"No, he wants to invest in Goose City and hopes to meet you for a face-to-face discussion."
"Isn't he trying to pry from me where the Longevity Pill and the Beauty Pill come from? If that's the case, tell him not to bother. These things are out of print—impossible to reproduce. You can't make them either, can you? Let me tell you, those aren't items from the mortal world; they're gifts from immortals. One pill eaten means one less in existence."
Shen Yunyun's words struck Tang Yu's heart repeatedly. Out of print?
Why didn't she say so earlier?
If she'd said these were out of print, how could they have sold them for a million each?
This was a waste of a treasure.
It was also his fault for not asking one more question. Heartbreaking.
They'd missed out on tens of billions, hundreds of billions.
There were plenty of wealthy people, most reaching life's peak only in their twilight years.
If they could extend their lives, even a million, ten million, or a billion wouldn't make them blink.
They'd been too narrow-minded, completely unaware of just how rich the rich truly were.
"Can't you really get any more?"
Shen Yunyun didn't know how many Xu Zimo still had. She couldn't enter the cultivation world anymore, and Xu Zimo couldn't return either, so those immortal pills were likely impossible to make again.
The astragalus in the celestial realm couldn't be equated with that in their world. It was a world brimming with spiritual energy, while the current world was one drained of it. The substance was the same, but the effects differed by a thousandfold.
"Can't get them," Shen Yunyun replied directly.
She also regretted it a bit. Originally, she thought the supply was unlimited—Xu Zimo kept refining pills in the cultivation world, and she handled sales. A million per pill was a good deal.
After all, all she needed to give was a crystal core, and a crystal core only cost a bag of instant noodles or a loaf of bread.
To her, it was a business with a thousandfold profit.
But hearing Tang Yu's tone, she felt she'd lost hundreds of billions too.
Truly, you don't know what you have until it's gone.
Tang Yu clutched his chest, trying to calm his emotions.
Xiao Heng, watching from the side, wondered if something was wrong.
He signaled with his eyes to ask if he was okay, and Tang Yu then remembered to invite the "grandaunt" to lunch.
"Grandaunt, how about lunch together? President Xiao will join us."
"Sure," Shen Yunyun thought it was perfect to talk with Xiao Heng anyway. She wanted to ask what his relationship was with Xiao Changji.
Both surnamed Xiao, they might actually be related.
Lunch was arranged at a private kitchen restaurant on Hedi Road.
Shen Yunyun was picked up by a driver arranged by Tang Yu. When she arrived, Xiao Heng and Tang Yu were already there.
Seeing Shen Yunyun come in, Tang Yu quickly scurried over like a loyal dog, helping her with her bag and guiding her to her seat.
Xiao Heng also stood up, observing their interaction. They didn't seem like lovers.
He realized he'd been mistaken earlier. He'd thought the term "grandaunt" was a playful nickname between a couple.
They weren't a couple at all—more like siblings.
"Hello, Miss Shen. I'm Xiao Heng. We met before in Haicheng."
Shen Yunyun nodded and said, "I remember you."
They shook hands and sat down.
Tang Yu promptly told the waiter to serve the dishes. The grandaunt must be hungry by now. Whatever needed to be said could wait until after they'd eaten.
Xiao Heng didn't press either. Business discussions could come after the meal.
The three of them simply ate, enjoying the food.