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"Hey, is your formula from your company? It seems like all these foreign companies have our formulas. It's really ridiculous," Chen Hao complained to Yang Xiaoyou after figuring out a few things.
"We have our own too. There are definitely plenty of ancestral secret recipes in those martial arts schools, but most of them are for internal use only. What we use should be the few that were bought at a high price; it's just that the philosophies of both sides are different," Yang Xiaoyou replied casually.
Foreign companies or factions that acquire certain formulas tend to use them for maximum profit; the more people use them, the more cost-effective it becomes. In contrast, domestically, due to competition prevention and some traditional factors, most formulas are used internally by various sects and martial arts schools.
Aside from Yang Xiaoyou's monstrous physique, ordinary people wanting to go far in this aspect must rely on medicinal herbs; otherwise, they might end up with hidden injuries before even completing their training.
Even Yang Xiaoyou himself, as his physical quality improves and the intensity of his training increases, would benefit from using drugs to speed up his progress.
At the same time, he did not hide from Chen Hao about some of the top-notch formulas he had scavenged from his memory, sharing what he planned to use.
Chen Hao was unaware of the value of this formula and didn't pay much attention; he just prepared both types to test their effects for comparison.
"Brother Yang, I have a few medicinal herbs here. Why don't you come over and see if their age is suitable? That way, I'll have a better idea when I collect them," Huang Bo suggested after discussing the formula with Yang Xiaoyou for a while and rummaging through some bags in the room.
"Uh, I'm not too familiar with herbs," Yang Xiaoyou said awkwardly as he looked at the bags in front of him. Neither his past self nor his current self had spent much time on this aspect.
However, not being able to recognize them didn't matter much; as long as he could eat them. He reached out and grabbed a few bags, pulled one out, stuffed it into his mouth, and began chewing vigorously while squatting on the ground. As long as the taste matched his memory, that was good enough.
This sight made Chen Hao, Huang Ling, and Huang Ling's father exchange glances filled with disbelief.
In a luxury hotel in Sh City, a blonde white woman looked at the Asian middle-aged man lying on the sofa with cold sweat on his forehead and expressed her concern. "Liu, should we go to the hospital? You look really unwell."
"No need. I'm in the herbal medicine business; I know what's going on. I probably just got upset yesterday. I have an important client today, so I must wait for him," the Asian man said as he forced himself to sit up, suppressing his painful expression while softly speaking to his wife.
The two had gone through countless hardships to get to where they were now. It was only after the repeal of the Chinese Exclusion Act that they officially gained recognition. This client was one of the key players in that event.
Ding-dong!
Just after he finished comforting his wife, the doorbell rang. Hearing it made him perk up; his complexion improved significantly as he got up to open the door.
Seeing the handsome and strong young man outside, who was also wearing a bright smile, said, "Mr. Luo, sorry to keep you waiting. The medications you ordered are all ready. Are we handling them the same way as before?"
Outside, Luo Guohui frowned slightly upon seeing the expression of the person who opened the door. He then reached out and grabbed his wrist, checking his pulse.
"Hey, you can't just take it like that; it's medicine," Chen Hao said, shaking Yang Xiaoyou vigorously.
"It's fine; it's all meant to be taken anyway. Huang Bo, I prefer this kind; if you don't have it, this one will do, but I'd rather not have that one," Yang Xiaoyou replied while dealing with Chen Hao and gesturing towards the samples in Huang Ling's father's hands.
When it came to pharmacology, he could at most recognize the types of medications; he was completely in the dark about their effects or years of production. Thus, he had to rely on this most convenient and quick method.
On the other hand, Huang Ling's father showed a hint of surprise at the few types Yang Xiaoyou presented. The one he didn't need turned out to be the best in terms of age. Luckily, he had asked in advance and nodded to take care of it.
"Alright then, Haozi, go spend time with your girlfriend. I’ll head out first and greet those fellows," Yang Xiaoyou said after delegating most of what needed to be done. He didn't want to be a third wheel and had some other matters to attend to.
"I'll go with you." Although Huang Ling was right beside him, Chen Hao was still worried about Yang Xiaoyou going alone to meet those fellows who clearly looked like troublemakers, even if they seemed a bit intimidated by him.
"It's fine; they won't dare do anything. Our company is quite formidable, plus our medicine is pretty good too; I've heard it even has aphrodisiac effects," Yang Xiaoyou casually waved his hand and quickly slipped out before Chen Hao could kick him.
In this flat, there were more tenants than just Huang Ling's family. The two fellows with bandaged hands standing at the stairway frightened quite a few residents.
Meanwhile, the fellow who had originally come along to collect debts had already disappeared, probably sent away by them.
"You two, come with me; don’t scare anyone else," Yang Xiaoyou said casually while snapping his fingers and then walked straight outside without paying them any more attention.
The two hefty men waited for a while before daring to follow behind him until they reached a secluded riverbank where Yang Xiaoyou stopped and turned around with interest. "I didn't expect to run into you guys; you've saved me quite a bit of trouble. How's your Eighth Master doing these days?"
Hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, the two exchanged wry smiles. It was indeed this guy's doing; last night Eighth Master had wanted to indulge in some entertainment after drinking but suddenly realized that he had lost his usual reaction down below.
After checking himself and feeling intense pain, Eighth Master concluded that it was this guy's handiwork. Initially, the two weren't too convinced and thought their boss was just overworked.
However, wanting to keep things under wraps while monitoring Shituzu for Eighth Master led them to discover early in the morning that what seemed like mere fright for Shituzu had inexplicably turned into something else entirely.
At first, Eighth Master was adamant that Shituzu would definitely kick the bucket soon, and he was preparing to absorb a bit of power in the meantime. The current lack of activity was purely due to his strange injuries leaving him with little energy.
One incident could be chalked up to coincidence, but after several occurrences, both of them understood that Eighth Master's words were not unfounded.
"Hey, quite clever, aren't you? But you've saved me the trouble of having to deal with you," Yang Xiaoyou remarked, gaining a newfound respect for Eighth Master. It wasn't surprising that he had managed to achieve a decent standing in the underworld without a fixed territory.
"This esteemed gentleman, Eighth Master has instructed us that if we can meet you, please give him a chance to apologize. All conditions are negotiable," Dabao said, mustering his courage as he faced the smiling figure before him.
As a man in his prime, he knew that certain things were no longer an option for him, and it was easy to imagine Eighth Master's anxiety.
"Alright, I'll give him a chance. Let him come to Hive Security Company to discuss how to proceed. The people there will know what to do. Just follow this prescription and take three doses daily," Yang Xiaoyou casually tossed out a card and waved them off.
If Hive Security Company wanted to expand its business domestically, given the nature of the company, merely having connections with officials wasn't enough. While they didn't need to delve into the darker aspects, they required sufficient influence; otherwise, while major troubles might be avoided, minor ones would keep cropping up.
After encountering someone with enough insight last time, Yang Xiaoyou wanted to seize this opportunity and avoid Nobunaga Hideyoshi's complaints about his lack of action.
As for that prescription, it was unrealistic to expect someone like Yang Xiaoyou—who had no understanding of pharmacology—to provide one. He had merely thrown together a few random herbs. The hidden injury he had left behind could only be sustained for about a week; after all, in order to preserve life while ensuring nothing went awry, the demands for control were exceedingly high.
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