Han Zaijing's chopsticks stopped in mid-air, the more he pondered, the more his heart itched.
When he learned about this Shiyuan Liquid, he had already calculated in his mind that it could reduce their cost by at least half, and the profit in that was self-evident!
"Find a senior executive at HDS Group, give him some money, and have him get us the formula," Wen Xin said, her mouth full as she spoke unclearly while picking up a bite of food.
Simple, crude, and convenient!
"Hey, Xinxin, you can't do that, it's too unethical," Wen Zhiyan frowned, looking reproachfully at Wen Xin who was speaking without restraint.
"Mom, I was just saying... can't I even joke about it?"
Han Zaijing listened to the mother and daughter's conversation, his mind wandering, and he didn't speak again.
He was thinking if it was really possible to find a way to get the formula for Shiyuan Liquid and then produce it themselves?
