"Yicheng, are we not doing the medicinal herbs business anymore?" Ling Dong looked at the stack of documents in his hand, his face full of confusion.
He could understand doing the Chili Sauce Factory before, as Yicheng wanted to help his future sister-in-law's family.
But this stack of documents in front of him was about setting up factories and starting companies, which was different from the Chili Sauce Factory.
"The medicinal herbs business was just small-scale, we're doing this now." Pei Yicheng had been recuperating these days, but he hadn't been idle; he wanted to make money, a lot of money.
The medicinal herbs business he had done before had accumulated a lot of capital for him, but it was still far from enough.
"Yicheng, this formula, isn't it the one you used to apply on... Xu's sister's hands?" Ling Dong had a good memory, not photographic, but he remembered clearly what he handled.
"Yes."