Overnight Riches! My Factory Spans Past and Present – Chapter 26

Ch 26: Is Your Mouth Made of Glass Shards?

Unstable quality isn’t exactly a terrifying side effect—it’s still better than having no medicine and waiting to die, right?

Just raiding a few pharmacies definitely wouldn’t be enough, but getting this opportunity now is pretty lucky for her.

“That’s a big batch of medicine. You want it all?” The clerk didn’t agree right away, too shocked to respond immediately.

Chen Jinyue, flush with cash, said boldly, “My budget’s plenty. I’ve got to get everything ready for him!”

The clerk gave her a thumbs-up.

The pharmacy staff earned commissions on sales.

The young girl, fresh out of school and interning, had some connections in the industry and enough guts to hesitate only briefly before agreeing.

…

The shipment was indeed substantial. Chen Jinyue could only take a small portion with her, so she left a warehouse address and told the clerk to deliver the rest later.

She pushed a cart loaded with alcohol, topped with medicine boxes stacked higher than herself, struggling toward the warehouse.

“Beep beep—”

A sudden car horn blared, startling Chen Jinyue so much she nearly lost control of the cart.

She turned around angrily, just as a sedan pulled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing a familiar, untamed, handsome face.

“Miss Chen, still busy this late at night?”

It was Zhou Yichuan.

Chen Jinyue stopped, glaring at him irritably. “What’s with honking the horn this late?”

This street was already quiet, and at this hour, it was practically deserted.

Her entire scavenging process had been rushed and guilt-ridden, so the horn’s blast left her rattled…

Zhou Yichuan chuckled lightly, parked the car, got out, and casually took over her cart.

“Where to? I’ll help you.”

“…”

The man was tall and long-legged, standing beside Chen Jinyue and towering a full head above her. At 165 cm, she suddenly seemed quite petite next to him.

He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up casually, exposing toned forearms with perfect muscle lines.

Chen Jinyue stared at his hands gripping the cart—long, elegant fingers.

Hard to imagine those hands could hit so hard.

She still remembered how he’d fought that night—each punch swift and sharp, cutting through the air cleanly.

“I asked where you’re taking this,” his lazy voice snapped her back to reality. “What’re you spacing out for? Did the scare send your soul flying, leaving you mute?”

Chen Jinyue couldn’t believe it. “Is your mouth made of glass shards? Does it hurt if you don’t cut someone with it?”

Zhou Yichuan raised an eyebrow slightly but didn’t bother arguing.

He just looked at her, waiting.

Chen Jinyue snapped out of it, taking the cart back. “No need to trouble you, President Zhou. It’s just up ahead.”

Hearing this, Zhou Yichuan didn’t press further.

But after letting go, he didn’t leave either. He strolled alongside her leisurely, watching her push the cart in a wobbly S-shape.

His gaze landed on the medicines stacked at the top, and his eyes flickered slightly.

“This manufacturer’s drugs failed quality checks. All channels are pulling them back. Why’d you buy so much?”

“Clinics are using them, and no one’s noticed any issues.”

Chen Jinyue replied offhandedly.

Zhou Yichuan slowly pieced it together. “So, you’re stockpiling them for use? Not betting on inside info about the recall and a big payout to make a quick buck?”

Chen Jinyue froze, turning to him in surprise. “A recall with a big payout?”

No wonder the clerk said their manager was freaking out, refusing to sell and demanding a return.

So that’s why?

And it seemed the clerk had no clue.

If she’d known, she might not have sold it to her…

Zhou Yichuan nodded. “Yeah, quality issues. Word should spread soon. You can still return it tomorrow.”

“Didn’t you say no one’s had problems using it?”

“There’s been one case on the market. For credibility and safety, recalling it is the best move.”

“…”

Chen Jinyue paused for a few seconds before suddenly asking, “How do you know all this?”

Zhou Yichuan shrugged. “Because that unlucky pharma company belongs to my second brother.”

Chen Jinyue: “???”

By the time they finished talking, they’d reached the warehouse entrance.

Just then, the clerk arrived on a small tricycle with the rest of the shipment.

Chen Jinyue didn’t let her inside the warehouse, just had her unload the goods onto the carts at the door, thanked her, and sent her off.

Zhou Yichuan watched her with three fully loaded carts, his eyes narrowing slightly. His gaze carried a silent scrutiny…

Chen Jinyue felt a twinge of unease, like he could see right through her, but then she thought—her actions didn’t harm his interests. So she brushed it off, saying casually,

“Wait here for me. I’ll put this stuff in the warehouse first.”

“Need help?”

“No, no, just wait outside.”

“…”

Zhou Yichuan saw her guarding against him like he was a thief, terrified he’d follow her in. He chuckled, stood up, and crossed the street to light a cigarette.

Chen Jinyue breathed a sigh of relief, lifting the half-closed shutter just enough to slip inside.

She made several trips, pushing all the carts in.

Jiang Qi’an was waiting anxiously. Without a clear answer from Chen Jinyue, he had no confidence.

He wasn’t sure if she could bring back wound medicine—or how much.

Then he saw the carts piled high, and his eyes lit up.

“Miss Chen! These, these are all…”

“Yes.”

Chen Jinyue pulled the shutter down, then turned to him. “These medicines might differ from what you’re used to. You have to follow the instructions exactly—no improvising!”

Jiang Qi’an nodded, but then he noticed the writing on the paper—it felt both familiar and strange.

Familiar because he recognized some of it.

Strange because most of it looked like crippled characters, missing arms and legs.

He looked up at Chen Jinyue with puzzled eyes.

Chen Jinyue: “…”

Understanding his confusion, she started explaining each item one by one.

“This is for cleaning wounds. It’s better than the strong liquor you wanted, but it’s only for washing wounds—you can’t drink it, got it?”

“This is for acute pain or fever—one pill at a time, three times a day, with at least three hours between doses.”

“This is for inflammation—what you call wound rot, swelling, or pus…”

With someone waiting outside, Chen Jinyue kept it short and to the point.

After explaining several types, she noticed he was just standing there.

Motionless.

She paused for a few seconds. “Aren’t you going to take notes?”

“Oh, you don’t have anything. I’ll find some.” Chen Jinyue started searching the warehouse for paper and a pen.

The warehouse needed records for incoming goods, so those were around.

But Jiang Qi’an was more urgent. “No need for paper or pen. Keep going—I’ll remember.”

Chen Jinyue: “???”

Her skeptical look must’ve been too obvious, because Jiang Qi’an quietly recited the uses, methods, and dosages of the first few medicines word-for-word, rapid-fire.

Chen Jinyue: “…”

So not just anyone could be an imperial prince, huh?

Even a disfavored, down-on-his-luck prince was this impressive!

If he could memorize it, all the better. She didn’t waste another word, running through all the relevant medicines.

Thankfully, the most urgent drugs from the pharmacy warehouse came in full boxes—easy to remember and distinguish.

After finishing, Chen Jinyue suddenly asked, “Are your casualties heavy? Is this enough?”

Jiang Qi’an’s eyes brightened as he explained, “The barbarians have taken three of our cities. We need to reclaim them one by one. Today’s battle was just the start! If you can help me get more wound medicine, Miss Chen, that’d be even better!”

“I keep my word. Name your price and terms—anything I can do, anything the border has, I won’t refuse!”

“…”