At two o'clock in the morning, Jiang Che emerged from that mysterious state. This time, he had directly broken through two small realms in succession, and his cultivation soared to the late stage of Huajin. After familiarizing himself with the internal force in his body, Jiang Che felt a surge of confidence. Although his cultivation came from the system, which directly instilled inner strength into him, it was equivalent to years of self-cultivation. Moreover, with the aid of martial arts like "Dafa of Dao Heart and Demon Planting," he was assured of a stable foundation.
As long as he found some time to practice the various martial arts moves in "Dafa of Dao Heart and Demon Planting," he could become invincible at his level! While he now had all the moves and martial arts of Dao Heart and Demon Dafa in his mind, he needed to become familiar with them through practice.
After taking a shower, Jiang Che went straight to bed and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day, at noon, the sun was high in the sky, shining through the glass. Jiang Che rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from bed. After washing up and having lunch, he drove to the Jiang Group.
In the office, Jiang Che sipped hot tea while listening to Chen Xuewei's report. Adhering to the principle that talents should not be wasted, Jiang Che had delegated most of the smaller tasks in the company to Chen Xuewei. This not only relieved him of a significant amount of pressure but also motivated her and fostered greater trust in her abilities.
"Chairman, the ingredients for the beauty pill have been unlocked by the technical department." Holding a document in her arms, Chen Xuewei stood respectfully in front of Jiang Che as she reported the news.
"Oh?"
"Are the raw materials expensive, and can they be mass-produced?" Jiang Che asked, somewhat surprised. To be honest, he hadn't expected the technical department to dissect the beauty pill's ingredients so quickly.
"According to the report, to make a beauty pill, we need about 500 units of raw materials." Chen Xuewei continued, "If we factor in our manpower, follow-up sales, etc., the estimated cost price for a beauty pill is around 700 yuan."
After a pause, she added, "Chairman, is this beauty pill really as miraculous as you say?"
Curiosity filled Chen Xuewei's face. She had always maintained a skeptical attitude toward Jiang Che's claims, after all; it sounded too incredible. If his description were accurate, there would be no ugly women left in the world. The saying that "one white covers all ugliness" implied that as long as skin was white enough, there would be no ugly women—except for those who were overweight.
Moreover, the elixir Jiang Che had given her previously had also been analyzed by the technical department. Whether this beauty pill was as miraculous as he claimed remained to be seen.
"You'll find out when the first batch of beauty pills is produced," Jiang Che said with a mysterious smile. A product produced by the system had to be a high-quality product; he firmly believed in that.
"Allocate 10 million to the finance department to produce a batch of beauty pills for me first."
"Okay, Mr. Jiang," Chen Xuewei responded and left to carry out Jiang Che's instructions. She trusted Jiang Che's judgment. If he said it would work, she believed it would. If this beauty pill was truly as miraculous as Jiang Che claimed, once it hit the market, it would definitely cause a sensation!
Meanwhile, in a private hospital in Linjiang City, in the inpatient hall, Ye Chen completed the hospitalization procedures and walked out of the hospital. He took a taxi directly to a small, unremarkable clubhouse on a street in the northern part of the city. This was where his power resided, and he had agreed to meet with the mercenaries under his command today.
After paying the fare, Ye Chen strode into the clubhouse. The waiter at the door recognized him and immediately walked into a box to greet him. Ye Chen sat on the sofa, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and asked with a blank expression, "What about John and the others?"
"Boss, John and the others are already here. However, they just arrived in Kyushu today and are exhausted, so they are all resting now."
"I'll go wake them up," He said.
"Um." Ye Chen responded lightly. After receiving Ye Chen's consent, the waiter left the box directly.
Soon, the waiter returned, followed by a group of big men. They appeared to be foreigners—some with white skin and others with black skin.
"Boss, do you have any orders?" Among them, the white-skinned man sat directly on the sofa in front of Ye Chen, rubbing his sleepy eyes and asking drowsily.
None of them had entered the country through legal means; they had all come here illegally. They had stayed up all night the previous evening and were now utterly exhausted.
"Where are the other brothers? Are they all here?" Ye Chen asked, scanning the group in the box.
"They're already here; the others are all catching up on sleep," John explained.
"Now that you're all here, let's devise a battle plan." Ye Chen stubbed out the cigarette in his hand. The people who had come were all his right-hand men, and it was the perfect time to strategize.