After Wang Fei left, the minor interlude finally concluded, and the three of them entered the private room as if nothing had happened.
As soon as Han Kang, who had been engrossed in organizing documents, saw Cao Xuerong, he was instantly stunned by her beauty.
Seeing his reaction, Han Lang quietly leaned in and whispered, "Beautiful, isn't she?"
Han Kang, still lost in his daze, simply nodded and replied, "Beautiful!"
However, unlike Han Lang's initial infatuation, he quickly regained his composure. With gentlemanly grace, he extended his hand and said enthusiastically, "Hello, Ms. Cao. I'm Han Kang, the general manager of Han's Pharmaceutical Factory!"
Cao Xuerong also extended her hand with a smile and said calmly, "Hello, I'm Cao Xuerong."
After they introduced themselves, Han Lang instructed the waiter to start serving the dishes. Han Kang immediately took out documents and began his discussion with Cao Xuerong.
Both of them were focused on work and engaged in a lively exchange.
"Ms. Cao, according to the preliminary negotiations between my brother and you, your Mengde Group will purchase twenty percent of our shares for two hundred million yuan. Furthermore, the drug administration bureau's monitoring and clinical trial proofs will be handled by your Mengde Group, is that correct?"
"Yes, in addition to that, during future collaborations, Mengde Group will also do its utmost to provide a platform for your drug sales. Your Han's Pharmaceutical Factory will only be responsible for the production and sales of the drugs. However, I will arrange for someone to liaise with you on financial matters, and we will manage it jointly. Do you have any objections to this?"
"Of course, that's only right. Secondly..."
Watching them converse back and forth, Han Lang and Luo Jiaying could only idly play with their chopsticks.
"Brother Han Lang, do you think we're a bit redundant right now?"
Han Lang nodded in agreement. "It seems so. In this situation, I think even the air is more important than us."
"Then why don't we go buy some milk tea? They won't be done talking anytime soon, and I haven't had milk tea in ages..."
As Luo Jiaying spoke, she unconsciously began to act a little spoiled. However, Han Lang seemed not to notice anything different and immediately replied, "Okay, let's go!"
With that, the two of them got up immediately. Even when they briefly explained their intentions to Cao Xuerong and Han Kang, they merely waved their hands, and it was unclear if they were even heard.
Reluctantly, the two walked out of the room on their own.
'Chayan' was the most famous and highly acclaimed milk tea brand in Le City. The vast majority of girls who tried it declared they would never drink any other brand again. Fortunately, there was one near the restaurant. After waiting in line for about ten minutes, it was finally Han Lang and Luo Jiaying's turn to order.
"Welcome to Chayan. What would you like to drink?"
As they approached the counter, the young men and women at the milk tea shop recited their welcome message with blank expressions. Luo Jiaying was already accustomed to this and spoke familiarly to the young man taking orders.
"Two cups of Youlan Latte. Brother Han Lang, what do you and Brother Han Kang want?"
Han Lang glanced at the product catalog and then said, "Order a Guihua Nong for Han Kang, and I'll have the Zhengzheng Ziyuan."
Before Luo Jiaying could reply, the young man taking orders suddenly exclaimed excitedly to Han Lang, "Big shot? What are you doing here?"
Han Lang looked puzzled. "You are...?"
The young man, trembling with excitement, pointed to himself and said, "I... I'm the one you beat up last time, the punk with the dyed hair. Look, my porcelain veneers!"
Han Lang looked at the single, strikingly white tooth amidst his slightly yellow ones and finally realized. "Oh, I wouldn't have recognized you if you'd dyed your hair back!"
The person before him was one of the flamboyant punks Han Lang had driven away twice when he was rescuing Ma Long. At the time, he had boastfully told them that only those earning three thousand yuan a month were qualified to associate with him. He never expected him to have reformed.
"Big shot, thanks to your advice back then, we've all found jobs now, and we're all earning over three thousand yuan a month."
Compared to the excitement of the dyed-hair guy, Han Lang appeared somewhat embarrassed. "But I was just lying to you out of necessity back then."
Unexpectedly, the dyed-hair guy didn't seem to care at all and quickly replied, "Ah, we knew that long ago. What's this rule about needing a three-thousand yuan base salary to be a part of society in the new era? We found out it wasn't true as soon as we asked around. However, we all know you had good intentions, and we're all living well now. We're extremely grateful for your guidance back then!"
