Top-tier Unruly Master

Although Ding Fan and Ruoran were as close as glue, Ding Fan still did not dare to break through the last line of defense.

Now, taking Ruoran's body would not benefit either his or Ruoran's cultivation; Ding Fan intended to wait until Ruoran's cultivation improved before making further breakthroughs with her.

That night, Ding Fan held Ruoran in his arms as they both fell asleep.

There was no passion, yet between the two of them, affection was still overflowing. Sometimes, waiting too was a kind of beauty.

The next morning, Ruoran promptly got up early to prepare breakfast for Ding Fan, as today was the day Ding Fan had arranged for the pharmaceutical factory to resume work.

Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory was now in a very critical situation; whether or not the factory could be saved hinged on the improved Xinan Pill in Ding Fan's hands.

After breakfast, Ding Fan went straight out of the house.

Being familiar with the route, Ding Fan arrived at the factory early.

By the time Ding Fan reached the factory, Yan Ruyao had already been waiting at the factory's entrance early on.

Yan Ruyao had been with Qin's Group for several years, yet she had never encountered a branch manager like Ding Fan.

A manager of his stature without a phone; with so many issues under the Dancheng Branch Company, what if there was a real emergency?

Three days earlier, Yan Ruyao had wanted to discuss the future direction of the factory with Ding Fan, but without a phone, she was left anxious and without a solution these past three days. If she had anything to discuss with the manager, there was no way to do it.

And what was even more fatal was this.

A large pharmaceutical factory with numerous complex affairs, upon arriving, the manager swung his axe thrice and took bold steps directly.

What Ding Fan did, in Yan Ruyao's view, seemed utterly clueless.

Increasing salaries fivefold without any improvement measures; what use was a salary raise alone? Without solving the root problems, the factory would eventually fail regardless.

Yan Ruyao initially thought that Ding Fan would use the three-day holiday to make some arrangements, but what truly deflated her spirits was that after giving the factory three days off, Manager Ding also went directly on holiday.

Which means, during these three days, Ding Fan essentially did nothing; he genuinely took a holiday at home.

All signs made Yan Ruyao feel utterly hopeless; the Ding Fan before her was simply incompetent. A prodigal son who only knew how to throw money away!

The day Qin Manshu brought Ding Fan to meet the supervisors, she merely mentioned the factory's situation, and Ding Fan threw out five million directly.

Then, Ding Fan went to the factory and, without any improvement plan, recklessly increased the workers' salaries by five times!

Yan Ruyao really doubted if there was anyone more inept than Ding Fan.

Today was the first official working day after the factory's holiday, and Yan Ruyao wanted to see what this incompetent manager was going to do.

"Manager Ding, all the workers have come to work today; may I know what our next step is?" Yan Ruyao asked Ding Fan seriously.

"Just resume full production," Ding Fan said.

Yan Ruyao heard Ding Fan's words and felt utterly disappointed. Although she had a bit of hope for Ding Fan just now, now even that bit of hope vanished.

Resuming full production to produce what? Xinan Pills? Currently, the warehouses were filled with stockpiled Xinan Pills; are we to continue producing them? Is this Ding Fan's method of saving the factory after a three-day holiday?

"Produce what? Produce Xinan Pills?" Yan Ruyao's tone became grave.

"Of course not," Ding Fan replied. Then, he took out a prescription and handed it to Yan Ruyao very solemnly.

Yan Ruyao was startled. Despite everything, she was still the plant manager, so she had some understanding of prescriptions.

Seeing Ding Fan hand her the prescription, she was taken aback. She had assumed it was an extraordinary recipe, but when she looked at it, she completely lost heart.

The prescription given to her by Ding Fan was very strange. It was impossible to tell what illness it was meant to treat. And while Yan Ruyao was shocked, Ding Fan spoke with grave seriousness.

"Within three days, produce as much as possible. Whether the company can turn losses into gains depends on these medicines."

"Manager Ding, are you sure these medicines can save our factory?" Yan Ruyao asked incredulously.

Using a novel and unique prescription to revive a factory might indeed be a good method, but the recipe Ding Fan gave her was a total mess. She didn't even know what illness it was supposed to treat. To fully commit to producing a completely unverified prescription like that—if there happened to be a medical accident, then Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory would truly be beyond redemption.

Squeak... As Yan Ruyao pondered the feasibility of the recipe Ding Fan had given her, a white van drove in from outside.

