"Formula? What is that?" Pei Xiyu asked, confused.
"You don't need to worry about its specific use; it's a monopolistic technology. You just need to help me find its formula."
Listening to Han Zaijing's words, Pei Xiyu suddenly exclaimed, "Monopolistic technology? Uncle, that thing must be kept very securely!"
It sounded like something highly confidential. How could she, a mere janitor, possibly get her hands on it?
This was just too much to ask!
"What? You don't want to help?" Han Zaijing said, clearly dissatisfied.
"Uncle, that's not what I mean!" Pei Xiyu hesitated, biting her lip, not wanting to offend Han Zaijing, yet she had to face reality: "I just can't get close to that thing!"
"It's quite simple, really. Get close to Wei Qing, who's in charge of this project. Perhaps you can obtain information about the Shiyuan Liquid."
"Get close to Mr. Wei Qing?" Pei Xiyu still felt incredulous, unable to come to terms with it.
