"Yicheng, aren't we doing the medicinal herbs business anymore?" Ling Dong looked at the stack of documents in his hand, totally confused.
Before, when they started the Chili Sauce Factory, he could understand—Yicheng just wanted to help his future sister-in-law's family.
But now, this stack of paperwork, setting up a factory and registering a company, this was completely different from doing the Chili Sauce Factory.
"The medicinal herb business is just small-time stuff. We're doing this now." Pei Yicheng may have been recovering his leg these days, but he hadn't been idle. He wanted to make money—a lot of money.
The herbs business before had helped him save up quite a bit of capital, but it was still far from enough.
"Yicheng, isn't this formula the one you used for... wiping Xu Nianhua's hands last time?" Ling Dong had a good memory, not quite photographic, but he remembered everything he'd handled.
"Yeah."
