“Wow, this stage design is really fresh! Cool color tones!” someone exclaimed in admiration.
Actually, it wasn’t just Jinling.
Across all of China, in 70 large and medium-sized cities—including Yanjing, Zhonghai, and Yangcheng—over 2,000 of these large LCD advertising screens had been bought out by the King of Medicine Group.
Just this single expense was nearly 100 million yuan.
When Fang Zhanbo, who was in the trading room, learned of this news, his expression turned somewhat grim.
He knew this was probably the King of Medicine Group’s final and fiercest counterattack, and it was truly stirring up huge waves.
Right then.
Suddenly, a tall, slender figure walked through the doorway. A security guard stopped him and asked, “What are you doing? You can’t come in!”
Jiang Tian said calmly, “My name is Jiang Tian, from the Jinling Jiang family and the King of Medicine Group. I want to say a few words to Professor Fang and the others.”
“Why is he here?”
Everyone felt a bit panicked. None of them expected Jiang Tian to show up alone at a time like this. After all, Jiang Tian had a fearsome reputation in Jinling. Did he intend to kill someone?
But Fang Zhanbo remained composed and waved his hand, signaling the security guard to step aside.
Jiang Tian walked in. His gaze fell on Fang Zhanbo, then on the father and son Nie Changhai, and finally landed on Chen Junbin. He asked calmly, “What’s going through your mind?”
Facing the unflinching Chen Junbin, Jiang Tian said quietly, “Those few medicinal formulas all belonged to my grandfather. When he sought your advice, there were witnesses. So why did you steal them and then try to sling mud? What’s your reasoning?”
Chen Junbin’s face first turned pale, then twisted into something almost ferocious. But within moments, the corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer. “Steal Jiang Changgeng’s formulas? You’ve got it wrong. Since you’re Jiang Changgeng’s grandson, you should know that even your grandfather had to call me Teacher Chen. So who stole from whom isn’t clear enough? Haven’t I explained it well enough?”
Beside him, Fang Zhanbo couldn’t help but laugh, as if talking to someone suffering from a delusion.
“Do you really think I have no way of dealing with you?” Jiang Tian said with a light, faint smile.
“What can you do? I know you’re a grandmaster of Chinese martial arts with extraordinary power, but this is the capital market. Are you going to kill me?”
Fang Zhanbo was so angry he laughed. “You’ve registered your patents, and there’s nothing we can do about that. But Elder Chen has his own manuscripts, and we’ve already had them authenticated by experts—they date back ten years earlier than your patents. And now you still want to stir up trouble? You stole the patents and dare to come here demanding an explanation?”
“I suggest you stop playing these games. Don’t hold any more new product launches. All that will do is ruin whatever little reputation Jiang Changgeng and the King of Medicine Group have left. If Jiang Changgeng had just issued an apology and admitted his mistake, things wouldn’t have escalated so far. We believe that evil cannot defeat good. And the capital market’s reaction—investors voting with their feet—has already said everything.”
Chen Junbin glanced at Fang Zhanbo. Both of them knew that they were saying all this to guard against any recording devices or cameras Jiang Tian might have on him.
“Good! I’m very satisfied with your answers.”
Jiang Tian smiled, but the smile sent a chill of murderous intent through everyone. He said quietly, “In life, you shouldn’t push things to the extreme. But this time, I think you’re all birds of a feather. You deserve to die. You will regret starting this war for the rest of your lives.”
Then Jiang Tian turned and left the trading room, walked out of the Golf Hotel, took an umbrella handed to him by Jiang Lin, picked up his phone, and said calmly, “The press conference can begin.”
Then he got into a car and headed straight for the King of Medicine Group.
At exactly eight o’clock, at the King of Medicine Group’s main conference room, the new product launch event was underway.
The media had gathered.
“Ms. Zhang Wanqing, Elder Jiang, in the face of all the public doubts about Elder Jiang and the King of Medicine Group, do you have anything to say? Is there another truth to all this?”
The host asked with a smile.
“As for the truth, let’s let the new products speak for themselves,” Jiang Changgeng said calmly.
With that one sentence from the old man, all the doubts and noise vanished into thin air.
There was something light and effortless in Jiang Changgeng’s words, yet they radiated an incredibly powerful confidence and strength.
The older, the wiser!
Those journalists, who had been instructed by Fang Zhanbo to look for flaws in Jiang Changgeng’s words, suddenly felt like they were up against a solid iron wall—with no way to get a bite in.
At the same time, they all had a bad feeling, much like the dark, heavy clouds hanging over Jinling.
No one knew what was about to happen.
Or what kind of bombshell the Jiang family and the King of Medicine Group were about to drop.
“Ye Ziwei is on stage! The new product presentation is starting!”
“These new products were developed under the personal guidance of Grandmaster Jiang himself! What could they be?”
Inside the Liuchaoju Tea House, Tang Shaoze, Tie Minghuang, and Bai Choufei shouted excitedly.
In Yangcheng, Linzhou, Donghai, and many other places—all of Jiang Tian’s allies—were watching the live broadcast.
Everyone’s eyes were glued to the big screen. The stage went dark, with only a single beam of light shining on Ye Ziwei, who was dressed in a professional suit.
“So President Ye is this beautiful! She has such an unmatched elegance!”
