Fujiwara Takayuki paid close attention to the traditional medicine market in Dragon Country. He knew very well that Dragon Country's ancient formulas held countless treasures.
"Yoshida." He pressed the intercom on his desk, his voice low.
A few seconds later, the office door was pushed open. A man in his thirties walked in quickly and bowed respectfully. "President, you were looking for me?"
"The 'Watermelon Frost' mentioned in this report—look into it." Fujiwara Takayuki adjusted his glasses. "And buy some samples."
"Yes, sir!" Yoshida responded immediately and turned to leave.
...
Three days later, Yoshida returned to the company with several boxes of "Watermelon Frost" from Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory.
Fujiwara Takayuki unwrapped the packaging and took out a small vial of pale green powder.
He poured a little onto his fingertip, rubbing it gently, then brought it closer to smell it.
