Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

She sat back down on the sofa, leaning forward, her tone serious and excited:

"Let's start a company together, specializing in beauty pills. I'll handle the distribution channels, and you'll handle the products."

How many wealthy women are there in the world? The market is bigger than you can imagine.

"Sure. But, about the police..."

Lin Mo turned his head to look at her.

"Don't worry about the police."

Xin Lu waved her hand. Now that she and Lin Mo were in a relationship based on shared interests, she would absolutely not let anyone cut off her source of income.

"I'll have my grandpa put in a good word for you when I get back. Since you haven't left any evidence against you, they can't do anything to you. They'll even have to think twice before summoning you."

She changed the subject, her gaze falling once more on the golden spear pill placed on the coffee table.

"By the way, could you tell me more about the specific effects of this Golden Gun Pill?"

"Well, this thing is like an amplifier. After you take it, it can also cool down and reset, plus unlimited firepower. The effects last for about a day."

"Only one day?"

Xin Lu blurted it out, then realized her tone was off and quickly waved her hand to explain.

"That's not what I meant. I meant that since it's a consumable product, its price can't be as exorbitant as a beauty pill."

"The cost is low, only tens of thousands of yuan per piece. The only trouble is that the refining process takes time."

Xin Lu let out a long breath, and the shrewdness in her eyes began to flash again:

"The cost is tens of thousands, but the price is millions. Wealthy older men are scrambling to buy it, and the volume is so large that it might be more profitable than beauty pills!"

She stood up, picked up the golden lance pill, and carefully put it into her bag.

"Then it's settled. I'll set up the company tomorrow. You'll be in charge of the goods, and I'll handle the distribution channels. The profits will be 80% for you and 20% for me, how about that?"

"Can."

Lin Mo nodded. Compared to transporting gold for arbitrage in World One, selling pills was indeed a faster and safer way to make money.

"Then it's a deal. I'll go back to my grandfather now and report the police matter to him."

Xin Lu got up and left.

In a villa in the city center, Xin Lu pushed open the study door.

Xin Weimin was sitting at his desk wearing reading glasses, holding a reference book in his hand, and the tea in his teacup was still steaming.

"Grandpa, there's something I need to tell you."

Xin Lu sat down opposite him and recounted the events of the evening from beginning to end. However, she did so in a very deliberate way. She didn't mention Duan Xing and Chen Jing, but only said that when they were having dinner at the restaurant that night, Zhao Jiaming got drunk and stopped her and Lin Mo, pulling her hair. Lin Mo got into a conflict with Zhao Jiaming in order to protect her.

Later, Zhao Jiaming died of a sudden pulmonary embolism in a KTV. The Zhao family couldn't swallow this insult and prepared to use their connections to arrest Lin Mo. They also tried to pin several unrelated sudden death cases on Lin Mo.

After listening, Xin Weimin folded the newspaper and placed it on the table, then took off his reading glasses and slowly wiped the lenses.

He didn't immediately respond, but instead stared at Xin Lu for a long while with his still sharp eyes, before asking a question that made Xin Lu's heart tighten:

"Lulu, tell me the truth, is this really Lin Moqian's doing?"

Xin Lu immediately shook her head, her tone resolute:

"No. The police don't even have any evidence; it's all just speculation. It's obvious that the Zhao family just wants to vent their anger on someone."

Xin Weimin didn't say anything, and put his cleaned glasses back on.

He has lived for over eighty years and spent most of his life navigating the inner circles of Beijing. He can tell with his eyes closed which words to believe and which people to hide.

He had personally witnessed Lin Mo's medical skills; a few needles could eliminate 30% of cancer cells, a feat that was nothing short of incredible.

Is it difficult for someone who can use acupuncture to expel cancer cells to cause someone to die from a heart attack, stroke, or pulmonary embolism without leaving any trace?

He had already pieced together most of the story in his mind.

Zhao Jiaming's death was most likely caused by Lin Mogan.

But the granddaughter is right, the police have no evidence.

A crime cannot be committed without evidence; this is a fundamental principle of a society governed by the rule of law.

He picked up his teacup, took a sip, and made up his mind:

He originally planned to introduce this divine doctor to his old buddies after Lin Mo cured Xin Peici's illness.

At his level, who doesn't have some health problems?

A doctor who can cure cancer is a priceless treasure, no matter where he is placed.

But now that Zhao Jiaming has caused this incident, they can't let Lin Mo's reputation spread any further. The fewer people who know about it, the less likely the police are to connect the several sudden death cases.

Once Lin Mo's reputation as a miracle doctor spreads, the police will have even more reason to suspect him.

"I understand about this."

Xin Weimin placed the teacup on the table and slowly circled his finger along the rim of the cup.

"Protecting him isn't difficult, but we need a pretext. For example..."

He looked up at Xin Lu.

"He is a member of our Xin family."

Xin Lu blushed instantly; of course she knew what her grandfather meant.

"Tell me honestly, do you like him?"

Xin Weimin's gaze fell on her face through his glasses. It wasn't scrutiny, but rather confirmation of something he already knew.

Xin Lu lowered her eyelashes and did not deny it.

Upon seeing this, Xin Weimin's face broke into a rare smile:

"Since you like it, then take the initiative."

At my age, my biggest wish is to see you get married before I die.

Lin Mo is a good kid. He's so young but already has such abilities. He stays calm in the face of trouble and will stand up for you in crucial moments, which shows he cares about you.

"But Grandpa, he might not like me..."

Xin Lu's voice carried a rare hint of insecurity.

"You think you'd offend the Zhao family for my sake? You know who Zhao Jiaming is. He's been running rampant in Dajiang City for years. Who would dare touch him?"

Xin Weimin waved his hand.

"Alright, that's settled then. Go and get some rest."

"What about the police...?"

"I'll call Director Zhou from your municipal bureau. Tomorrow, bring two cans of good tea from here and go see Director Zhou for me."

After Xin Weimin finished speaking, he picked up the newspaper again, indicating that the conversation was over.

Xin Lu broke into an irrepressible smile, got up, walked around the desk, gave Xin Weimin a big hug, and then quickly left the study in her high heels.