Hearing this, Han Lang finally felt relieved. If they had asked to join him in his "social circle" now, he really wouldn't have known how to dismiss them.
"That's good! That's good!"
At this moment, a customer waiting behind them impatiently urged them on. "Hey, are you guys done chatting? We're in a hurry to order! Find another place for your reunion!"
The dyed-hair guy immediately replied nervously, "Yes, yes, coming right up! Sorry about that." He then turned to Han Lang and Luo Jiaying and said, "Two Youlan Lattes, one Guihua Nong, and one Zhengzheng Ziyuan. To go or for here, big shot?"
"To go!" Luo Jiaying said. Just as she was about to take out her phone to pay, she saw the dyed-hair guy quickly pull out his own phone and swipe it.
"This..." Luo Jiaying looked around, unsure what to do.
"No need to be polite, big shot. This one's on me. I'm at work right now, but I'll thank you properly next time! Please wait over there for a moment, and I'll call you when it's ready!"
Faced with the dyed-hair guy's enthusiasm, Han Lang felt it would be impolite to refuse, so he said to Luo Jiaying, "Then... let him treat us!"
The milk tea was quickly prepared. On the way back, Luo Jiaying was in high spirits and couldn't stop praising Han Lang.
"Brother Han Lang, you're amazing! You saved four lost youths with just a few words. Thumbs up for you!"
"You're too kind. I was influenced by your kindness; you deserve at least half the credit!"
"Okay, hehe..."
Upon returning to the private room, Cao Xuerong and Han Kang seemed to have finished their negotiations and were sitting awkwardly in their respective seats. Seeing Han Lang and Luo Jiaying return, Cao Xuerong rushed to speak as if she had found a lifeline.
"Where did you go? The food is getting cold!"
Luo Jiaying innocently explained, "We just went to buy some milk tea. We told you both, but you didn't pay any attention to us."
After saying that, she handed the milk tea in her hand to Cao Xuerong. "Here, your favorite Youlan Latte!"
Seeing the milk tea, Cao Xuerong's expression instantly changed, and she happily said, "That's more like it."
Han Lang handed a milk tea to Han Kang and asked, "Have you finished your discussion?"
"We finished a while ago. We've been waiting for you for ages." Han Kang looked a bit resentful. Although he enjoyed being alone with Cao Xuerong, it was their first meeting, and it was somewhat awkward.
"Alright then, let's use milk tea as our toast. To a successful collaboration?"
"To a successful collaboration!"
Everyone raised their cups.
After several rounds of drinks and food.
After the meal, Cao Xuerong took Luo Jiaying shopping. Han Kang stood up solemnly, holding his milk tea cup, and said to Han Lang, "Brother, taking this opportunity, I want to formally apologize for my past prejudices against you. If it weren't for you, we might not have been able to overcome the Han family's crises these past two times."
Han Lang quickly stood up and said dismissively, "We're brothers, why be so formal? Besides, these crises were all caused by me, weren't they? No need to be polite!"
Han Kang nodded and, no longer being coy, said happily, "As long as this collaboration with Cao's Mengde Group goes smoothly, and once the new product is launched, very few people in Le City will be able to stop the Han family's rise. At that time, Brother, you'll be the number one contributor!"
"I don't really care about that," Han Lang said, taking a sip of milk tea. "However, there is something I really need to remind you about."
As he spoke, he pretended to reach into his pocket, but in reality, he used his divine sense to retrieve dozens of remaining White Spirit Ginseng fruit essences from the three-story pagoda and handed them to Han Kang.
"This pill is unique to me and is the most crucial ingredient in our new formula. You must remember that each one must be diluted with 38 liters of water. If there's less, there will be serious problems! You must assign someone trustworthy to handle this matter!"
Han Kang took the pills, and thinking of Fu Chuanxiao, who had betrayed him this time, a trace of self-reproach crossed his face. He then said to Han Lang with conviction, "Don't worry, Brother! I will never make the same mistake twice!"
Seeing Han Kang's determined gaze, Han Lang finally felt at ease.
"When I have time, I'll get you more pills. The rest is entirely up to you!"
"Don't worry, the Han family is bound to rise this time!"