In a quiet villa in Zao City, a circle of bigwigs from the Traditional Chinese Medicine field were seated.
"Thank you all for your trust in me, Cheng Yin. The establishment of the Traditional Chinese Medicine Association is also to protect everyone's interests,"
"Otherwise, if we let just any Tom, Dick, or Harry participate in the auction, wouldn't it undermine our status?"
Cheng Yin raised his glass and began to speak eloquently to the magnates of Zao City's Traditional Chinese Medicine community.
Wang Hao's guess was indeed correct. This newly emerged Traditional Chinese Medicine Association was an unfair measure Cheng Yin had taken to restrict his competitors.
And these so-called bigwigs of Zao City's Traditional Chinese Medicine community were just pawns on his chessboard, ready to take a bullet for him when the time came.
Suddenly, someone approached Cheng Yin and whispered a few words in his ear.
Without saying anything, Cheng Yin immediately stood up and went upstairs.