For some reason, everyone’s hearts began to race.
Whoosh!
The large screen behind Ye Ziwei lit up, displaying the packaging images and efficacy data of the new products.
In truth, in that moment when the lights came on, Ye Ziwei was a little nervous. Her head even felt slightly dizzy.
Never before had anyone in China held a live-streamed launch event for new products like this. Right now, millions of people were probably watching her.
She saw her father, Ye Yifeng, sitting in the front row, smiling at her. She saw her adoptive mother, Zhang Wanqing, pumping her fist. She saw Jiang Zhixing nodding at her. And she saw Jiang Tian squinting his eyes and making a V-for-victory sign at her.
The moment she saw Jiang Tian, she calmed down. She thought to herself:
“All of this is Jiang Tian’s hard work. He invented such amazing medicines. How could I let him down? He said he wanted me to become the empress of medicine in China and even the world!”
“The first product is called Antidote Pill. Under the joint supervision of the China Drug Administration and the Ministry of Health, clinical trials have shown a 100% cure rate for all types of snake venom, a 100% cure rate for drug poisoning, and a 100% cure rate for food poisoning…”
She rattled off the data one by one. Her face was as calm as a still lake, but inside, her heart was thundering like a storm.
When she had first seen this data, hadn’t she been just as shocked, just as unable to believe it, with waves of turmoil crashing inside her?
“The price is 1,000 yuan per box. Thanks to this medicine, our company has already secured a 2 billion yuan order from the military’s Logistics Department.”
“Furthermore, this medicine has been included in the Ministry of Health’s benchmark drug procurement list. The Ministry’s order is worth 5 billion yuan. It will be distributed to major hospitals nationwide.”
Ye Ziwei’s voice continued.
On the screen, videos and photos were shown of the military and the Ministry of Health signing contracts with the King of Medicine Group.
“This product was developed by the Qingtian Laboratory, a joint venture between the King of Medicine Group and Jinling Pharmaceutical University. The patent holders are Jiang Changgeng and Professor Huang Zhihui.”
After introducing the medicine, Ye Ziwei extended her hand. She raised her thumb, curled her other fingers, and pointed her slender index finger toward the audience, like the motion of firing a gun.
Her finger pointed at the camera, and through the camera, it pointed directly at Fang Zhanbo and the others in front of the big screen in the trading room.
Zhang Wanqing paused slightly.
In that moment, the entire press conference venue fell utterly silent. The whole world seemed to go quiet, as if in a dead stillness.
It was precisely because of this silence that Fang Zhanbo, Nie Changhai, Chen Junbin, and Sun Lingyun suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
It was as if the gates of hell had opened.
“Professor Chen Junbin, Professor Fang Zhanbo, is this medicine also something we stole?” Ye Ziwei asked coldly, her voice sharp like a sword’s ring.
“Next, I will introduce the second product.”
Ye Ziwei’s rhythmic yet composed delivery felt like tanks gathering on an endless plain, slowly building up an unstoppable, earth-shattering momentum.
“What? Small Rejuvenation Pill has a 97% cure rate for early-stage cancer? And even 75% for late-stage? That’s way too overpowered!”
“And the price is so cheap! Just 10,000 yuan per treatment course, and it can cure you?”
Right then, under the big screens in cities across the country and in front of computer screens, Chinese netizens everywhere erupted in gasps of disbelief.
“Next, it’s time to talk about the formulas for these medicines.”
Suddenly, Ye Ziwei stopped her introduction.
“Ah, why stop?”
“Keep going! These medicines are amazing!”
Instantly, on-site, in front of computer screens, and before the 3,000 big screens nationwide, countless people shouted in confusion.
The venue of the press conference, and the skies above every city, fell into complete silence.
“Today, journalists from the press conference have arrived at Mr. Chen Junbin’s location. Please, Elder Chen, accept their interviews,” Ye Ziwei said, her phoenix-like eyes carrying authority, her voice cold.
In the trading room of the Golf Hotel, Chen Junbin—whose face had already turned ashen—was momentarily stunned. Then he saw a crowd of reporters flood through the doorway. They all aimed their cameras at him and fired off one heavy question after another like a volley of bullets.
“Elder Chen, what are your thoughts on the new medicines released by the King of Medicine Group?”
“Do you still believe the King of Medicine Group’s research capabilities are mediocre and that they lack the ability to develop new medicines?”
“Do you still think these new medicines are stolen or plagiarized?”
Chen Junbin’s pale, speechless face appeared on the big screen—this was being broadcast live. He raised a hand to cover his shame-filled face.
Faced with these questions, Chen Junbin was completely stunned, utterly unable to say a single word.
Ye Ziwei’s voice rang out again: “I want to ask him, did he, Chen Junbin, also invent these formulas?”
Ye Ziwei’s question struck like an invisible spear, like a blast of wintry wind. Everyone’s eyes turned to Chen Junbin.
At that moment, everyone fell silent.
Just these two new medicines released by the King of Medicine Group were enough to prove its formidable, even terrifying, research capabilities—a truly epoch-making innovation.
And since the eight formulas from the King of Medicine Group had been patented even earlier than Tianwei Pharmaceutical’s, why had everyone so readily believed Chen Junbin’s one-sided story and assumed Jiang Changgeng and the King of Medicine Group were guilty of plagiarism and theft?
