Chapter 170 Is One Billion Enough?

Seeing the reactions of the crowd, Yang Ling was extremely satisfied.

Originally, he had intended to use a gentle approach to take over Little Pharma, but now it seemed a more brutal method was necessary.

"Li An'an, oh Li An'an, did you see that? Who would believe you? Who would support your Little Pharma? Hahahaha!"

Yang Ling laughed wildly.

With all of Little Pharma's partners cut off, did Li An'an still think she could break out of Chuanxi?

In her dreams!

Trying to establish a presence in the southwest region was sheer delusion. Unable to even step out of Chuanxi, they were destined for nothing but ruin.

"Young Master Yang, the person has arrived."

An aide walked up to Yang Ling and whispered in his ear, "Shall we make a move?"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Yang Ling's face when he heard this. The heavyweight he had requested had finally arrived!

Now, this was no longer just about dealing with Little Pharma; Li An'an and Mo Han were in for it too. Their branch office in Chuanxi wouldn't be having any peace either.

"Make a move!"

Yang Ling commanded outright, "Bring Li An'an to my hotel room!"

"Understood!"

With that, Yang Ling burst into even more manic laughter.

He was going to humiliate Li An'an, and he was going to exact a brutal revenge on Mo Han!

At that very moment!

Inside Little Pharma's Chuanxi branch office.

Mo Han was accompanying Li An'an as she handled some affairs.

"President Li! Lee Lung, the boss of the Huishi Group, wants to see you. He says he has an urgent and important matter to discuss," said Ma Jiaojiao, the secretary, as she walked in.

Li An'an had just finished signing a mountain of documents. Twisting her neck and rubbing her shoulders, she glanced at Mo Han, who was sitting on the sofa eating an apple. She let out a deliberate hum, hoping Mo Han would come over and massage her, but Mo Han acted as if he hadn't noticed anything at all.

Li An'an had already grown accustomed to Mo Han giving her a massage every night before bed.

Mo Han's acupressure techniques could instantly wash away the exhaustion of the day and let her drift off into peaceful slumber.

"Show him in."

Li An'an crinkled her nose and shot Mo Han a glare.

"President Li! President Li! We are in terrible trouble!"

Lee Lung ran in hurriedly, his face etched with panic, practically on the verge of tears.

He almost tripped over the threshold, but he paid it no mind, rushing in so frantically he looked like he might weep.

"President Lee, what is it? What happened?"

Li An'an was startled; she had never seen Lee Lung in such a state of distress.

As the very first manufacturer in Chuanxi to partner with Little Pharma, Lee Lung had left a deep and favorable impression on her.

He was a deeply responsible entrepreneur; even when his factory faced operational difficulties, he had never once compromised his conscience.

What on earth could have driven him to this point?

"President Li, that Young Master of the Yang family... that bastard, he is trying to drive us to our deaths!"

Lee Lung's eyes were bloodshot. "He summoned all of us channel partners and manufacturers, forcing us to choose between two options: if we continued to partner with Little Pharma, he would blacklist us and force us into bankruptcy!"

Hearing this, Li An'an was slightly shocked, and then a wave of anger surged across her face.

"That Yang Ling, how could he do such a thing? This is vicious, unfair competition!"

"I refused to accept his terms, so he... he immediately mobilized the Yang family's influence to blockade Huishi's distribution channels!"

How could Lee Lung not be frantic?

Just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. He hurriedly answered it, and the moment he heard the voice on the other end, his eyes grew even redder.

"What? All payments overdue? Channels terminating cooperation? Our factory's capital chain is about to break?"

The middle-aged man was both furious and terrified, tears welling up in his eyes.

Lee Lung's hands were trembling. "I... I will find a way! I'll figure something out! You go calm down the workers, everything will be fine! Absolutely no problems!"

"I put my life on the line for this!"

Hanging up the phone, Lee Lung dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

Li An'an was alarmed. "President Lee, what are you doing?"

"President Li, we... we have truly reached the end of our rope!" Lee Lung's voice was hoarse; driven into a corner by the Yang family, he had nowhere left to turn.

"Such a big fuss over nothing. Acting like your life is on the line."

Sitting over there and having remained silent the whole time, Mo Han tossed the finished apple core into the trash can, pulled out two tissues to wipe his hands, and said indifferently, "I'll invest one billion in you. Is that enough?"

