CHAPTER 533: CHAPTER 495: UNDERESTIMATING THE ENEMY A BIT

Two hours after the launch of Anzhi Meng, sales had skyrocketed unexpectedly.

This was something the Leng Family hadn’t anticipated.

"Brother Shen, we can’t keep going like this!" Lai Jingshan paced back and forth with a worried look on his face.

"Allow me to think this through... properly."

Hanging up the phone, Li Wanshan couldn’t help but sigh deeply and refreshed the trending search list again.

He saw that various e-commerce platforms were reporting a surge in orders for Anzhi Meng, to the point where there was a critical shortage in stock. This was the result of many patients desperately seeking treatment, making concentrated purchases in a short time, hoping the manufacturer could solve this issue quickly.

Meanwhile, sales for 8028 had noticeably declined.

At the same time, the lines of consumers waiting to buy Anzhi Meng at some pharmacies seemed never-ending.

Many people had flocked to purchase it after reading positive reviews online, forcing pharmacies to limit each person to purchasing just one bottle to ensure more patients could get the medication they needed.

"Ah, when will it be my turn?"

"I heard Anzhi Meng helps with sleep disorders. Just one pill and you can almost get a good seven or eight hours of sleep."

"Well, that’s why it’s called ’Anzhi Meng’." A man in the queue put away his phone, adding to the conversation.

"Hello, isn’t this medicine from abroad? Don’t you need to use a shopping agent? Can you just buy it outright?" an elderly lady passing by asked curiously, holding the painkiller and sleep aid she had just bought for her husband.

"No need for a shopping agent, grandma," a young woman replied, "You just need to queue up at the back."

"Oh, thank you, thank you, child."

"Is there still stock inside? I see it’s also sold online, is it the same effect?" a middle-aged man asked after glancing at the 8028 in his hand.

"Definitely, if there were none, they would have come out and told us by now."

Two bottles of 8028 could buy you three bottles of Anzhi Meng—the price was certainly appealing enough to attract numerous patients.

Besides, new faces often seem more enticing.

...

At 2:30 PM, Yishen Group.

In the CEO’s office, Li Zishen furrowed his brows, his mood exceptionally grim.

The flood of online reviews hit him like a wave, with discussions about Anzhi Meng quickly dominating social media and the headlines of news platforms.

"Anzhi Meng, the real sleep savior? Can’t wait to experience its miraculous effects!" one netizen started the discussion on Weibo and within minutes it received thousands of shares and comments.

Many expressed their anticipation for this affordable medication that not only treated insomnia but also stomach ailments.

"I’ve always had trouble falling asleep, I hope Anzhi Meng can grant me a good night’s rest," commented a netizen who suffered from chronic insomnia.

There were even jokes like: "The money saved on shopping agent fees can be used to buy two kilograms of meat to improve life."

"Totally agree, this deserves a thumbs up!"

Not just individuals were intrigued, some experts in the medical field and journalists also joined in the discussion.

They shared their views, analyzing the efficacy and market prospects of Anzhi Meng. Some experts pointed out that Anzhi Meng’s introduction would disrupt the existing pharmaceutical market landscape, providing patients with more options and preventing monopoly.

Confronted with the strong momentum of Anzhi Meng, Li Zishen grew increasingly heavy-hearted.

This launch of Anzhi Meng had undoubtedly dropped a bomb in the pharmaceutical industry and was clearly set to compete head-on with 8028.

The staff at Yishen Research Institute had poured so much effort into the development of 8028.

Anzhi Meng’s release would not only impact the market share of 8028, but it might also have a significant influence on the company’s overall strategic layout.

Li Zishen kept refreshing the news about Anzhi Meng and updates from Wind Flower on his phone.

Despite having prepared contingency plans, they had attempted to minimize customer attrition to the greatest extent possible, Wang Junchen’s marketing tactics still struck a heavy blow, causing him to doubt whether his direction was correct and whether he should consider Uncle Li Shan’s suggestion of a pricing incentive policy.

Being wealthy himself, he couldn’t truly understand the value each penny held for patients.

At that moment, there was a double knock on the door.

"Come in."

After receiving permission, the assistant entered with the latest compiled figures for 8028, a look of caution and anxiety in their expression.

"Chairman, I’ve organized it."

"Go and call Li Weilian," Li Zishen said as he took the documents and scanned them briefly.

Assistant: "?"

Was the chairman confused by anger?

"Manager Li went to the pharmaceutical factory after the meeting this morning and said he would visit the research institute in the afternoon." The assistant answered respectfully and then continued to stand at attention.

Li Zishen frowned, he had actually forgotten about this matter; Li Weilian had informed him that very morning.

"Cancel the three o’clock meeting..."

"Okay, Chairman."

The assistant immediately took out his phone to send out the notification.

A short while later, Li Zishen left the office. He had originally planned to visit his Third Uncle Lai Jingshan, but he changed his mind on the way.

His heart was in turmoil.

When he stepped out of the elevator, Li Zishen ran into Chen Xin, who was about to go upstairs.

He had just rushed over from the shopping center.

"Didn’t you get the notification?"

"Oh, I was just driving and didn’t check the messages," Chen Xin replied with a frown after a moment of surprise.

"Come on, come with me..."

Li Zishen started to say something but suddenly didn’t know what to say next; he didn’t know where to go and was terribly annoyed.

Maybe a walk would improve things.

"The car is downstairs, by the flower beds." Chen Xin quickly added and then followed Li Zishen.

There were many pedestrians and vehicles at this hour, and they just happened to hit all the red traffic lights. Knowing that Li Zishen was in a bad mood, Chen Xin deliberately brought up some upcoming activities at the shopping center.

Actually, these were also set to be discussed in the meeting that afternoon.

But, it was a minor distraction.

The traffic light turned green, and the sedan slowly drove away.

Li Zishen’s fingers slid across the screen without thinking, but his heart struggled intensely.

There would be many problems with the price war.

"Brother Shen, shall we... go back to Li Garden?" Chen Xin glanced at the rearview mirror and asked softly, "Uncle Cai said the spinach in the sunroom is ready for harvest."

After these words fell, silence filled the car.

It wasn’t until the next traffic light that Li Zishen finally spoke, "Let’s go to Bie Yuan."

"Okay, Brother Shen."

...

Twenty minutes later, they arrived at Bie Yuan.

But as Li Zishen got out of the car, he saw Nanny Wu rushing over: "Young Master, the Madam is not at home. She just went out for a bit—didn’t you see her when you came? She left just two or three minutes ago."

Upon hearing this, Chen Xin’s brow furrowed suddenly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

They hadn’t seen the Madam’s car on the road just now!

Li Zishen glanced at his watch; his phoenix eyes darkened with a sudden bad premonition.

He thought back to the route they had just taken, and it seemed that he had not seen Bie Yuan’s car, which made him even more worried. His mother should have been at home practicing her calligraphy at this hour. Why would she suddenly go out?

Could it be that she had a new plan in mind?

Xiao Wan? No, it couldn’t be; Xiao Wan had returned to Chicheng, and that place was... Leng Lingxiao’s territory.

Right, there shouldn’t be a problem, there definitely shouldn’t!

"Where did she go, and when will she be back?" Li Zishen’s gaze darkened as he asked sharply.

"She went to buy copying paper," Nanny Wu replied, her voice betraying a hint of agitation. "The Madam didn’t want me to follow her, saying... she wanted to browse on her own."

"Wanted to browse on her own? Hmm, that’s good."

Li Zishen finished speaking and stepped inside the door.