Whoever goes against money will be beaten to death.

Fixed mindsets can really screw people over.

What do you really think billionaires are?

Let’s be blunt.

In the streets, haggling over a few cents at the market—no sane person would lose their temper over that.

But in business negotiations? Even though everyone at the table is a billionaire, the stakes they’re arguing over start at hundreds of millions per year.

You think they won’t get heated?

Forget just shouting matches or fistfights.

Just look up how many of the world’s wealthy die from homicides, "accidents," or suicides every year—the numbers speak for themselves.

With Xu Qing leading the charge,

the other collaborating bosses also started pointing fingers across the oval table, hurling profanities.

They had to put on a show, after all.

This was live-streamed—might as well give the audience some drama.

And that so-called "Star Element"? Even if it’s as good as X-Liquid, how much profit do you really think they’d let you take?

Dream on.

Sticking with Young Master Cao was way less hassle. Sure, the domestic market didn’t offer huge gains, but overseas? Cao Cheng had given them a generous cut.

Especially since they could quietly offload some to scalpers on the side, padding their pockets nicely.

For a while,

the meeting descended into chaos.

Even the journalists were stunned.

They’d seen it all, but this was their first time witnessing a business negotiation devolve into a no-holds-barred shouting match.

Only Cao Cheng and Cohen on the opposing side remained seated,

cool as cucumbers, like they were watching a show.

Everyone else was on their feet, cursing out the other side’s ancestors in their native tongues.

...

In the live stream’s chat:

"Never thought I’d see the day."

"Holy shit, this is wild."

"Now THIS is how business negotiations should be. All those prim and proper boardroom scenes in movies? Total BS."

"Right? Last time I went out drinking with my boss to discuss a deal, we almost threw hands in the private room."

"Seriously?"

"Dead serious. My boss’s secretary was gorgeous, and the other guy got drunk and tried to get her to ‘keep him company.’ But she was my boss’s girl, so…"

"Damn, bro, spill the tea!"

"Spill it +1~~~"

"Where’s the ‘cold, domineering CEO’ trope? This is just thugs in suits. Even Cao Cheng’s embarrassing himself—no decorum at all, making a scene in front of foreign guests."

"Since when are foreign guests your daddy?"

"..."

...

The two sides kept at it for ages.

Some were so worked up, their voices gave out.

No one stepped in to mediate.

Only when the collective rage had burned itself out did things finally quiet down.

Then came the eerie silence after the storm—

so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Cao Cheng and Cohen locked eyes for a few seconds.

Finally, Cao Cheng smirked and said in English, "Well, don’t say I didn’t give you a chance. We believe in harmony for prosperity. Just give me satisfactory compensation, and we’ll call it even."

Cohen’s face darkened. "Not happening."

Cao Cheng raised a brow. "In that case, the door’s that way. Don’t let it hit you on the way out."

"You’ll pay for this," Cohen spat, rising to leave.

"I’ll be waiting."

Cohen stormed off, his team trailing behind.

Cao Cheng glanced at his system’s emotional feedback metrics

and grinned.

Every single one had spiked—not just from the people here, but from all over the world.

Especially overseas.

Probably Cohen’s backers.

This whole spectacle of summoning them just to curse them out? Yeah, he’d really pissed them off.

You thought Cao Cheng was discussing cooperation with you, but in reality, he had no such intention.

It’s no wonder these people were furious.

Nor is it surprising they couldn’t quite grasp Young Master Cao’s motives.

The main thing is, Cao Cheng wasn’t in it for the money—his top priority was always emotional value.

So,

Cao Cheng wasn’t afraid of things escalating, even if everyone suffered losses.

In fact, he’d be thrilled if the cosmetics market went up in flames.

Not to mention, it wouldn’t even collapse.

Firmly dominating the high-end market, perpetually in short supply—who could possibly threaten Miracle Cosmetics’ position?

No one.

At most, his business partners might have a rough time ahead.

After all, they were all playing in the low-end market.

But,

Cao Cheng had no problem cutting them a bigger slice of the pie, letting them go out and fight even harder in the broader market.

Where there’s reward, there’s courage.

Anyone who stood in the way of profit would be crushed.

……

“Perfect timing, with news outlets from all over gathered here.”

“Let me take this opportunity to announce something—the main reason I invited all you journalists today.”

Cao Cheng smiled at the press. “Miracle Biopharmaceuticals has been in existence for over four hundred years.”

“What?”

The crowd was stunned.

Even Xu Qing was taken aback.

The live chat exploded with question marks: ???

What do you mean, four hundred years?

Do companies like that even exist in the modern era?

That’s older than the founding of the U.S.!

Cao Cheng continued unfazed. “The predecessor of Miracle Biopharmaceuticals was Chenjitang, established in the 27th year of the Wanli era during the Ming Dynasty—making it 413 years old today.”

“Of course, there were some turbulent periods along the way, but it ultimately survived and was fully acquired by me.”

“We’ve inherited countless ancient prescriptions from this centuries-old institution, though many of them are incomplete due to the passage of time and occasional mishaps during their preservation.”

“The good news is… after more than three years of relentless research—”

“A team of a hundred senior experts, working day and night, has finally developed several highly effective formulas.”

