Thank you, "co^0^co" and "Forest Kaka" for the pink tickets, you kids are so supportive. It seems like I’ve almost written three hundred thousand this month, tears in my eyes, I am almost through, this book has been the hardest I’ve written since I joined Qidian. Next month I’ll work hard, so guys, encourage me with your tickets~ Don’t mind my nagging~
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"Mixing Pueraria Root and Mint together to make a simple concoction, such a basic processing method, yet they charge one hundred thousand and even claim it’s a patented product. It’s outright extortion," Zeng Xuerou and Xiao Xian stepped out of the somewhat famous research institute in Beijing.
"Yeah, I’ve seen the so-called concoction powder they provided; its medicinal effect is almost pletely depleted," Xiao Xian couldn’t understand how just processing herbs into granules could justify such an outrageous price.
"It’s a pity we don’t have the method to make the granule concoction, otherwise, if we had the process, we could just use the pharmaceutical factory’s equipment to produce it directly," Mrs. Zeng had already rented that counterfeit pharmaceutical factory. However, Zeng Xuerou had already agreed with her mother that once the factory produced the first batch of orders, they would return the equipment rental monthly according to the output. It wasn’t that Mrs. Zeng was reluctant to pay the tenths of thousands in rental fees, but she wanted to consciously cultivate Zeng Xuerou’s independent business skills.
"Can’t we figure out a way to buy a recipe without going through the institute?" Xiao Xian was very dissatisfied with the extortionate pricing people at the institute, not to mention their poor customer service attitude and their tendency to look down on others.
"I don’t know if we can, maybe I’ll try to solicit it through the internet," Zeng Xuerou’s home had a puter, brought back by her mother who wanted to keep up with the latest trends from her business partner, and it was equipped with dial-up internet. At that time, not many people in the country knew how to use the internet. Most users were either researchers or high-end intellectuals who had returned from abroad. During the summer, Zeng Xuerou had browsed the internet a few times and visited some English learning forums, so she had some impression of the message threads there. Some tricky questions would be posted online, and enthusiastic netizens would help to solve them.
"Let’s try that first, and later I’ll go see where I can buy good quality Pueraria Root," regarding the pharmaceutical factory’s affairs, Xiao Xian and Zeng Xuerou had already automatically divided their work, one handling the technology, the other managing the business, without stepping on each other’s toes.
After discussing, the two went their separate ways home.
When Xiao Xian returned to the munity as usual, she took out her keys to open the door, and before it opened, she could hear Zhuo Feng yelling inside the apartment.
"You damned chicken, stop running. Ah, my sofa, ah, my hair, ah, my..." Xiao Xian couldn’t bear to listen anymore and hurriedly opened the door.
The house, which had been clean and tidy in the afternoon, was now in plete chaos. In the living room, their prided flat velvet sofa was covered in chicken feathers and white splatters of chicken droppings.
Zhuo Feng was holding a vegetable knife, facing the arrogant hen that was leisurely wandering around the living room and occasionally jumping on the TV, her pretty face turned pale, and her hair a mess.
The usually well-dressed and charming Zhuo Feng had seemingly disappeared.
"Girl, where did this hen e from? It couldn’t be that you bought it to continue to curry favor with your uncle-in-law, right?" Xiao Xian had been in Zhuo Feng’s home for so long and never saw any chicken soup being consumed, as Zhuo Feng claimed she loved KFC and no other chicken.
"I bought it? If I were to buy, I’d buy one that’s already slaughtered, why would I need to buy a live chicken to give myself trouble," in the afternoon, Fengxing’s mother came and nagged Zhuo Feng for the whole afternoon about who added a plump son this year, who else had bee a Grandma, and after beating around the bush, she still didn’t forget to glance at Zhuo Feng’s stomach.
Barely making it to dinner time in the afternoon, Zhuo Feng could not wait to call Feng Xing asking him to e back quickly so they could go out for dinner tonight, having more people listening to the nagging is always better than suffering alone.
Who knew that as soon as Fengxing’s mother heard about going out to eat, she criticized it as a waste of money and the daughter-in-law not knowing how to manage the household, and without a second word, she put on her brought-over date-red cotton-padded jacket and went out to buy groceries, not forgetting to tell Zhuo Feng to slaughter the chicken before leaving.
As soon as Zhuo Feng heard that she had to slaughter a chicken, and moreover a hefty old hen that looked like it weighed eight to ten pounds, she, who gets cold sweat at the sight of blood, was instantly dumbfounded.
When Zhuo Feng came back to her senses, she saw Fengxing’s mother’s brought-over hen defecating a steaming hot mess on her sofa, shuddered all over – you aren’t allowed to raise chickens in the munity. This hen simply could not stay.
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