Chapter 253: Black Blind Man's Lost Bonus

As more and more people asked about this, Zhang Benling naturally became interested in this matter.

Although their family has a medical heritage, they don't have many prescriptions for strengthening yang and nourishing the kidneys because they have never had such a need.

There are mild prescriptions that can only provide conditioning and cannot produce immediate results. If you want better results, you have to conduct further research.

Those who place orders are all big bosses, and they are all wealthy people. I think if we can really develop something in this area, we will definitely make a lot of money.

Zhang Benling had already established a project in pharmaceutical research and development, but the material he had previously researched was the "Love-control Gu", a powerful love Gu that would cause uncontrollable arousal in the victim as soon as they came into contact with the controller.

They wanted to try to separate the secretions of this insect. If they could keep the secretions active outside the human body, they could create a "miracle drug" that would not harm the human body, would last forever, and could even regulate the body's endocrine system.

However, the current progress of this research is zero, because they still haven't raised a "Love Cannot Be Controlled Gu"...

Although the name of this insect sounds casual, the person who developed it was ambitiously targeting the Zhang family's patriarch of the "Qi" generation. As the insect's ability is maximized, the difficulty of training it also soars.

If it weren't for the advanced technology nowadays that allows for the use of various sophisticated instruments, Zhang Benling really wouldn't have the confidence to let his subordinates try to cultivate and research the "Love-inducing Gu".

Now we finally have a bug like the Corpse Turtle King that could be a substitute. It is not as delicate as the Love Gu, which needs to be carefully served. It will die in front of you if it doesn't satisfy you. Zhang Benling is naturally very happy.

These little red cuties have been kept in clay jars for who knows how many years. They can survive without food or water. I think they can be kept in the laboratory without any problem. They should be very hardy and durable, so we can study them casually without worrying about killing them accidentally.

Thinking of the only tribe member who had practiced eating the corpse of the turtle king to strengthen his yang and nourish his kidneys, Zhang Benling added another sentence.

"That incident was authenticated by an elder of the clan at the time, so the credibility of the information is quite high."

Of course, if it was fake, it wouldn't matter. At most, he would ask about Zhang Fenyu's final whereabouts, find some time to find the tribe member's grave, loosen his muscles, and then help him move his grave for free.

After all, that guy was a well-known figure in the family at that time. I think if we look carefully, we can still find where he is buried.

That clan member, whose kidneys were known to the entire clan, was once a strong contender for the title of Martial Sect Leader of the "Ben" generation. However, due to his shady tactics, he was eliminated. He later served as the clan leader's personal guard and was still alive and well until he was ambushed and taken away...

While thinking about his old friend, Zhang Benling spoke to Zhang Moyu in a low voice.

Wuxie, who was observing by picking up other jars, hadn't paid attention to the situation on their side, let alone listened carefully.

However, the blind man, who had been hanging around behind them and had sharp eyes and ears, heard everything clearly from beginning to end.

At this time, he squatted beside Zhang Benling with a scoundrel smile on his face, put one arm on his shoulder, and spoke in a mean way.

"Boss Zhang, you're so interested in that kind of medicine, wouldn't you also..."

Zhang Benling's face turned expressionless for a moment. He turned calmly and looked into Hei Xia Zi's eyes, then spoke in a cold tone.

"Deduction of money, your bonus for this month is gone."

"Hey, no! No, boss! I'm the one who's rude, I'll slap you, okay..."

Hei Xia Zi was easily controlled. He slapped his mouth twice, his face full of regret.

"Oh, that old mouth of yours really deserves a beating. Last time you were talking nonsense and commenting on my clothes, I didn't bother with you because it was your first offense and it was just a few casual remarks.

Now it seems that the money that should be deducted still needs to be deducted, otherwise you will definitely not learn your lesson."

Zhang Benling complained crazily without a trace of emotion in his tone. Although he knew that Hei Xia Zi was a person who liked to play cat-and-dog fights, even after getting along with him for a while, he didn't have a deep understanding of him because he was not familiar with him.

He has been with Hei Xia Zi all day these days, and he has become more familiar with him. They see each other every day, which has given him a deeper and more vivid impression of Hei Xia Zi.

"No, boss! This was an accident. I swear next time I will, absolutely and for sure! I will never make such a cheap, low-level mistake again. Can you please not deduct my bonus? If that doesn't work, you can just deduct my salary instead!"

"If you keep bargaining, you won't get your bonus next month."

This one sentence made Hei Xia Zi immediately turn up his nose and shut up, but the look in his eyes behind the sunglasses was still restless, and the resentment seemed to be condensed into substance, imprisoning Zhang Benling tightly.

Inside and outside the Zhang family, whether it is the family or the company, the salary is guaranteed to be sufficient to ensure that employees will not starve. Bonuses are earned based on their ability to work, and the amount of bonuses given depends on how capable they are.

In other words, for high-tech talents like Hei Xia Zi, the bonus is much more than the salary. When the settlement was made last month, Hei Xia Zi's bonus was more than three times his salary.

After calming down for a while, Zhang Benling regained his composure and explained to Hei Xia Zi.

"Salary and bonus are different. I'm not the kind of unscrupulous boss who would deduct wages. You didn't make any mistakes at work, so why would I deduct your salary? I'll just reduce your bonus and teach you a lesson."

Zhang Benling said it lightly, but Hei Xia Zi burst into tears after hearing it.

Ah~ What a painful realization...

Zhang Moyu looked at this scene with satisfaction. His idea of ​​bringing Hei Xia Zi with him was indeed right!

Look, Zhang Benling was just immersed in thinking about how to make money, but after Hei Xiazi came over, he immediately started joking around and became visibly lively.

This effect is quite useful and immediate!

Zhang Moyu sighed in his heart that Hei Xia Zi was really useful, and then he thought of those tribesmen who stayed in the Qinling tribe and were unwilling to re-enter the society.

Um……

It's not okay to stay in the clan land all the time in a lifeless manner. Obviously, each of them is a talent among ordinary people. Not contributing to the family and staying at home all day planting flowers and raising cats is simply a waste of human resources.

We have to find some time to let the black bear in to make some noise for a while. What do we call this in modern society?

It should be the catfish effect.

Zhang Moyu smiled faintly, narrowed his eyes slightly, and kept thinking in his heart.

The psychology and various explorations of thinking studied by ordinary people are still very useful. They are similar to the skills of commanding subordinates that families teach when training senior executives.

Many of the things that he had previously forcibly connected and memorized based on experience, after reading books on social psychology, Zhang Moyu figured out the connections hidden beneath the surface. These seemed to be knowledge that could be understood.

If it's so useful, then there will be another course in clan studies in the future...

Zhang Moyu was happy to see this happen. As for the painful masks that his fellow tribesmen would wear on their faces when they studied in the future, that was not something he considered.