Chapter 60: Do You Still Want Your Face?

"I will not throw away my old face for the sake of money," Professor Li said angrily.

"Fine, you have backbone, you want to save face. In half a month, once I revoke the authorization, let's see what products you Tianyun have left to sell," Cheng Yong sneered, flicked his sleeves, and left.

Song Mengyan slumped down again, supporting her forehead with one hand, feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

"It's just a few formulas, it shouldn't be enough to stump you like this," Chen Yu said with a chuckle.

"You don't understand the importance of these formulas to me," Song Mengyan shook her head, her eyes turning slightly red.

"The traditional Chinese medicine market is already sluggish, and the similar Three Emperors Pharmaceutical is pressing us step by step. These past few years, we have relied entirely on the few formula medicines authorized by Cheng Yong to hold on."

"If he revokes the authorization now, the blow to us will undoubtedly be devastating."

"How about this, I have a few prescriptions here, take them and look," Chen Yu said, taking out a pen and scribbling down a few prescriptions.

"This, this is..." Professor Li hurriedly put on his glasses and looked at Chen Yu's prescriptions.

"Clear Heat and Detoxify Good Prescription, Stop Cough and Calm Asthma, Wind-Cold Fever, miraculous effects," Chen Yu said calmly, "Better than that prescription of his, right?"

"Good, much better, at least ten times better." Having conducted research for many years, Professor Li saw the uniqueness of Chen Yu's prescriptions at a glance. He said excitedly, "President Song, these prescriptions from Mr. Chen are truly miraculous."

"Really? But, the drug approval process is complex, half a month... there isn't enough time," Song Mengyan felt a flicker of joy, but her expression immediately dimmed.

The authorization expires in half a month, and the approval for new drugs is very complex; market opportunities are fleeting, and she feared it would be too late.

"Don't worry about this, I can pull some strings to get it approved within a day. With your previous three drugs, changing to new packaging and new formulas, half a month is more than enough," Chen Yu said.

"That's wonderful! Chen Yu, you are the savior of Tianyun." Song Mengyan grabbed Chen Yu's hand, too excited to know what to say. "This time, Three Emperors miscalculated."

"I'll go make a contingency plan immediately, I'll try to have it out by tonight," Professor Li ran out, overjoyed.

"Chen Yu, I have decided to transfer forty percent of the shares to you," Song Mengyan said, looking up. "From now on, in Tianyun Pharmaceutical, you will be the largest shareholder besides me."

"That seems a bit inappropriate, doesn't it?" Chen Yu was slightly stunned.

"No, if it weren't for you, Tianyun definitely wouldn't have survived this crisis. I know the person in charge at Three Emperors; even if there is only a sliver of a chance, they would bite us to death. I am giving these forty percent shares willingly," Song Mengyan's eyes were slightly red.

"Alright then, I accept," Chen Yu nodded. "I also guarantee that within three years, Tianyun's market value will at least increase fivefold."

"I believe in you, you have the full capability to do so," Song Mengyan nodded.

After finishing the acupuncture for Song Mengyan, Chen Yu went back and contacted the Lin Family; for the Lin Family, this small matter was as easy as lifting a hand.

From Liu Wenyuan, Chen Yu learned that his fate seemed not so simple. He could only use his own advantages to climb upward with effort; perhaps one day, when he stood at a certain height, that great hand manipulating everything from behind the scenes would gradually reveal itself.

"Mr. Chen." Just as he stepped out, a Bentley pulled up, and Zou Dalong hurried out of it.

"What's wrong?" Chen Yu looked at Zou Dalong's panicked expression.

"The head of the Qinglong Society, Zhou Long, has returned," Zou Dalong said nervously. "What should we do?"

"Did he ask to meet me?" Chen Yu asked.

"Not yet. Since there is no one to support the Qinglong Martial Arts Hall, he has to deal with the affairs of the Qinglong Martial Arts Hall first," Zou Dalong said.

"Then we'll talk when he comes looking for me," Chen Yu smiled slightly and turned to leave.

