In the afternoon, Song Qiao's figure appeared at the entrance of the Security Department precisely on time.
Song Qiao was now a frequent visitor to the Security Department, greeted by many along the way.
Mo Ling was in the gym, practicing the leg and fist techniques that Song Qiao had taught her.
"Ha!"
Song Qiao arrived at the gym entrance, and a low cry from a woman emanated from within.
This was followed by the sound of a silent punching bag.
Bang!
Though the sound was somewhat muffled, the sheer force of the impact made many who heard it feel a sense of shock.
"Not bad, Mo Ling!"
Song Qiao watched with appreciative eyes as Mo Ling executed a kick.
"Mr. Song, I've been quite engrossed in the leg and fist techniques you taught me recently."
"I apologize for not being able to meet you at the entrance personally."
Song Qiao chuckled heartily:
"No matter!"
"We are not men who seek fame and reputation."
"Perform another set of your fist techniques, let me see how well you've grasped them."
Mo Ling nodded upon hearing this.
"Certainly. It's been a few days, and Mr. Song can inspect the results of my training."
Mo Ling took a deep breath, her eyes slowly closing.
Each move and stance of the fist technique flashed through her mind.
After several days of arduous practice, Mo Ling had developed some muscle memory for this set of techniques.
Her hands opened in unison, slowly raising her arms to a horizontal position, her palms facing the punching bag.
During this process, Song Qiao clearly sensed Mo Ling's comprehension and application of true qi.
"To gain is my fortune, to lose is my fate!"
Mo Ling murmured to herself.
Boom!
Then, Mo Ling's eyes snapped open, her gaze filled with rebelliousness and aloofness.
Bang!
Bang!
Mo Ling's fists rained down like pellets, striking with rapid intensity.
The punching bag, subjected to intense attacks in a short span, would normally have recovered its shape due to its elasticity.
However, this sponge was now imprinted with several fist marks from Mo Ling's onslaught, which were slow to repair.
"Mr. Song, how was it?"
Song Qiao looked at the punching bag, his expression complex.
"Only when your mind is free of distractions will your attacks be devoid of superfluous movements!"
"Mr. Song, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Song Qiao removed his outer garment and personally demonstrated the technique for Mo Ling.
"The fist techniques I taught you emphasize a single, fatal blow!"
"By utilizing true qi, you can, of course, distribute the damage and engage in multiple defensive attacks."
"But before each action, you must clearly consider the purpose of your strike."
"Watch closely!"
Song Qiao was already adept at these techniques and did not need to display the preparatory movements like Mo Ling.
Song Qiao gathered all his energy into his palms.
In the span of a single breath.
The sounds of Song Qiao striking the punching bag were continuous.
They blended together, sounding like a single, explosive attack.
Deep and powerful!
If Mo Ling's strikes had merely deformed the punching bag.
Then Song Qiao's blows made it unrecognizable as a punching bag.
Gulp.
Seeing Song Qiao's steady and practiced fistwork, Mo Ling instinctively swallowed.
"Thank you for your guidance, Mr. Song!"
"Heh, you've also been practicing diligently during this time!"
Mo Ling handed Song Qiao a glass of water and asked:
"Mr. Song, what matter do you wish to discuss?"
"Do you need me to gather my staff for a meeting?"
"No!"
"I came specifically to find you!"
Mo Ling pointed to herself, slightly unsure of Song Qiao's intentions.
"Didn't I tell you before that Cui Haoze and I were making a wager?"
"To counter him and secure the market for high-end pharmaceutical products."
"I've developed several special medicines, but they are currently being held up by the Health Department."
"I'd like you to help expedite the process through the capital, bypassing Yang Jiefeng of the Health Department, and get them approved directly."
Hearing about Song Qiao's predicament, Mo Ling found herself in a difficult position.
The last time she had the General Hospital of the War Department purchase Song Qiao's medicine, that favor was directly tied to her.
But now, this involved the capital, and Mo Ling wasn't confident she could get high-level approval.
Furthermore, this matter was entirely different from the situation with the War Department hospital.
"Having people in the capital make an appeal is somewhat beyond my capabilities!"
"Mr. Song, I truly find it difficult to assist you this time."
Mo Ling politely declined.
Seeing Mo Ling's reaction, Song Qiao already knew what she would say.
It seemed this matter was indeed causing Mo Ling some trouble.
But it was only trouble!
Song Qiao keenly picked up on Mo Ling's choice of words.
There was still room for negotiation, otherwise, she would have shut him down completely!
The best way to ask someone to help with a favor that doesn't directly benefit them is to tie their interests together.
Song Qiao said calmly:
"Mo Ling, don't rush to refuse me just yet."
"Among this batch of special medicines, one is a hemostatic powder developed in collaboration with the Nanyang Group."
A hemostatic powder, and a special formula at that!
Mo Ling was startled.
"What is special about it?"
"We've experimented with the composition of the hemostatic powder, both in terms of ingredients and treatment mechanisms."
"The special hemostatic powder's efficacy is significantly more pronounced than that of ordinary ones."
"The time to see results is halved, at least!"
"Furthermore, wounds typically do not form scabs, making it a gentle medication!"
"As for the price, it's only ten percent more expensive than the original!"
If a ten percent increase could yield such a significant improvement, it was all worthwhile.
Song Qiao continued:
"These medicines are highly suitable for units like the War Department, where injuries are common during training!"
"If the Mo family can help me promote them."
"This could indirectly enhance your standing within the Security Department!"
"A win-win situation, why wouldn't we embrace it?"
Mo Ling fell into a long silence upon hearing Song Qiao's description of the special medicines.
What truly resonated with Mo Ling was not the medicine itself.
But the promotion and use of this medicine would increase her Mo family's influence in society!
"If the medicinal effects are as Mr. Song describes, then I can agree to try and persuade the capital to loosen its stance!"
"However!"
"Mr. Song must guarantee that the medicine will have no issues!"
Song Qiao immediately patted his chest and assured Mo Ling:
"The hemostatic powder is for human use, so naturally, I won't be reckless!"
"Besides, the medicine will also be used by the War Department. If it were faulty, my head wouldn't be enough to atone!"
From their brief interactions, Mo Ling had already seen Song Qiao's character.
Therefore, she didn't have significant doubts about Song Qiao's assurance.
After all, with pharmaceuticals, there would be random sampling and inspection by the capital before they could be used.
With the matter settled, Song Qiao walked to a corner and dialed the provincial governor's number.
"Governor, I've made arrangements regarding Cui Haoze's situation."
The governor was in a sensitive period, and hearing Song Qiao's words, he felt significantly relieved.
"That's good!"
"Keep a low profile recently!"
"I'll also make time for myself soon and prepare to bring Yang Jiefeng down!"
"We'll make an example of him."