Their Weight-Loss Drugs Are Defective Products

The people most pleased with this banquet were some leaders from Jiang City.

Fifty billion was no small sum—they could do a lot for Jiangbei with it.

Watching Xu Mu, Xu Shou, Feng Jian, and Feng Kang—the four of them—sign one after another, they knew there was no backing out of that money now.

After the banquet ended, Xu Shou and Xu Mu left amid the murmurs of the crowd.

Though they called it murmurs, it was more like sneers and sarcasm.

Xu Shou kept a smile the whole time. He really had underestimated his son.

This deliberate bet—maybe it was his way of getting revenge.

The Xu and Feng families’ businesses overlapped almost entirely, so back in Yang City, the competition between them had been fierce.

In the end, because something happened to the Ye family, the Xu family lost that rivalry.

Father and son sat together in the back of the Rolls-Royce. Suddenly, Xu Shou looked at Xu Mu. “You… you’re a bit like your mother.”

Xu Mu was surprised. “In what way?”

“Personality—this knack for tricking people.”

Xu Shou smiled and glanced out the window, his gaze growing steady. “I’ll tell you a secret—your mother probably isn’t dead.”

Hearing this, Xu Mu’s pupils contracted sharply. So the world really had changed, after all.

“Then why did you say she was dead?”

“To the worthless me I once was, she might as well have been dead. But to the me I am now… maybe she’s still alive.”

Xu Shou leaned back in his seat, pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and cracked the window a sliver.

“And she…?”

“Don’t ask. I’ll tell you later.” Xu Shou took a few deep puffs and flicked the ash out the window.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Xu family’s weight-loss drug ads were only being run in Jiangbei.

But the weight-loss drug in Lin Yang’s hands had already launched nationwide.

Feng Kang had originally planned to invest three billion, but seeing how wildly popular Fengwei Food’s weight-loss drug was, he added another two billion.

Fengwei Food’s weight-loss drug was now setting up factories in every province across the country to ramp up production.

Feng Yue sat in her bar, scrolling through the news from recent days.

She let out a bitter sigh. One wrong move, and the whole game was lost.

If she hadn’t partnered with Lin Yang back then, maybe she’d be the one in the spotlight now.

Ever since Xu Mu had told her point-blank not to bother him anymore, she hadn’t sought him out again.

She hated wasting time on people with no sense.

She’d even warned him—the Xu family should go public first; maybe that could’ve helped.

Now, running ads in Jiangbei? They’d long since missed the boat.

Meanwhile…

Li Feipeng was grinning from ear to ear. He’d never dreamed he’d live to see a day like this.

Back then, their factory had nearly gone under and only survived by cheating on taxes.

Now, though, they’d struck it rich overnight. Every day, watching the money pour in, he felt giddy, light as air.

At this rate, in less than a year, his Fengwei Food would overtake the Xu Group and become the top dog in Jiang City.

Lin Yang was in a good mood. He sensed the time was ripe to make his move against the Su Family.

When that day came, Su Yaya—desperate and out of options—would have no choice but to beg him.

The thought of his “white moonlight” soon falling into his grasp made Lin Yang stir with anticipation.

“Mr. Lin! Something’s wrong!”

Li Feipeng, clutching some urgent documents, rushed into the villa where Lin Yang was staying.

This villa had been a gift from Li Feipeng just a few days earlier.

Lin Yang was his benefactor, so he certainly couldn't be stingy.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Yang turned to Li Feipeng. "I was just about to find you—need you to help me take on the Su Family."

"Our weight-loss pills have been reported by several people. They’re saying the pills don’t work at all, that it’s a total scam."

Li Feipeng handed the documents to Lin Yang.

Lin Yang didn’t even glance at them, just waved a hand. "Get PR on it. Say those people stopped taking the pills, then started eating and drinking like crazy, so they gained the weight back. That’s normal."

"No, some of them didn’t stop. They’ve been taking the pills the whole time." Li Feipeng said, a hint of urgency in his voice.

"What?"

Lin Yang’s expression darkened instantly.

He snatched the documents and scanned them, then spoke up at once. "Lucky the numbers are small—only a few hundred people. Buy them off. Give each of them tens of thousands to keep their mouths shut."