As for the Qinglong Society, ever since Chen Yu challenged the hall, the Qinglong Society had been closed for several days.

The plaque of the "Qinglong Martial Club" that once shook Fengling lay in pieces on the ground, and the martial club, once filled with students, was now incomparably cold and desolate.

Since Chen Yu challenged the hall and crippled two disciples in front of all the students, many students had withdrawn, feeling that the Qinglong Martial Club was just a name without substance.

Zhou Qing and three disciples sat to one side, lined up in a row; their injuries were almost identical.

"Senior Brother, my arms and the arms of my three disciples were broken, and our Cultivation was crippled. You must avenge us!"

Zhou Qing's voice was choked with sobs and trembling. Even though several days had passed, Chen Yu's destruction of his Cultivation still made him emotionally agitated.

"Chen Yu, you have humiliated my Qinglong Society; this grudge must be avenged," an old man said with a face full of rage.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, and his eyes flashed with sharp light; clearly, his Internal Force was extremely profound. He was the head of the Qinglong Society, Zhou Long.

He was already an expert of the Martial Truth Realm, with extremely profound Internal Force, capable of injuring people from a distance; he was very formidable.

Originally, his seclusion this time was to contemplate profound mysteries, intending to find an opportunity to break through to the Extreme Martial Sect Realm, but he did not expect that while he failed to find the opportunity, his Qinglong Martial Arts Hall had been taken down by someone.

"Senior Zhou," Du Feng hurried over, his face full of grief and indignation. "My nephew was killed by Chen Yu. Please, Senior Zhou, you must kill Chen Yu and avenge my nephew."

"Rest assured, I have just come out of seclusion and need to meditate for a few days to dissolve the turbid Qi. In a few days, I will invite fellow practitioners from the Jianghu to set up a 'Grievance Match' at the Xuanwu Tea House to deal with Chen Yu in public."

"Brother Chen Yu, where are you?" Before he even got home, a call came from Huang Yiqiang.

"Is the old man's health having problems?" Chen Yu guessed Huang Yiqiang's intention instantly.

"Yes, my grandfather's health is having problems. The symptoms are exactly the same as what you said. We went to the hospital and did countless tests, but they couldn't find any cause," Huang Yiqiang said with some worry. "The old man can't come, so he asked me to invite you."

"Send the location, I'll be there immediately," Chen Yu said.

At the peak of Long Mountain, in a slightly dilapidated temple.

The temple had been there for some years; besides a main hall, there were only a few side rooms, and these side rooms were the residence of Fourth Master Huang.

There were not many people guarding the temple, only an old man wearing a green robe holding a homemade broom, sweeping the floor.

The old man was already quite aged, walking shakily as if a gust of wind could blow him away.

However, every time his broom touched the ground, a patch of fallen leaves was swept up, and with every step he took, the surrounding leaves scattered in all directions; clearly, his Cultivation was extremely high.

"Uncle Xie, this is Chen Yu, my good brother. He can solve my grandfather's problem," Huang Yiqiang bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man looked up and glanced at Chen Yu, and only after confirming he was no threat did he nod slightly.

"Many thanks, Uncle Xie, we are going in," Huang Yiqiang hurriedly led Chen Yu to a side hall. The old man did not look sideways and continued sweeping his floor.

The side hall was unexpectedly extremely simple, with yellow mud on the walls covered by a layer of old newspapers. Inside, there was only a bed and a table, with a wooden fish placed on the table. The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as those in the countryside in the seventies or eighties.

Chen Yu had not expected that the famous Fourth Master Huang would live in such a simple, dilapidated temple.

There were already a few people in the room. An old man with a long beard, wearing small sunglasses, dressed in a robe, and bald—at a glance, he was a Feng Shui master. The other was a doctor, flipping through a pile of test results.

This gentleman was none other than the famous Yin-Yang master of Fengling, Duan Tianming, whose attainments in Yin-Yang Metaphysics were extremely high. It was said he was already in a semi-retired state, and ordinary people could not hire him.

And this doctor was Zhang Yiren, an internal medicine expert from Shengjing.