Chapter 170

An Chenglan and Lin Haisheng have already chosen to stand by Song Mo, so they won't waver.

They swiftly took action to help Song Mo counterattack.

Haven't these pharmaceutical giants been slandering Huachuang Group's medicines all along?

They even shamelessly hired a bunch of people to cause trouble, claiming they got sick from taking Huachuang's medicine.

This tactic couldn't bring Huachuang Group to collapse, but it was highly effective at annoying people.

At the very least, causing disturbances in front of Huachuang's offline stores was enough to drive away other potential customers.

In response to this, An Chenglan and Lin Haisheng's countermeasure was extremely simple and brutal.

That was to station people outside Huachuang's offline stores; as soon as troublemakers showed up, they immediately called the police to remove them.

As for the online smears,

An Yinuo and Lin Haisheng used the same method.

Clearing one's name is very difficult.

But slandering is easy.

And slandering your opponent is itself a form of whitewashing.

Thus, a flood of articles began appearing online.

All of them stood on the moral high ground, presenting facts and evidence; the space devoted to whitewashing Huachuang Group was minimal, while the space spent attacking the monopolistic pharmaceutical conglomerates was massive.

This move was nothing short of brilliant.

As the saying goes, "Good deeds don't travel far, but bad deeds spread far and wide." Rather than making people believe how good Huachuang was, it was better to show them how evil Huachuang's enemies were.

The public had long been seething with resentment over exorbitant drug prices.

Suddenly, public opinion shifted dramatically.

After all, Huachuang's medicines were genuinely cheap.

Supporting Huachuang could help bring down domestic drug prices — a huge benefit for every consumer.

……

Song Mo's move was already a done deal.

If anyone was most anxious about this, it was naturally Song Wanrou.

At this moment, Song Wanrou invited Dushima Yingxue to a quiet teahouse.

The two had afternoon tea together.

And took the opportunity to talk things over.

Dushima Yingxue wore a faint smile, revealing two sweet dimples.

"Sister Wanrou, Master's Huachuang Group is now facing a crisis, yet here we are, sipping tea — doesn't that seem inappropriate?"

Song Wanrou lightly sipped her tea.

"I trust my brother; he wouldn't do anything without preparation."

"Besides, though public opinion has been raging these past days, my brother hasn't shown the slightest sign of anxiety — clearly, he's already prepared a backup plan."

"I believe he can handle this storm."

"Right now, something else is more important to me."

Dushima Yingxue watched Song Wanrou with interest, a teasing smile appearing on her exquisite face as she asked softly:

"So, Miss Song Wanrou."

"Are you finally nervous?"

Song Wanrou tightened her grip on the teacup.

She murmured bitterly: "What good does being nervous do?"

"I've guarded something for twenty whole years, and in the end, it still isn't mine."

Dushima Yingxue sneered:

"Sister Wanrou, you're truly useless."

"Look at you now — you're just like a bitter woman. I know women like you are typical in Huaguo."

"You never take the initiative, yet expect men to do so; you miss golden opportunities while wallowing in self-pity, then sink deeper into self-pity."

"You're nothing like women from our cherry blossoms — even the shyest among us dare to speak up boldly."

"Your reserve is the root cause of why you became a loser."

"Twenty whole years — if it were me,"

"Giggling… I would've already devoured Master completely."

Song Wanrou turned pale.

Dushima Yingxue's words struck right at her heart.

She felt like a clown, silently watching the person she cherished taken by another, then grieving alone.

But Dushima Yingxue's mockery also stirred Song Wanrou's resentment.

"If it weren't for…"

"What do you know? If certain things hadn't happened, I would've already succeeded."

Dushima Yingxue only knew she'd grown up beside Song Mo — she didn't know about the misunderstanding between Song Wanrou and Song Mo in her past life.

She didn't know that just recently, Song Wanrou had nearly broken ties with Song Mo.

Dushima Yingxue didn't care.

She brushed back a strand of hair from her temple.

Her elegant brows and eyes radiated confidence.

"Sister Wanrou, perhaps you have your own hidden reasons."

"But all of this doesn't matter to me."

"I'm not like you. My love for Song Mo is the one that's sincere and devout."

"In my eyes, Song Mo is the supreme sovereign."

"I am willing to be his slave."

"Whether he's married or already a husband, I don't care at all."

"As long as Song Mo is willing to take the reins and ride me…"

Dushima Yingxue let out a lovesick giggle, her eyes glazed and intoxicated, looking exactly like a perverted love-struck woman.

Song Wanrou dumped a basin of cold water on her.

"Even with a relationship as close as mine with my little brother, I still feel utterly helpless."

"You're nothing but my little brother's disciple. What right do you have to earn his love?"

Dushima Yingxue pressed her lips into a smile.

"I have my own methods."

Song Wanrou fell silent.

She didn't know why Dushima Yingxue was so confident; she even got the feeling that the other woman disdained forming an alliance with her.

Yet she needed Dushima Yingxue's help.

"What should I do?"

Song Wanrou asked glumly.

Dushima Yingxue looked at her in surprise.

"You're asking me? You want me to coach you?"

Dushima Yingxue said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry:

"Don't you have any idea yourself?"

"Once you've missed your chance, you have to take hard measures to catch up."

"As for how to do it, that's for you to figure out."

With that, Dushima Yingxue left.

As she departed, she gave Song Wanrou an assessment in her heart.

"Self-deceiving reserve, meaningless self-pity."

"She deserves to be a loser."

If she were Song Wanrou, she'd already have a child with Song Mo by now.

Song Wanrou clenched her fists.

On her intelligent, elegant face, a flash of sorrowful grievance passed.

But it quickly transformed into a look of resolve.

……

When Song Mo returned from Kyoto.

He discovered that before he could even make a move, the An Family and Lin Family had jumped out first to help him deal with those pharmaceutical giants?

"Now this is interesting. Are they trying to settle the score from last time?"

Last time, the An Family and Lin Family had sat by and watched the Song Family be encircled and suppressed by the Leng Family.

Now the situation was clearly more dangerous than last time, yet they jumped out to take sides — naturally not out of a newfound conscience.

It was simply that, as gamblers, they had placed their chips on Song Mo's side.

"Counting the time, it's about right."

Song Mo had already sought instructions in Kyoto.

He only needed to face the business war squarely and fairly.

The matters above are for the people above to resolve.

Song Mo immediately convened a shareholders' meeting, and at once contacted his secretary to schedule the press conference.

"After all this fuss, it's time to end it."

(End of this chapter)