Chapter Eighty One : Sixth Uncle's Trust, Nephew's Panic
To be fair, Yu Shufei's proposal sounded quite attractive—it could increase pill production without risking the exposure of the Fang family's pill formulas.
Fang Ting wore a contemplative expression, but in truth, he was waiting to hear Fang Luo's inner thoughts. After all, he didn't know much about Wanbao Pavilion and couldn't tell whether the three pills in question were truly suitable for this kind of outsourcing.
Back when they'd attended the previous Wanbao Pavilion auction together, Fang Luo had seen the characters on the building's signboard and casually remarked:
"So it was that old geezer's handwriting. No wonder it felt familiar."
Which meant that in his past life, Fang Luo had had a decent relationship with the upper echelon of Wanbao Pavilion.
Plus, the three pill formulas had all come from Fang Luo. His opinion carried significant weight.