CHAPTER 145: CHAPTER 145: MR. NALAN HAS THIS MEDICATION

Qin Xin didn’t answer his question, but seriously typed two words: "Thank you."

It wasn’t just to thank him for his concern, but also to thank him for being able to react so quickly within such a short time and investigate the transaction account.

Within five minutes, he found out about a hidden financial transaction, something that ordinary people wouldn’t be able to accomplish.

On the other end of the phone, Ao Xinghao held the phone with the words "thank you" on it, amused for a long time, finding it more attractive the longer he looked at it.

But turning around to see the empty seat behind him, he felt a bit worried again.

Little Qingxin was in such a hurry to find medicine just now, would she miss class today? It would be troublesome if Gou Dachun caught her ditching class and deducted points.

As soon as the class bell rang, Gou Dachun’s eyes specifically swept over this way, and he immediately took the initiative: "Lan Qingxin’s stomach hurts, so she went to the bathroom, thank you!"

Gou Dachun was about to instruct the class representative to write down the list of students skipping class, but the words were forcibly swallowed back.

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Qin Xin tapped on Hong Jingtian’s avatar: "The latest batch of CE75 injections, find out where there are any."

Hong Jingtian replied instantly: "QUEEN, do you want it? I can reserve it for you, the next batch comes out on the 7th of next month."

"7th of next month," this familiar date once came out of a man’s mouth, involuntarily making Qin Xin’s heart skip a beat.

She calmed her heart: "It’s too late. I need it now."

Hong Jingtian was worried: "QUEEN, you forgot, you monopolized the last batch of CE75 injections, the market surely doesn’t have any now."

Qin Xin pondered: "Give me the contact information of the person in charge of the manufacturer."

Hong Jingtian was even more worried: "Ahem, that pharmaceutical company was acquired by the Nalan Group, by person in charge... do you mean Mr. Nalan?"

Qin Xin, who had just managed to steady her heart, slightly wavered again: "What did you say?"

Hong Jingtian: "That limp boss, Mr. Nalan. He truly is a business genius. He seized the scarcity of the CE75 market, forbidding the manufacturer from private contacts outside, instead requiring buyers to pay a deposit in advance and selling them through auction on the 7th of each month, with the final decision made by his board office..."

Qin Xin: "..."

This capitalist, ruthless enough.

Hong Jingtian: "Mr. Nalan is very low-key and aloof, very hard to contact, but I’ll try, QUEEN, this task you gave me is too difficult, if I don’t manage to complete it, please don’t abandon your little cutie me..."

Qin Xin: "..."

Hard to contact?

The first time she went to see him, she did meet him.

But the first meeting was to break off the engagement.

The second meeting was to beg for medicine.

Isn’t this pace a bit off?

Qin Xin rubbed her brow: "Forget it. I will handle this matter personally."

She closed her phone and was about to continue walking.

Suddenly, a commotion came from behind the billboard on the roadside.

"Ugly thing, who told you to roll your eyes at me? Looking for a beating?"

"Ugly people shouldn’t come out and embarrass themselves!"

"Another ugly weirdo from class 2, is class 2 specialized in producing useless people like you?"

Qin Xin paused her steps.

Behind the billboard, four or five boys were jeering at a slender boy.

The boy was wearing a gray hoodie, his face partially shrunk in the hood. His original face could be considered handsome, but it seemed like half of his face was uncontrollably twitching, causing his arm and shoulder to twitch, too. He seemed unable to control his expressions and movements.

So it was hard for him to fight back against the provocations of the four or five boys.

This scene was somewhat reminiscent of how Lan Qingxin used to be marginalized by others.