Chapter 35 - Ye Fan's Mother

It was after eleven when Ye Fan returned to the office.

“Lu Xiaoman, nobody came looking for me, did they?” As he entered the office, Ye Fan asked with a grin on his face.

Lu Xiaoman paused her review of the resources and said, “He Jiaqiang did come over, but he didn’t notice you were out of the company.”

“Mm, thank you, Lu Xiaoman,” said Ye Fan with a smile, then he teased Lu Xiaoman a few words, turning her pretty face beet red with embarrassment, prompting her to pout and ignore him.

Ye Fan sat down at his desk, plugged the USB flash drive into the computer, and opened the “Biomedical New Project Planning.” He meticulously read through the content.

The plan was exceptionally well-prepared.

It was detailed and factual, and the various survey data and argumentative analysis made Ye Fan feel that the project had a high chance of success if carried out according to the plan.

At the same time, Ye Fan finally learned that the new project wasn’t just about acquiring a single patent but rather a set of collective patents from Hua Hai University Biomedical Research Institute, totaling thirty-four sub-patents.

“Bleomycin intermediate” production patent, “Amorolfin intermediate” production patent, “1,7-dihydro-D-sorbitol” synthesis patent, “Dimethylketone-S-allylglucose” synthesis patent, “N-octyl-β-D-thiopyranoside” synthesis patent…

and so on, these professional terms made his head spin as if he was trying to read an arcane text.

After staring at it for a while, he finally understood that this suite of biomedical patents was for producing a lung cancer medication called “Ji Fei Qing Hua Tablets.”

“Lung cancer medication?

Seems promising.

Not to mention globally, there are already so many lung cancer patients in Hua Hai alone.

Smoking, industrial air pollution, dust and smog, these all contribute to lung cancer,” pondered Ye Fan.

It took him half an hour to finish reading through the forty-thousand-word project plan.

After closing the document “Biomedical New Project Planning,” Ye Fan pondered for a while and felt that although biomedical projects were risky, Li Zhaojun’s project plan had significantly reduced that risk, and the project’s success seemed very likely.

However, he was aware of his limitations and knew that risks couldn’t be judged by intuition alone.

“He who holds the gold makes no headway in a hall that may collapse.

Ancient wise kings always ruled effortlessly by remaining in the background.

It’s better to leave the professional matters to the professionals.

I can’t be bothered to think that much!” With this thought, he shook off the worries about the project risks from his head.

“What are you thinking about?

You’re so absorbed.

It’s lunchtime,” Lu Xiaoman approached and said with a smile.

As she drew closer, a faint fragrance wafted over, prompting Ye Fan to sniff in appreciation and chuckle, “That smells great!”

“What nonsense!” Lu Xiaoman’s face turned a cute shade of red as she sputtered, “I’m going to have lunch, join me if you want!”

She finished speaking, turned her graceful and slender body, and walked towards the office door with a swaying figure full of allure.

Ye Fan laughed heartily, stood up, and followed Lu Xiaoman.

They walked side by side to the company cafeteria.

Arriving early this time, Ye Fan and Lu Xiaoman got their food and found a wall-side table, a convenient spot for eating and chatting.

About halfway through their meal, he noticed the bustling cafeteria suddenly quiet down.

Lifting his head to glance at the entrance, he saw Li Zhaojun making her way in with a commanding presence. seaʀᴄh thё Novelƒire(.)ne*t website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

As Li Zhaojun entered the cafeteria, her mind inexplicably flashed back to the scene from the previous noon when she saw Ye Fan eating with a young and pretty girl.

She couldn’t help but let her gaze sweep across the cafeteria, and sure enough, she spotted Ye Fan and that beautiful girl sitting across from each other at a table by the wall.

“Hmph!” A barely audible snort came from her nostrils, and she quickly averted her gaze, staring straight ahead as she walked forward without pause.

In the afternoon, taking advantage of a lull, Ye Fan left the office and walked to the safety staircase at the end of the hallway to make a phone call.

The phone was answered after two rings.

“Giggle, my good son, missing your mom?” A cheerful and pleasing female voice came through the phone.

Black lines appeared on the back of Ye Fan’s head.

How old was he?

He was already married!

Why was his mom still talking to him like he was a little boy?

The voice on the other end didn’t care for his thoughts, rattling off questions like a machine gun: “Are you settling in well in Hua Hai?

Any issues adjusting?

How are things between you and Zhao Jun?

When will you give your mother a grandchild to hold?

Are you getting used to working at Zhao Jun’s company?…”

“Stop, stop, stop!” Ye Fan had to interrupt loudly.

“You’ve asked so many questions at once, how can I answer them all?

I’m doing well in Hua Hai, and things are okay with her.”

“That’s good,” said Ye Fan’s mother.

“If you’re not comfortable living in Hua Hai, you can come back to the Forty-Nine City and stay with your mom.”

“Thanks, Mom, but I’m no longer a child,” said Ye Fan.

Fearing his mother would start nagging again, he hurriedly added, “Mom, I’m calling you about something.”

“What is it?

Just say it, I’ll definitely help you,” his mother said dotingly.

It’s no wonder she was so doting; after all, she had miscarried her first child and then struggled for four years before finally conceiving Ye Fan, treating him as the apple of her eye.

It was also for this reason that Ye Fan’s father and grandfather were worried he would be spoiled, so they sent him to the military early on.

While others were still in university, Ye Fan had already spent years in the military amidst gunfire and shrapnel and had led the Hua Hai Dragon Group to make sweeping accomplishments across Africa and the Middle East.

“Mom, do you happen to manage a risk investment company called Hua Chang Investment Fund under your command?

There should be a professional project evaluation team in there, right?” Ye Fan asked.

“Right,” responded Ye Fan’s mother.

“I have a project planning in my hands, and I’m hoping you can help me assess its risk,” Ye Fan said.

“Sure, a small matter,” his mother answered promptly.

“But the assessment process will take some time, and I won’t be able to give you an immediate answer, so don’t be too anxious.”

“I understand,” replied Ye Fan.

“Then send the project planning document over by E-mail now; I’m right at the computer,” his mother said.

“Alright.

Goodbye, Mom.”

After hanging up, Ye Fan went back to the office and sent the “Biomedical New Project Planning” over.

Not long after, his phone rang; it was his mom’s call.

“Son, is this project related to your wife’s company?” his mother inquired.

Because he was in the office, Ye Fan spoke softly, “Yes, but you don’t need to worry about that, just assess it objectively.”

“Okay, don’t worry.

With such a huge investment involved, your mother knows the stakes,” his mother assured.