"Got it, I’ll handle it right away."

Li Feipeng turned and hurried out of the villa.

……

Xu Mu hadn’t done any lucky draws in the past three days. He’d saved up over two thousand points now and planned to draw three times in a row.

He was hoping for a heaven-tier technique and a god-tier ability, just like he’d gotten from the two previous ten-consecutive draws.

At noon, Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue had just finished lunch and were about to head back together when Xu Mu received a message from Xu Shou, asking him to come over.

"Wanyue, you go back first. I need to run upstairs for a bit." Xu Mu smiled at her.

"Alright, Mr. Xu." Meng Wanyue nodded. She didn’t know why, but someone who’d always loved staying cooped up at home now suddenly looked forward to going to work.

Deep down, though, she knew the truth—she just wanted to see Xu Mu.

Xu Mu arrived at the chairman’s office. Inside, Xu Ningbing, dressed in a sharp office uniform, was standing in front of Xu Shou’s desk.

"Why are you always here whenever I come?" Xu Mu glanced at her and asked.

"Because Dad always calls me first. My office is closer to this floor." Xu Ningbing gave Xu Mu a cool sidelong glance.

"Haha! The reason I called you two here today is to say—we’re counterattacking." Xu Shou leaned back in his executive chair and smiled at Xu Mu. "You know what? You missed a crucial point."

"What’s that?" Xu Mu frowned slightly.

"The power of capital. Even if the drug doesn’t work, they can still use money to hush things up." Xu Shou folded his hands in front of him. "So as soon as their drug hit the market, I spent a fortune to bribe over a dozen overweight people to take Lin Yang’s weight-loss pills."

Xu Mu caught on immediately and let out a laugh. "Wow, old hands really do have tricks up their sleeves."

"Now, most of those dozen have started gaining weight back—the pills didn’t work at all." Xu Shou grinned. "They’ll cooperate with us unconditionally. We’re going to blow this story wide open."

"Got it! I’ll contact TV reporters right away." Xu Ningbing nodded firmly.

"I happen to know a female social media influencer. I’ll ask her to cover it too. News spreads faster online these days." Xu Mu recalled—he’d once been a big spender in her livestream, dropping millions on her. Though later, the "villainous" version of himself had stopped watching livestreams.

Every week or two, when he remembered, he’d drop by her live stream and casually send a gift worth ten to twenty thousand.

“Alright! Then it’s in your hands.”

Xu Shou nodded slightly. “Start taking over the internet cafes.”

……

Breaking news about the weight-loss pills once again shot to the top of the trending searches.

More and more people were interviewed, claiming that Fengwei Food’s weight-loss pills worked initially but then stopped being effective.

At this point, the people Xu Shou had bribed earlier began to come forward one after another.

They claimed to enjoy documenting their daily lives, taking the pills on time and weighing themselves regularly every day.

They had video evidence throughout the process, and most of them started experiencing weight rebound by the tenth day.

As time went on, even more people stepped forward.

Their weight began to rebound too; at first, they’d thought it was a normal reaction, but now it seemed the pills were completely useless.

Just as the weight-loss pills dominated the trending searches, another hot topic surged onto the list.

The headline read: “Mega-Influencer Ai Keke Uncovers the Truth Behind the Weight-Loss Pills.”

Ai Keke conducted a live interview, instantly grabbing the attention of countless netizens eager to follow the drama.

During her live interview, Wang Weiliang from Xu Group’s pharmaceutical company personally presented evidence.

He stated that they had started researching and developing weight-loss pills several years prior.

Surveillance footage with timestamps and the dates on their test reports all served as proof.

Wang Weiliang further told Ai Keke that what Fengwei Food had stolen was their discarded defective formula, which would lose effectiveness within half a month.

The weight-loss pill launched by Xu Group, he emphasized, was the genuine article.

This revelation caused a massive stir!

After Wang Weiliang presented so much evidence, netizens immediately did a complete U-turn.

In particular, those who had bought the weight-loss pills before came forward one after another.

Staring at the trending search information, Lin Yang was stunned. Could everything Xu Group was saying be true?

He had invested all his funds into this. If there was something wrong with the drug, all his efforts would end up in vain.

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