A week drifted by since Yen's dealings with Wingyu. The once tumultuous situation appeared to have settled, with neither side dwelling on the events that had transpired.Wingyu redirected his attention towards restoring his family's former glory. Publicly known for losing a substantial part of their wealth due to a threatening ailment, the family's narrative shifted to a tale of resilience, thanks to the timely intervention of the Yuan Pharmaceutical Company. The focus now lay on rebuilding, leaving the shadow of their recent troubles behind in the rearview mirror.Given that Cang and Qing were married, the public took the Wangu family's downturn in stride, somewhat expecting a ripple effect though less severe than the Wuhan family's setbacks.Once again, the Yuan Pharmaceutical Company played the savior, elevating its public image to formidable heights. Already esteemed as one of the city's top medicine producers, the incident catapulted the company into an almost legendary status. Th

The day quickly came to an end, and Yen had spent the entire day with Ming. He introduced her to the other doctors and the workers he personally knew, providing insights into the workings of the company and the pill evaluation process.After spending a few hours in the company, Rotlitch sent them off, declaring that Yen had the rest of the day off. He even handed out his personal number to Ming, suggesting she could call him if she wanted more days off with Yen. The gesture added a touch of warmth and familiarity to their professional relationships, blurring the lines between work and personal connections.On their way out, Yen introduced Ming to the security guards. When Ming expressed hunger and inquired about a great spot for a meal, the guards pointed her toward the same restaurant Yen had described earlier.Upon arrival, Yen couldn't help but laugh. The restaurant staff had already spotted his vehicle and prepared his usual order. However, when they came to serve him, they were ta

Yen awoke, a sense of refreshment lingering without a clear reason. Despite the lack of any memorable dreams, a contented smile adorned his face."Huh, Stem. What time and day is it?" Yen inquired, the uncharacteristic smile persisting in his eyes.[It's just past the eighth hour of the day, but it's the last day of the month. As you like to call it, "PayDay" is today.] Stem responded, shedding light on the temporal landscape that marked the culmination of the month."Ah, no wonder," Yen muttered, a subtle revelation crossing his features as he pieced together the reason behind his inexplicable sense of refreshment. Today, he realized, marked payday for the company's workers, himself included.While his remuneration was a mere facade, intended to distance him from the company, Yen approached the funds with a calculated wisdom. Each allocation was treated with care, as if genuinely earned, a testament to the meticulous charade he maintained.With over thirty minutes until the looming ei

As the company's growth unfolded, the immediate concern shifted to the delayed payment of salaries. Yen, with a raised brow, turned his attention to Rotlitch. "What's your solution to the payment of salaries?" he inquired, the weight of the question hanging in the air, demanding a swift and effective resolution to maintain the company's smooth operation.The urgency was palpable; the salary issue needed resolution today, no other day would suffice."Well, it's barely noon, so it should be doable," Rotlitch replied, his explanation carrying a hint of cryptic assurance.Brows still raised, Yen pressed for clarification, "What should be doable?" The need for a concrete plan resonated in his inquiry, emphasizing the immediacy of the situation.Rotlitch pointed at Yen. "You. You'll be heading out early today. You'll be going to the bank to personally pay into the bank accounts of every worker. It should be doable since it's barely noon." The plan unfolded before Yen, a clear directive for t

Shuri's face twisted into a subtle smile as she turned to Yen once more. "My grandfather indeed is a cultivator."Having addressed Yen's unspoken question, which she assumed was the reason for his earlier silence, Shuri awaited his response. Yen, in acknowledgment, simply nodded."I see. That indeed is the reason why the drug didn't do well in the first place. And how far has he gone on his Cultivation journey?" Yen mused, rubbing the beard he had yet to grow.Shuri, thoughtful for a moment, didn't have the precise cultivation level of her grandfather, but she knew he was a formidable individual, surpassing her by a considerable margin, even though she currently stood at the second level. The room held a quiet anticipation as Shuri considered how to convey the extent of her grandfather's prowess to the inquisitive Yen."Honestly, I don't know, but considering I'm at the early stages of Blood Condensation, and he's still very much stronger—preferably one of the strongest I've ever seen—