. Since the other party had shown sincerity, Zheng Fan had no reason to act superior. "I'm Zheng Fan. I don't seem to have a steady line of work."
Shinichi Kudo chuckled in surprise. "The strong need only demonstrate their strength. Only the weak rely on displaying their position to prove their worth. Someone who soars high above the heavens like you, Mr. Zheng, naturally has no need for such empty titles."
Even Zheng Fan felt a little lightheaded under Shinichi Kudo's praise. In return, he took Shinichi Kudo's wrist and began checking his pulse.
Shinichi Kudo did not mind the contact. After experiencing great joy and