"Zheng Ke, are you going to back me up?"
Zheng Yue was greatly displeased. While secretly cursing Lin Fan for not giving her face, she redirected all her anger towards Zheng Ke.
"Miss, I dare not."
Zheng Ke quickly stood up and bowed his head deeply.
"Retire!"
Zheng Yue sharply rebuked.
"Yes."
Zheng Ke felt wronged and retreated to the entrance of the clinic, shuffling his feet.
"Lin Fan, besides thanking you, I also want to discuss a business deal with you."
Zheng Yue quickly composed herself, though her words still carried an air of arrogance.
"What business is there to discuss?"
Lin Fan was feeling frustrated. He found this woman utterly unlikeable and would have kicked her out long ago if he hadn't needed something from her.
A smile curved Zheng Yue's lips. She pulled a small slip of paper from her purse and slapped it onto the table, saying, "As long as you agree to my terms, you can name your price."
"A check?"
Lin Fan's eyebrows shot up, and a glint appeared in his eyes.
When he was young, he often watched movies where extravagant billionaires would casually produce checks with dazzling strings of zeros.
The wealthy magnates would often utter three words: "Fill in any amount!"
"Can I really fill in any amount?"
Lin Fan asked.
"Of course, it's true," Zheng Yue replied readily.
With the Zheng family's financial power, they could afford to say that any problem that could be solved with money was not a problem at all.
And she, Zheng Yue, controlled an investment company with a staggering amount of disposable cash.
"Can I fill in ten billion?"
Lin Fan posed a long-held question.
As a child, he had always wondered if, upon writing a check for ten or a hundred billion, the other party would honor the promise of "fill in any amount."
Zheng Yue's expression changed: "Mr. Lin, I'm not joking with you."
"Neither am I," Lin Fan retorted righteously. "Didn't you tell me to fill in any amount?"
"You..."
Zheng Yue was rendered speechless, her beautiful eyes blazing with anger.
"So it's not allowed then."
Lin Fan sounded disappointed. "Movies are just lies, after all."
Zheng Yue felt deeply insulted: "Lin Fan, I am discussing matters with you seriously!"
"Why are you getting angry?"
Lin Fan pushed the check back towards Zheng Yue. "I am not your retainer, and this is not Siam. Miss Zheng, not everyone will indulge you. I hope you understand."
"What do you mean?"
Zheng Yue stood up.
In her entire life, she had never met anyone so infuriating!
Simply, simply...
She couldn't find words to describe Lin Fan and felt like slapping him twice.
Lin Fan looked up at her, his face devoid of fear.
Zheng Ke watched the two of them stare at each other like fighting cocks, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
He wished he could be like Lin Fan, interacting with Miss without any reservations.
He knew it was a pipe dream.
The Zheng family's status in Siam was beyond the reach of someone like him, who came from a poor rural background and relied on fighting to make a living.
"Hoo~"
Zheng Yue gently patted her chest, trying to suppress her anger, and said, "Your Secretary-General really wants me to invest. Lin Fan, if you are willing to cooperate with me, I can increase the investment amount to ten million, U.S. dollars!"
Lin Fan's heart stirred.
Converted, that was over sixty million!
No wonder Zhou Weiguo was so eager. It seemed he would definitely be able to claim a significant achievement.
"What does that have to do with me? It's not for me."
"You can have it too," Zheng Yue said, her emotions returning to normal.
As long as he was willing to talk, that was enough. Her fear was that he would continue to be unreasonable as before.
"What pharmaceutical company are you talking about?"
Zheng Yue recalled. "Our Zheng family has many investments in biomedicine. If you need anything, be it raw materials, technology, or channels, I can provide it all."
Lin Fan was somewhat tempted.
Earlier, Su Yurou had run around for so long without being able to promote the hemostatic powder, precisely because it lacked fame and sufficient backing.
Although Borun Pharmaceutical was well-known in Yunqing City, it was merely a small enterprise in larger cities.
No matter how capable Su Yurou was, she would face a long and arduous journey ahead.
And the fifth Miss Zheng before him could undoubtedly provide significant assistance.
Zheng Yue was overjoyed; it was working!
"Lin Fan, regardless of what projects that pharmaceutical company deals with, I will also contribute ten million for investment, in exchange for half the shares."
Zheng Yue smiled. "At the same time, I will open up various channels and markets. You can't imagine the strength of our Zheng family."
"What?"
Lin Fan blinked in surprise.
"Ten million U.S. dollars, you don't need to doubt it," Zheng Yue said with a smile. "If you don't believe me, I can sign the check right now."
"No, I mean, you want half the shares?"
Lin Fan found it unbelievable.
"What's wrong?"
Zheng Yue looked down on this small place from the bottom of her heart.
Ten million U.S. dollars was a fortune, no matter how you looked at it.
"What a beautiful thought you have."
Lin Fan was annoyed. "So you traveled all this way just to take advantage of me!"
Zheng Yue was stunned.
She was clearly offering Lin Fan money!
In such a remote and backward small city, what pharmaceutical company could be worth twenty million U.S. dollars?
Moreover, the clinic she was currently in, without a master like Lin Fan, was no different from a mere drugstore.
Zheng Yue's face flushed with anger.
She never expected Lin Fan to be so greedy!
And to dare to bite back!
"Borun Pharmaceutical, before the incident, was valued at around one hundred million, equivalent to fourteen to fifteen million U.S. dollars," Lin Fan said unhurriedly. "Its current condition is irrelevant; it was entirely the owner's family's recklessness that angered the wrong people."
Zheng Yue suddenly understood.
If that were the case, then asking for half the shares for ten million was indeed a bit excessive.
"Hey, come here for a moment."
Lin Fan beckoned to Zheng Ke.
"Me?"
Zheng Ke, lost in thought, looked up in surprise when he heard Lin Fan call him and pointed to himself.
"Yes, come here for a moment."
Lin Fan nodded. "Have you used the hemostatic powder I gave you? Come and see the effect."
"Oh, okay."
Zheng Ke returned to his original position, speaking in his broken Chinese. "Master Lin, your medicine is extremely effective. It tingles and itches when applied, and the wound should be healing rapidly."
"Seeing is believing," Lin Fan pointed to a chair. "Show it to your young lady."
"Oh."
Zheng Ke sat in the chair, rolled up his trouser leg, and then removed the bandage, examining it carefully.
"Huh?"
Zheng Ke, who was no stranger to physical injuries, immediately noticed something unusual about the wound.
In such a short time, the scab formation was as if he had been injured for three to five days!
"Zheng Ke, is something wrong?"
Zheng Yue glanced at it but saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"Miss, Master Lin's hemostatic powder is very effective, better than any external wound medicine I've ever used!" Zheng Ke replied excitedly.
"Oh? How good is it?"
Zheng Yue was a little annoyed. Why was he speaking with such excitement and exaggeration? Wasn't this boosting others' morale and crushing their own?
"It's... about three to five times better." Zheng Ke thought for a moment and replied seriously.
"What did you say?"
Zheng Yue's eyebrows furrowed. "Do you know what three to five times better means?"
"I do, Miss." Zheng Ke nodded vigorously.
"Hiss~"
Zheng Yue gasped, scolding him with her eyes: *If you know, why the hell did you say it!*