After a full hour, the twelve bruised and swollen evolvers each returned to the queue.
Sikong Yu finally breathed a sigh of relief and put the wine cup back on the table.
Many old fried dough sticks have similar movements, and the wine jar they are holding can finally be put back to the ground.
Sikong Yudao,
"Then, the result is this. The establishment of the Scientific Research Institute will be retained and its jurisdiction will be abolished."
Sikong Yu thought for a while and added,
"The same is true at sea."
The old dean and Lao Hu looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Without tax support, how far away would the scientific research institute be from completely collapsing?
General Ye was not surprised, and the expression on his face did not change at all.
Mo Hongniang said,
"The expenses of the Scientific Research Institute will be self-sufficient in the future, and the Development Committee and the garrison will not provide any help. However, the Development Committee will send fifty of the best tax collectors to help the Research Institute determine its income and expenditure...and To establish our own industrial chain, as long as we survive these two years, I believe that the scientific research institute will be stronger and more pragmatic than ever."
"Generating revenue?"
A light flashed in Lao Hu's eyes, and then he shook his head sadly.
These two words are too far away for the Research Institute. The resources and circulation points consumed by various projects of the Research Institute can be called a bottomless pit.
Mo Hongniang glanced at the old dean,
"When it comes to what theories and laws to study, it is difficult for the Scientific Research Institute to do anything. But when it comes to doing business and making money, it is worse to pack everyone in the entire Scientific Research Institute together than to squat in front of the Scientific Research Institute. Only Shi Pixiu knows more."
Although this was a bit insulting, the old dean had no reason to refute it.
Mo Hongniang took out a pen and wrote,
"As far as I know, the Research Institute is currently working on 184 projects, 19 of which cost a lot of money. Well, take this as an example... Let's take a look... What on earth is this Special A-2 project? Things, three days, more than 10 million circulation points??"
Old Hu said,
"Ahem, Special Project No. 2 is the latest technology for cultivating and dividing magical plants. To put it simply, it is to separate a tamed magical plant into two separate individuals and survive normally."
"..."
"..."
The atmosphere was very subtle. Mo Hongniang's plump red lips opened and closed slightly,
"So... when no one in the entire base city has successfully tamed any magic plants, what kind of 'tamed magic plant division technology' have you studied?"
"..."
The old dean explained,
"Who says otherwise? That pitcher plant has clearly been tamed, and now our scientific research institute can still control it!"
"Nepenthes?"
Speaking of this, a group of people couldn't help but look at the neat fence at the foot of Yanhui Mountain. They hadn't paid much attention to the small magic plants of levels 1-3.
But now that I think about it, it seems that this fence is a bit too cute.
So, is it really possible?
General Ye and Mo Hongniang's eyes fell on Lin Chou. Lin Chou was stunned and spread his hands to show his innocence.
"Impossible, this is a bloodline ability."
Lin Chou told a little lie. As long as anything is related to blood, the credibility will immediately increase by 30 to 50 percentage points.
Everyone nodded and said they understood. The effects of bloodline abilities cannot be changed by external forces unless...
Mo Hongniang immediately grasped the key point,
"Where did you find that pitcher plant?"
"Ahem."
"This pitcher plant is indeed domesticated. It can understand five commands and will only obey the orders of the person holding the contract card. It changed hands many times in the hunter market, and was finally bought by the Research Institute at a high price. There’s only one.”
The old dean was really embarrassed to say it. Later, the scientific research institute specifically contacted someone in the hope of buying more pitcher plants.
"Zuo Chen!"
Lin Chou immediately thought of this habitual criminal with a criminal record.
The old dean shuddered and thought to himself, you guys already know this and you are still asking me what I am doing. Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?
Lin Chou also asked specifically,
"Aren't you thinking about planting these obedient pitcher plants on a large scale that can only kill living corpses and strange beasts?"
General Ye laughed,
"What's wrong with this? Although the level is a bit low, if pitcher plants and black locust can be planted on a large scale, the base city will no longer have to worry about zombies and beasts. This will be a good thing once and for all!"
Mo Hongniang looked at Lin Chou with bright eyes,
"Is there a limit to the number of pitcher plants that Brother Lin can tame?"
For a moment, there was a loud noise among the people, and everyone's little abacus began to move. If it can be done, this kid will be worth a lot of money!
Lin Chou smiled bitterly, how should he answer this question.
The old dean stood up and rejected this idea very firmly.
"It's impossible, we can't afford it..."
The old dean said sarcastically,
"The Scientific Research Institute has conceived this idea, and also specially set up an observation point at the foot of Yanhui Mountain... The area around Mingguang is itself a barren area of strange beasts and living corpses. Even if this kind of pitcher plant can be planted, then they will What to eat and drink?”
General Ye touched his beard,
"Isn't this thing grass? Of course it is..."
So Lin Chou, a senior pig farmer, calculated the accounts for everyone with his fingers.
"I planted a total of one hundred and forty-four mutant pitcher plants around Yanhui Mountain. After various reasons and the baptism of source crystal rain, about ninety plants survived, except for the occasional strange beast that does not open its eyes. Digging into the grass, most of the time these big-mouthed guys rely on me to feed them. Even though their root systems are often tens or hundreds of meters long, apart from absorbing water and digesting flesh and blood, they cannot draw from the land at all. A tiny bit of nutrients can only be artificially irrigated with a ratio of third-level living corpse soft crystals and alien blood, about 30 ml per plant. Each plant needs at least 50-300 kilograms of first-level alien blood food every day. If it rises level, this demand figure will increase geometrically.”
General Ye took a breath,
"Your small restaurant, just by using these fences, eats up at least hundreds of thousands of circulation points every day??"
"Damn it, can't you tell? Are you still an invisible rich man?"
General Ye chewed the yahuazi for a long time, and suddenly had an ominous premonition. How could this guy be willing to spend so much money on a small restaurant?
As the saying goes, a businessman cannot afford to be early if he is not profitable, the wool comes from the sheep....
Lao Ye asked in a low voice,
"Boy, tell me, how much do these dishes cost?"
Lin Chou calculated, "Four side dishes, one hundred each."
"That's not an exaggeration. Where's the wine?"
"Qingquan Mountain and beer are priced at the same price, and three-color snake wine costs three thousand."
He frowned,
"If I remember correctly, there seem to be three kinds of jars for the wine we brought, right? What about the third jar?"
"Colorful Snake King Wine, one million."
"puff!"
"Boy, how dare you blackmail us??"
Lin Chou spread his hands,
“The prices are clearly marked and you won’t be fooled.”
"Fart, why didn't I see it?"
"You refused to enter the house and locked up my waiter. Do you blame me?"
