Chapter 382 If you are ugly, you will be beaten a few more times
When Song Jing arrived at the alley outside Fuyao Research Institute, it was already completely dark. Qin Yicheng read her message and came to the alley in advance to pick her up.
"Uncle Master." Qin Yicheng waved in greeting and turned around and said, "Boss, you can cook noodles now."
Song Jing stepped forward and Qin Yicheng said: "I know you must not have eaten. Let's eat a bowl of noodles first before going in."
"Here we come." The proprietress greeted the two of them warmly and brought two plates of hot braised beef. "Have a seat quickly. The noodles will be ready soon."
"Thank you." Song Jing thanked him politely and sat down with Qin Yicheng.
Qin Yicheng couldn't hide his excitement, "Uncle, I think we will soon be able to develop a drug to counter gene rewriting. By then, we can directly receive the lifetime medical achievement award."
"I don't plan to make this medicine public."
The landlady came over with two bowls of noodles, and Song Jing stopped talking.
Qin Yicheng also knew that Song Jing spent money to continue her parents' unfinished genetic research in order to fulfill her parents' last wish.
Not to mention other things, just talking about money, the money Song Jing has invested in Fuyao Research Institute in the past ten years will definitely not exceed tens of billions. This is money that many people will not be able to earn in several lifetimes.
Qin Yicheng sighed, his face suddenly stiffened, and he coughed awkwardly.
Song Jing held his chopsticks and opened his eyelids to look at him, "The research institute is out of money again?"
Everyone knows that research costs money, and genetic research is the most expensive part of it. But when money is needed from time to time, Qin Yicheng himself feels short of breath, "Yes. I checked today and there are still several million in the institute's books."
, I want to buy a project data related to corrective gene rewriting from abroad, and I need this number."
Qin Yicheng made a three count.
"Thirty billion?"
"thirty."
"Three billion, how cheap is it to buy data for a corrective gene rewriting project? Their research project was not successful in the end?" Song Jing raised his eyebrows.
"Yes." Qin Yicheng has been very concerned about genetic research since he took over the Fuyao Research Institute. "I noticed their project early on. There were some problems in the later period, but a lot of the early data was very useful to us.
Learn from experiments.”
Song Jing lowered his head to eat noodles and did not respond immediately.
The money she currently has on hand is far from her goal of 3 billion.
"When do you want it?"
"About a week." Qin Yicheng said: "Uncle, I can get some from home."
"No, this is the research institute's business, don't take money from the Qin family." Song Jing finished one bowl of noodles and took another bowl, "I will transfer you some money now for normal research, and I will give it to you in a week.
Turn three billion."
"Uncle Master, how can you get three billion in such a short period of time?"
"I'll get the money, and you don't have to worry about it." Song Jing changed the subject, "In the past few months, has anyone caused trouble for the institute?"
"No." Qin Yicheng was confused, "Why would you ask that?"
"Nothing." Song Jing frowned. Qi Heng knew the existence of the institute and probably knew other things about her parents, but he didn't hire anyone to trouble the institute. Instead, he only targeted her. Why?
Could it be that Qi Heng's ill will is only towards her?
After eating the noodles, the two paid and returned to the institute. Song Jing first transferred the money in his account to the institute's account to support the institute's current normal research consumption. He also had to find a way to get another three billion.
Qin Yicheng now doesn't even ask her how much money is left in his account after transferring the money. Anyway, it never exceeds one thousand each time.
The two changed into sterile clothes and entered the research room. Qin Yicheng first showed Song Jing the research progress in the past few months.
We have found the right direction, and the progress is indeed much better than before like a headless fly.
Song Jing wanted to make money and couldn't stay in the research institute for too long, so he and Qin Yicheng stayed up all night to discuss the current research progress and how they could add drugs in the future to continue research and customize a general direction.
"Study in this direction first, and then correct it if there are any mistakes." Song Jing glanced at the round clock hanging on the wall, "I have to leave first."