“For certain types of cancer and chronic diseases, the results are remarkably significant. Clinical trials have been completed, and the relevant authorities have verified and approved them.”

“These medicines will be released soon.”

“However…”

“As a 400-year-old institution, we must uphold certain traditions—like the principle that ‘doctors don’t solicit patients.’”

“What kind of medicine peddler goes around promoting their wares? That’s just bad form, almost like a curse.”

“So… Miracle Biopharmaceuticals will never engage in advertising or promotions. I’m just mentioning this here for those who might be interested. For details, keep an eye on our official website.”

As soon as he finished speaking,

the journalists seemed to snap out of the shadow of the earlier verbal brawl.

A few sharp reporters recognized the Q&A opportunity and jumped at it.

“Mr. Cao, I’m with Capital TV. Are you saying cancer has been cured? Completely eradicated?”

Cao Cheng nodded. “Yes, cured—root and branch.”

The room erupted.

But some foreign journalists in the audience remained skeptical, convinced this guy was blowing smoke.

The live chat was in chaos.

Tonight, people weren’t just witnessing something unheard of—they were getting news explosive enough to shatter expectations.

Cancer… cured?

Actually,

Every year, there are all kinds of marketing accounts hyping things up.

They can’t even produce a proper weight-loss drug, and now they’re talking about curing cancer?

What are they thinking?

Even those targeted cancer drugs only extend patients' survival, improve their quality of life, and act as maintenance.

Who dares to claim they can cure cancer now?

Even if it’s detected early, there’s still a significant risk.

But…

Cao Cheng still has credibility, and given the seriousness of the occasion, his announcement carries weight.

This makes it hard not to believe him.

Unless Cao Cheng is willing to ruin his reputation, why would he dare to make such bold claims in this setting?

From a logical standpoint, it seems impossible.

So,

if Cao Cheng isn’t lying, it can only mean one thing—there really is a way to treat cancer.

A reporter asked, “Which cancers and chronic diseases can be cured?”

“First, lung cancer!”

Cao Cheng then listed several cases.

The first was lung cancer—the deadliest cancer globally.

Every year, nearly 10 million people die from various cancers worldwide, with 20% of those deaths attributed to lung cancer.

The second was breast cancer.

The third was colon cancer.

The top three deadliest cancers—all curable.

Together, these three cancers claim nearly 5 million lives annually, accounting for almost half of all cancer deaths.

So,

when Cao Cheng announced the cure for these three cancers, anyone in the audience with even basic medical knowledge was stunned.

When reporters asked if a full recovery was possible—even in late-stage cases—

Cao Cheng’s answer was definitive: Yes, it can be cured, even at an advanced stage, as long as patients take the medication as prescribed.

The live chat erupted with comments like “Unbelievable!” “This is huge!” “No way!”

Only a handful remained skeptical, but the majority believed it—mainly because they trusted Cao Cheng himself.

……

……

The Q&A session completely derailed.

Earlier, many had planned to ask about cosmetics, but now, no one cared about that anymore.

Sure, cosmetics are profitable, but for most ordinary people, they’re hardly a necessity.

Or, to put it bluntly, skipping them won’t kill you.

But targeted drugs? That’s a different story.

Unfortunately, Cao Cheng didn’t elaborate much. After briefly addressing some questions, he wrapped up the press conference, sending everyone home.

However,

the aftermath was massive.

Once the livestream ended, news about Miracle Cosmetics and Miracle Pharmaceuticals instantly topped trending lists across all platforms.

It seemed like, overnight, the entire world was talking about it.

People who knew and those who didn’t—everyone had heard.

The same frenzy spread overseas.

For example, in the Eastern Time Zone, it was just past 7 AM—the start of the workday.

A single piece of news had captured global attention.

Here’s the thing:

If some no-name company made such claims, no one would believe them unless they produced the actual product, tested it over time, and proved a cure rate of over 90% to gain worldwide recognition.

But Cao Cheng is different. His reputation already spans internationally. Every word he says is dissected and analyzed.

……

The most emotional were likely the cancer patients themselves.

The sudden hope of a lifeline left them breathless, followed by an overwhelming fear of disappointment.

They wanted the news to be true.

But they were terrified it wasn’t.

In reality, news like this isn’t uncommon. Ever since falling ill, they’ve become hyper-aware of every scrap of hearsay—whether it’s about obscure traditional healers or dubious folk remedies. Almost everyone has tried them all.

Even ants cling to life, let alone humans.

All they want is to survive.

So,

many have already cycled through hope, anticipation, disappointment, and despair.

When this news first broke, most patients didn’t believe it. They’d been burned too many times; fake claims were everywhere.

But soon,

many were overcome with euphoria.

Because this wasn’t just gossip, nor was it some tabloid or obscure media outlet.

It came from the richest man in the country.

"Hahaha… I’ve got a shot at living…"

"Fellow sufferer?"

"You too?"

"Hahaha, from now on, I’m setting up a shrine at home and burning incense for Chairman Cao every damn day."

"Hold on, let’s see the price first. He’s a businessman, after all."

"Damn it, even if there’s a cure, who here can afford it? Just look at his cosmetics—the real deal costs a fortune. A million per gift set? Which of us could ever swing that?"

"…"