The vehicle came to a stop. Several people came out one after another, including some carrying cameras – journalists – which took Yan Ruyao by surprise.

Among those people were clearly journalists, so what exactly did they come to Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory for?

"Give me back my son, you heartless businessmen! For the sake of profit, you can commit the most unconscionable acts. You deserve to be struck by lightning from the heavens!"

Just then, a middle-aged woman came down from the car, and she proceeded to sit directly on the ground, slapping the floor with her hands while wailing loudly.

After the middle-aged woman started crying, two people carried a stretcher over, lifting a teenage boy who was unconscious next to the woman.

As the middle-aged woman started making a scene, the cameras beside her had already started rolling, and a female reporter began reporting from the side.

"Recently, numerous members of the public have accused the Xinzhen Pills produced by Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory. Today we have accompanied a family member of a patient who has become a vegetative state due to taking Xinzhen Pills to Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory..."

Yan Ruyao's complexion turned ugly, "...turned into a vegetative state from taking Xinzhen Pills..." Although the truth of the matter could not be confirmed right now, with the involvement of the media, the incident was certainly going to deal a heavy blow to Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory.

"Hello, I am the director of Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory, what exactly is going on? Please explain the details to me. If it is our factory's responsibility, we will certainly not ignore it." With the media present, Yan Ruyao felt compelled to step forward and defend herself.

"So you are the director of Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory, you unscrupulous merchant! To make money, you can do any vile thing. My son has become unconscious because of your Xinzhen Pills, and he still hasn't woken up—give me back my son."

The middle-aged woman struggled to stand up and swung her palm fiercely towards Yan Ruyao.

That slap was powerful, and given that Yan Ruyao was just a frail woman, if the slap landed, it would certainly not end well.

Watching the slap from the fierce middle-aged woman heading her way, Yan Ruyao didn't expect the other party to be so aggressive, and with the palm approaching, all she could do was close her eyes...

Bang... Just as the middle-aged woman's palm was about to hit Yan Ruyao's face, Ding Fan appeared beside her out of nowhere and firmly grasped the woman's hand mid-strike.

Ding Fan's expression was unkind, and his tone was somewhat icy as he said, "This is not a place where you can throw a tantrum!"

The once arrogant middle-aged woman involuntarily shuddered when she looked at Ding Fan. His eyes were cold and piercing, devoid of any warmth, the kind one would expect from a wild beast.

"You... you..." Under Ding Fan's imposing presence, the shrew didn't know what to say for a moment.

Ding Fan didn't bother to argue with such a person. He let go, and the middle-aged woman took several steps back...

Ding Fan's presence was such that even Earth Level Martial Artists had to take note, let alone an ordinary middle-aged woman. For a moment, she didn't dare to say another word.

Meanwhile, two black sedans pulled up to the entrance of Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory.

After the two cars stopped, a middle-aged man with a distinctive mustache, flanked by two others, slowly made his way over.

When she saw the middle-aged man with the mustache, Yan Ruyao's expression turned solemn; he was Xiao Dao, the owner of Asahi Pharmaceutical Factory from Japan.

At that moment, following close behind Xiao Dao were two people, one of whom Ding Fan recognized as Hao Zhihua, who had incited the key staff of Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory to resign that day.

With so many people gathered at the entrance of the pharmaceutical factory, the scene became very lively. Many workers from Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory also crowded around to see what was going on.

"Mr. Ding, there's something wrong with your factory's medicine. It turned someone into a vegetative state. Now I want to see how your factory is going to come back to life..." Hao Zhihua said boastfully, hands on her hips.

Xiao Dao then spoke out loudly, "For a pharmaceutical factory like Jiangyuan that prioritizes profits over the quality of their medicines, it's simply a disgrace to the industry. As a colleague in the pharmaceutical industry, as soon as I learned of this, I felt obliged to confront this issue personally...

You should know that if something like this happened in our Japan, the factory would definitely be shut down immediately."

At this point, Yan Ruyao looked extremely distressed.

From a glimmer of hope, Yan Ruyao was now utterly disheartened.

The factory was already facing a time of crisis, and now, to make matters worse, a drug accident had occurred.

With the media now involved, even if the drug accident was false, Jiangyuan Pharmaceutical Factory had no way to defend itself.

The factory, already on fragile footing, how could it withstand such a multitude of blows!

It looked like the pharmaceutical factory might truly be finished...