"Uncle Junior, you stayed up all night, why don't you take a nap before leaving?"
"Yeah." Song Jing left the research room, changed out of his sterile clothes, and picked up his backpack.
Qin Yicheng followed her out and sent her out of the research institute to the station in the small town.
"Little uncle, I heard from master that your illness has been cured?"
Song Jing nodded without saying anything, waved her hand and boarded a bus bound for Linshi. There was an airport in that city, and she could buy a ticket directly to fly to the imperial capital.
"Uncle Junior, wait a minute." Qin Yicheng went to a small restaurant next to the station to pack up all the braised beef, bought two bottles of drinks, and threw them to Song Jing from the window, "You don't have to carry it all yourself. Thirty
It’s not a small amount, I can get some from home.”
Song Jing caught the bag that was thrown in. The ends of his eyes were red with bloodshot eyes after staying up late, but there was a smile in his eyes, "No need, just go back."
Qin Yicheng waved, but did not leave. He stood aside and waited for the bus to start and drive out. Then he waved to Song Jing again, turned around, left the station, and went back to the institute.
The bus was full of talents. Sitting next to Song Jing was a woman carrying a large bag and holding a child over one year old in her arms.
The child is very cute, his eyes are rolling, and he looks very smart.
Song Jing tied the beef and stuffed it into his bag, unscrewed the cap of the bottle and prepared to drink water. The child opened his eyes wide and looked at her curiously and eagerly.
"Children can't drink drinks." Song Jing told the child.
The woman was embarrassed and held the child in one hand, "I'm sorry, the child is facing the mouth."
"It's okay." Song Jing took two sips of the drink and put it away, moved his body down two points, and fell asleep against the back of the chair.
The child next to me was very skinny, and there was never a moment of peace. The two-hour drive was spent crawling around or touching here and there.
Finally arriving at the bus station in the city, everyone got off the bus in a hurry. The woman put the child on the seat temporarily and turned around to get her backpack and some plastic bags filled with things.
The child looked at Song Jing and called out in a sweet voice, "Diedie (sister)."
Song Jing smiled and poked his cheek, "You are born cute, but if you are any uglier, you will get beaten a few times."
The child could not fully understand what Song Jing said, but he was very happy to see Song Jingli talking to him and started to giggle.
"I'm sorry, I made you sleep all the way." The woman apologized embarrassedly. She also wanted her son to shut up and stop making noise, but a child over one year old didn't know so much, so she could only coax him.
At least I didn't let my son cry in the car.
"It's okay, I didn't sleep either." Song Jing took out a medicine rope from his bag, "Children have weak spleens and stomachs and are prone to food accumulation. If they accumulate too much food, they will easily get sick. This is a medicine rope. If you can trust it, give it to him.
You can see the effect after wearing it for one month.”
The woman was surprised, "Beauty, are you studying medicine?"
"My parents and grandfather are both doctors." Song Jing handed over the medicine rope.
"Thank you, thank you." The woman took the medicine rope and thanked her repeatedly. She rummaged through her bag and said, "I don't know how to thank you. This is the crispy pork I fried at home. Don't dislike it."
Song Jing knew that she would probably feel uneasy if she didn't accept the woman, so he didn't push her and accepted a bag of crispy pork, "I'm leaving first."
The woman hugged the child to her body and got out of the car with the big and small bags. A man got off a small car in the distance and hurriedly ran forward and took the big and small bags from the woman's hand. The woman said a few words to him.
, the man raised his head and glanced at Song Jing.
Song Jing got off the bus and got on another airport bus.
After changing planes, I finally arrived at the Didu Airport at around 6 pm. I took a taxi back to Tianxiang Community and walked into the living room of the apartment. It was almost 9 pm.
The road conditions in Imperial Capital during the evening rush hour are really too congested.
Song Jing checked the time, and while looking for clothes to go to the bathroom, he dialed Sha Manyin's number.