Chapter 862 — A Strange Dinner
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Yes. Guan Daifu's wound medicine," said Kang Xiaofeng, who could not tell what Kang Jingming was driving at and so said little, answering only what was asked. None of it was confidential in any case, and there was no need to hide it.
"Oh, and in terms of efficacy, is it much the same as Kangshenyi's wound medicine?" Kang Jingming pressed on.
"I should think so," Kang Xiaofeng said.
"Heh heh, I see. I wonder where Guan Daifu Pharmaceuticals got the formula for its wound medicine. Ha—do you know?" Kang Jingming had at last begun, step by step, to reveal his purpose.
Kang Xiaofeng was no fool. Hearing this, he was at once somewhat angered, a flicker of indignation crossing his face. Kang Jingming's words were plainly implying that the formula for Guan Daifu's wound medicine had come from Kang Xiaofeng himself.
In an instant Kang Xiaofeng understood: this dinner invitation had been for precisely this purpose—to learn whether he had given away the formula for Guan Daifu's wound medicine. But never mind himself; even Grandfather had never laid eyes on that formula. How could it possibly have been supplied to anyone else?
So Kang Xiaofeng said coldly, "How would I know?"
"Ha, if you don't know, you don't know. You mustn't get angry!" Seeing that Kang Xiaofeng was angry, Kang Jingming hastened to smooth things over.
"Angry? What have I to be angry about?" Kang Xiaofeng said flatly, then glanced at Wei Zhao to see what he would say—only to find Wei Zhao still eating away happily. At once Kang Xiaofeng's heart was set at ease.
"Forget it, Xiaobo. Since we're both members of the Kang family, let's not beat around the bush. Could you get me a copy of the Guan Daifu Trauma Medicine formula, brother?" Seeing that Kang Xiaofeng remained uncooperative and that his honeyed words were getting him nowhere, Kang Jingming grew anxious. Gritting his teeth, he came straight out with his purpose.
"The Guan Daifu Trauma Medicine formula? What do you want with that?" Kang Xiaofeng was taken aback. "Don't you already have the formula for Kang the Divine Doctor's Golden Wound Medicine?"
"Ha, for reference, for reference—the more the merrier!" Kang Jingming laughed. "So? As vice-president of Guan Daifu Pharmaceuticals, you must be able to get your hands on that formula, surely? Of course, we're both Kangs, but as the saying goes, even brothers keep clear accounts. I won't let you do it for nothing! Shubin—"
At this, Wang Shubin understood at once. He produced a black leather case, set it beside the table, and opened it up...
It was crammed full of banknotes, enough to make one's eyes swim! The reason Kang Jingming had used cash rather than a card was precisely that cash delivered a far greater visual shock than a single bank card. He wanted Kang Xiaofeng, driven by the urge of desire, to take that case of money!
"What's the meaning of this?" Kang Xiaofeng frowned. To claim that a great case of money set before him stirred no temptation would be false, but Kang Xiaofeng was a man of principle; he could never sell out the company's interests for a case of cash. And besides, Wei Zhao was sitting right beside him—even without Wei Zhao there, he would never have accepted the money. So he thought to himself that Kang Jingming had really chosen the wrong tactic.
"This is three hundred thousand. So long as you help me find out the Guan Daifu Trauma Medicine formula and the supply channels for its raw materials, this case of money is yours!" Kang Jingming patted the case on the table and went on: "Three hundred thousand, mind you. I daresay you haven't made any real money at Guan Daifu Pharmaceuticals yet, have you?"