Zhuo Xiangqiao looked at him doubtfully, Tumi was an accidental product of their research. Originally, they only wanted to create some skincare products, but, as things progressed, they ended up creating these semi-finished drugs that were as addictive as narcotics—once someone got a taste, they could never break free.
Those who used this stuff were like the Tumi blossoms, blooming most beautifully just as they began to wither.
"Who wants this?" This stuff wasn't exclusive to them; once any of it leaked out, the formula would immediately appear in the black market.
Zhuo Xiangqiao glanced at him and knew that there had always been people who wanted this substance. What was he making such a fuss about?
"They want a very high purity." The level of purity they required for Tumi was something only they possessed.
Zhuo Xiangqiao frowned. The Tumi circulating in the black market was usually sufficient for most people, but this time, they all came directly to them.
