"Okay, I got it." Seeing that Shen Silin only spoke halfway, Yang Yu couldn't be bothered to ask more, as tomorrow would reveal everything anyway.
He was about to hang up the phone when Shen Silin suddenly said, "Yang Yu, the last time you gave me the beauty cream formula, could you also give me the formula for that burn ointment? I can give you another thirty million."
"Of course." If Yang Yu could give Shen Silin a person, what was a formula to him?
Yet, Yang Yu was curious, "The beauty cream hasn't passed the Drug Supervision Bureau's approval or gone into production yet, and now you want the burn ointment formula? Aren't you afraid you won't recoup your investment?"
"The beauty cream is already sorted out, and mass production will start soon. My mom owns a pharmaceutical company, so there's nothing to worry about," explained Shen Silin, "Hurry and give me the burn ointment formula, I'm going to send it to the Tianhai City Drug Supervision Bureau right away."