Now that those few blockbuster pills from Little Pharma had taken the entire country by storm, not only was Li An'an already a multi-billionaire, but the funds in Mo Han's own bank accounts had also surpassed ten billion. One billion was no big deal to him.

"One... one billion?"

Lee Lung froze, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him.

One billion!

His entire factory was worth less than a hundred million, yet Mo Han was offering to invest one billion in him?

"What, is that not enough?"

Mo Han arched an eyebrow. "Your Huishi can directly become a manufacturing partner for Little Pharma, solely providing us with production capacity. That alone will be more than enough to secure Huishi's future development.

"As for the one billion, that's my personal investment in you. I only want a forty percent stake, and it has nothing to do with Little Pharma itself—you'll still maintain your partnership with them. Any problem with that?"

"N-No problem! But..."

Lee Lung stammered, still finding it hard to believe. He wanted to say, *Brother, please don't joke around, what time do you think it is? Huishi is already hanging by a thread.*

One billion? Even Little Pharma couldn't possibly pull out that much liquid capital on short notice, could they?

Naturally, they had no idea how astonishing the pure profit margins of Jiang Li's pills truly were.

To outsiders, pills that miraculous must surely have an astronomical production cost.

Little did they know that all ten god-tier pills, including the Rejuvenation Pill, were simply concocted by Mo Han using ordinary medicinal herbs.

"What more is there to 'but'?"

Mo Han frowned slightly. "A grown man, acting all indecisive like a mother hen. If you want it, nod; if you don't, get lost!"

"I want it! I want it! I want it!"

Lee Lung nodded repeatedly like a chicken pecking at rice, terrified that he would miss out. Even if it were fake... how could it possibly be fake? He had seen President Li An'an nodding along.

Lee Lung felt as though his blood was about to burst out of his veins!

"It's plenty. It's enough! Enough!"

Lee Lung hurriedly spoke, afraid that if Mo Han shouted out another number, it would literally scare him to death.

One billion was enough to buy his company several times over.

And Mo Han only wanted a forty percent stake. Such a wonderful deal was literally like pie falling from the sky.

This really felt like a dream!

"Alright, send your company's corporate account to me, and I'll transfer it to you right now."

"Right now?"

Lee Lung froze again, stammering, "I... I haven't drafted an investment contract, and I didn't bring the company seal."

"Not necessary."

Mo Han said impatiently, "Are you going to run off with my money? What contract do you need? Just keep it in your own mind."

No one had ever dared to swindle him out of his money. Besides, what was this little bit of cash? Mo Han genuinely did not care.

Under his grand design, the wealth belonging to him and Li An'an in the future would simply become a massive string of numbers.

Feeling as though he were still inside a dream, Lee Lung recited his company account number to Mo Han, who transferred one billion directly via his cell phone.

When he received a call from the company's financial officer, hearing the excited, nervous, and almost frightened voice on the other end, Lee Lung finally understood—this truly was not a dream!

One billion!

God damn it, this was one billion! How many years would his factory have to slave away just to earn that kind of money?

Yet Mo Han hadn't even blinked an eye before declaring he would invest in him.

Furthermore, there was no need to sign a contract, and without even asking a single extra question, it was as if he were simply handing the money away as a gift.

Just how filthy rich was Mo Han?

Just how filthy rich was Little Pharma?!

"Mr. Mo..."

Lee Lung's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice still trembling. "From this day forward, Huishi and Little Pharma shall share life and death together. Wherever Little Pharma needs us, Huishi will brave fire and boiling water without the slightest hesitation!"

He was no fool; if Mo Han dared to hand him one billion just like that, he certainly wasn't afraid of Lee Lung taking the money and running.

Besides, he wouldn't run.

And he wouldn't dare run either!

He was going to lead Huishi to even greater heights and slap the Yang family right across the face!

Mo Han remained completely calm, waving a hand dismissively. "Alright, just do your job properly. Little Pharma won't treat you unfairly."

"Yes! Yes!"

Lee Lung had no idea how he had managed to walk out of Li An'an's office. He felt as though his legs were weak and floating, entirely unable to steady himself.

Inside his mind, Mo Han's nonchalant expression—saying the words "one billion" while casually rubbing his fingers—echoed endlessly.

Now *that*, god damn it, was what you called a truly wealthy person!