Dilraba's rise to fame began with her appearance on Running Man.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Old Master Xue waved his hands, annoyed by his words. "You little brat, you've already got your hands on me with just a few words? I asked you to help my old friend solve a problem, and instead, you've tricked me into this mess."

Tang Wenxiu listened from the side and laughed, gently patting her husband's hand: "Old man, what Xiao Zhe said makes sense. If this can be accomplished, it will be a great deed that will benefit our descendants."

Reba chimed in, "Yes, Master. Besides, Deng Zhe has plenty of money. You gather the national masters of traditional Chinese medicine to set the standards, and he will pay to promote the standards."

Grandpa Xue looked at his wife, then at the two children, and finally glared at Deng Zhe: "You little rascal, you've really figured this old man out of everything."

Deng Zhe chuckled and leaned closer: "Master, I'm not trying to scheme against you at all. I'm sincerely asking you to come out of seclusion. Think about it, there are thousands of traditional Chinese medicine companies across the country, and every year, quite a few suffer huge losses because of the quality of their medicinal materials. If we could develop a standard system that covers the entire industry, with clear indicators for everything from the source of planting to the production workshop, and with every batch traceable, that would be a tremendous benefit to the entire industry."

He paused, and seeing that Old Master Xue's expression relaxed, he pressed on, "Besides, instead of us going to all the trouble of helping your old friend Boss Meng solve this batch of quality problems, why don't we help him take a long-term view and bring the factory directly into our standard system? From the source base to processing and warehousing, everything will be done according to the new standards. At that time, the quality of his medicinal materials will not only be restored, but will also be stronger than before. His brand will not only be preserved, but will also become brighter and brighter."

Upon hearing this, Old Master Xue's expression finally changed drastically: "What you said is quite right... If Old Meng's factory can really take this opportunity to completely overhaul its product quality system, it would be a good thing."

Deng Zhe nodded repeatedly: "That's why I said, this isn't just about putting out a fire; it's about elevating the entire industry. This is a huge undertaking; I can't handle it alone. We need someone like you to lead it. To put it bluntly, I'm your project manager. I'll do the work, and you'll get all the credit."

"Alright, alright," Old Master Xue shook his head with a smile, "With your silver tongue, you'd be wasting your talent if you weren't in sales."

Tang Wenxiu opportunely brought up the subject: "So, are you going to say yes or no?"

Old Master Xue pondered for a moment, his gaze lingering on Deng Zhe's face for quite a while, before he sighed, "I'll think about it some more. After all, this isn't a small matter. I'll discuss it with those old guys who are still alive."

Deng Zhe was secretly delighted, but he didn't show it. He smiled and nodded, "Of course! Such a big matter is beyond your capabilities alone. If you could bring in those renowned masters of traditional Chinese medicine, that would be even better!"

Just then, Deng Zhe's phone rang. He looked down and saw it was a voice message from Hu Ge. He opened it and heard Hu Ge's familiar loud voice: "Old Deng!! After you guys left, the owner of that fishing spot in Xiangshan called me, saying he wants your fishing goddess wife to be his spokesperson! He said ever since Reba's fishing trip, his spot has been completely booked! He wants to pay you a spokesperson fee! Hahahaha!"

Deng Zhe turned on the speakerphone, and everyone in the room could hear it.

Reba blushed and interrupted, "Tell him to stop doing this! I don't endorse fishing grounds!"

Grandpa Xue and Tang Wenxiu were confused, so Reba had to explain the whole story. The elderly couple listened, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. Grandpa Xue shook his head and sighed, "You young people, you really know how to cause trouble."

After chatting for a while, Tang Wenxiu pulled Reba to the kitchen, saying she would teach her how to make a soup to help with pregnancy. Deng Zhe, on the other hand, accompanied Grandpa Xue in the main hall, drinking tea and talking.

After seeing off my master and mistress, it was already past two in the afternoon.

Deng Zhe closed the courtyard gate, let out a long sigh of relief, and turned around to see Reba standing under the eaves, leaning against a pillar and looking at him with a smile on her lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Deng Zhe walked over.

Reba tilted her head: "I was thinking, the way you fooled Master today was just like how you fooled me."

"Heaven and earth bear witness!" Deng Zhe feigned a wronged expression. "When have I ever lied to you? Every word I've said to you has come from the bottom of my heart..."

Dilraba poked his chest with her hand: "Yes, yes, yes, I still have no choice but to obediently have your children, right?"

Deng Zhe wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Then tell me, aren't you happy now?"

Reba blushed at his question, lightly spat, and wriggled out of his arms: "I can't be bothered with you! I'm going to drink the soup my teacher's wife made!"

Watching her figure disappear behind the hall door, Deng Zhe couldn't help but smile and shake his head.

He took out his phone and called Chen Yang. The call was answered quickly, and Chen Yang's voice carried a professional and efficient quality: "Boss, what can I do for you?"

"Could you please prepare a report analyzing the Chinese medicinal herb industry for me, covering the entire country, focusing on quality issues and regulatory blind spots in the production and distribution of Chinese medicinal herbs?"

Deng Zhe said calmly, "Let the team assess how much resources would be needed to establish a quality standard system for Chinese medicinal materials that covers the entire industry chain."

Chen Yang paused for a moment, then replied, "Okay, boss. When do you need it?"

"Within three days," Deng Zhe thought for a moment, "Just give me a preliminary framework first, there'll be plenty of time to refine it later."

"Understood." Chen Yang paused, then added, "Boss, should we set up a dedicated project team?"

"No need for now, let's talk about it after the framework is finished." Deng Zhe hung up the phone and glanced up at the old locust tree in the corner of the yard. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the branches and leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

He suddenly chuckled and muttered to himself, "Master, you'd better work hard!"

When Deng Zhe and Reba escorted Xue Boshou out of the hospital, his expression was still somewhat dazed.

He walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, then suddenly stopped, glanced back at the closed courtyard gate, and clicked his tongue, "That little brat... I went to him for a favor, but instead he gave me a whole bunch of ideas?"

Tang Wenxiu, walking beside her, chuckled upon hearing this: "Isn't that perfect? ​​You've been saying all the time that traditional Chinese medicine is doomed and the medicinal herb market is a complete mess. Now that someone's willing to spend money and effort to clean up your mess, you're actually taking it?"

"I'm not just going to serve it up!" Xue Boshou glared. "Those things that kid was talking about... whole industry chain standards, traceability system, planting bases... aren't they all huge projects? If I just agree to them on the spot and then fail to deliver, where will I put my face?"

Tang Wenxiu understood his temperament and didn't expose him, but simply asked slowly, "So what do you plan to do now?"

"What should we do?" Xue Boshou snorted and suddenly quickened his pace. "Go back and make a call first! I can't decide this by myself. I need to call all those old bones out to discuss it."

He had already taken out his phone and was dialing as he walked. The first call he made was to Chen Keyi, an academician of the Chinese Academy of Sciences and Deng Zhe's mentor.

The phone rang twice before being answered, and a lazy voice came from the other end: "Hey, old man Xue, what brings you to call me today?"

"Enough with the nonsense!" Xue Boshou said urgently. "Are you free now? I have something important to discuss with you. Come to the association; I'll be waiting for you in the conference room."

"What's the big deal?" Chen Keyi's voice became more serious.