"You mean the Scar Removal Cream actually succeeded?"

Ye Chen didn't bother with small talk.

He got straight to the point.

Although he had visited the lab several times, each visit brought fresh ideas to Pang Jun, even as an outsider.

These ideas saved Pang Jun a lot of detours, accelerating the development process tremendously.

Yet hearing Pang Jun say the cream was ready still shocked Ye Chen.

The speed was beyond his expectations.

"I'm confident. I can feel it – it's done. All that's left is efficacy testing. If the results match our expectations, we can immediately proceed with mass production and sales!"

As he spoke, a crazed gleam appeared in Pang Jun's eyes.

He thought of the company that had thrown him out.

He thought of those who called him insane.

He burned with frustration, eager to prove them wrong and make them regret it.

A little over a month had passed.

He wondered how they would feel once the Scar Removal Cream hit the market.

But amidst the excitement, Pang Jun felt grateful.

Grateful that his former company had dismissed him. Grateful that no one else had taken him in.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have met Ye Chen – a wealthy boss who trusted him unconditionally.

More importantly, without Ye Chen's enlightening guidance, the cream might have remained theoretical for years.

At the very least, the challenge of reducing irritation would have stalled him. After all, who would have thought of using peach leaves, ginkgo fruits, mung beans, and goji berries?

No one would believe such a formula!

"Let me see!"

Ye Chen reached out.

Pang Jun immediately handed over the small bottle.

Ye Chen brought it to his nose and sniffed.

Yes, this was the exact scent from his past life – no different at all!

His body trembled.

No one knew better than Ye Chen what this cream meant.

In his previous life, a 50ml jar cost around 30 yuan to produce but sold for 999 yuan!

Of course, prices back then were much higher.

Now, in this life, the cost of a 50ml jar could be as low as ten yuan, and selling it for 399 yuan wouldn't be an issue.

Even after expenses, the profit would still exceed 300 yuan.

As for whether the market would accept this price – Ye Chen wasn't worried.

The marketing strategy was simple – full refund if ineffective!

It was risky but feasible because the cream delivered results.

"Mr. Ye, trust me. After this final adjustment, the cream will be flawless! You should start applying for patents now. Don't worry about the formula leaking – even though there are seven of us in the lab, no one knows the full formula except me."

While Ye Chen was lost in thought, Pang Jun reassured him.

"I trust you. I know you understand what this formula means. We can't afford any leaks. If we keep this to ourselves, we'll dominate the scar treatment market for decades. It won't be us monopolizing the market – the market will beg us to!" Ye Chen replied.

"Don't worry, I understand! Without you, there would be no Pang Jun or this cream. I swear on my life – if the formula leaks from me or if I betray you, I won't die a good death!" Pang Jun declared firmly.

"Stop. No need for that. I believe you." Ye Chen chuckled.

In his previous life, Pang Jun's loyalty endured countless temptations.

"Let's head out."

"Give me a moment to divide the cream for testing. Meanwhile, you should get the necessary approvals and production permits."

"Got it. By the way, I think 'Scar Removal Cream' doesn't sound as good as 'Flawless Cream.' Let's rename it."

"Flawless Cream... Yeah, that sounds premium!"

As they left the lab, Ye Chen noticed fresh scars on Pang Jun's arms.

"What happened to your arm?"

"Oh, I tested it on myself first. I wouldn't let anyone else try it until I was sure it worked."

Ye Chen's eye twitched.

But he remembered Pang Jun's past self-experiments, even risking disfigurement to test new cosmetics.

Ye Chen returned to his office.

When he told Chen Yinuo about the cream's success, she felt both excitement and pressure.

Without the cream, running Lezi Company was manageable.

With the cream, Lezi would undoubtedly face the spotlight.

Ye Chen comforted her.

In the following days, Ye Chen hustled between government departments, even calling Secretary Zhang Weimin to expedite approvals.

He wished for 48 hours in a day.

Meanwhile, Zhang Jingshan and Li Changfeng aggressively bought wines Ye Chen had eyed, investing millions.

Unaware of their actions, Ye Chen focused solely on the cream.

On the ninth day after signing the wine contract, Ye Chen returned home at sunset, exhausted.

A call from an unfamiliar number came in.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Ye, remember me? He Zhijun!"

A cheerful voice echoed from the other end.

He Zhijun?

Wasn't he the former general manager of Wuji Group?

"Uh... Mr. He, can I help you?" Ye Chen was surprised.

He thought their connection ended after he took two hundred million from Wuji Group.

Yet here He Zhijun was, calling him directly.