Chapter 1285 The Returnee's Notes 359
She had heard of this company before; it had always been a background player in the industry, rarely making a name for itself and having little presence.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a venomous snake.
During this period, every time a new drug was released, it would coincide with their drug, and the price would be even lower.
It's obvious they're targeting them, and the same goes for medical equipment.
Fortunately, Wangjiang Group does not make money by selling medicine.
Instead, it's about investment, and...
Yi Mu stubbed out her cigarette and then got up to head to the experimental base.
"Mom went out." The little girl, who was lying in the attic, put away her binoculars.
The boy flipped through the book in his hand for a while, then shoved it back onto the shelf. "Let's go play in the garden!"
Another, even younger child was playing with a toy gun. Hearing this, he didn't get excited. He just said, "My third sister caught a cold and died because she was playing too much. You guys shouldn't go out in this weather."
The girl pouted and put her hands on her hips, replying, "That's because Third Sister is weak. We are very strong. What are we afraid of with a little wind and rain?"
And watching horror movies in the garden in this weather is the most enjoyable thing ever!
"Whether he leaves or not, why are you paying attention to him?"
Both of them went outside, leaving only the youngest child, who also threw down the toy gun in his hand and ran to the computer to type code.
He has no classes today, so he can play with what he likes.
On the other side, after overcoming numerous obstacles, Yi's mother finally saw the person she wanted to see, who was also her current husband.
Mr. Yi was not a businessman. After marrying Ms. Yi, he handed over the management of the Yi family business and Wangjiang Group to her, while he was only responsible for research.
He considered himself a pure scientist and believed he should not be bothered by worldly matters.
As for the research... Mother Yi raised an eyebrow, glancing at the baby in the incubator. "Is this the latest one?"
"Of course not."
Mr. Yi adjusted his glasses and led Mrs. Yi to another laboratory. "That was a custom-made child, but it wasn't done well. Although he looks good, he has many genetic defects... His lifespan won't be long."
If he is strong enough to survive, we will try to save him; if his assessed value is less than 30%, we will dispose of him.
Then, pointing to the neatly arranged embryos in front, he said, "These are the latest research products."
"This enhances her language module, predicting she'll be able to master three languages by age three. And this one—his intelligence is excellent, his physical abilities are great, and they possess genes that naturally resist certain viruses..."
What do ethics mean to them?
However, artificial wombs have not yet overcome the technological bottlenecks in fetal neural development and hormone interaction, and are far from meeting expectations.
Therefore, they need some human petri dishes. These things seem difficult, but as long as there is money and as long as they don't have enough space to survive, there will always be someone willing to mortgage their uterus, this last piece of land.
The future will eventually move in this direction: the rich will have children who are better looking, more intelligent, and physically stronger; they will customize their own superior offspring.
The era of customized elites, the era of superhumans.
How are the children at home?
After walking around for a while, Mr. and Mrs. Yi finally remembered to ask their child.
"Everything's going well. Each child has two nannies, and I've checked their academic progress—they're excellent... But one of them died last week, without any warning. It was multiple organ failure..."
However, when speaking to the other children, she said that she died because she was weak and caught a cold.
Raising a group of children who don't know they were genetically modified, and another group who know how they came to be, is also an experiment.
When Yi's mother mentioned the child's death, Yi's father didn't even flinch.
"I've been too busy lately. I'll look at his records when I have some free time, and then arrange for the children to have physical examinations."
He was inherently detached from emotions. Even when he heard that his only naturally born child had died, he only sighed and regretted that the technology wasn't advanced enough back then, otherwise Yi Mingdu would have been smarter.
Even without any modifications, Yi Mingdu inherited his intelligence, making him smarter than most children and even getting into the gifted youth program.
He is a genius in the eyes of outsiders.
But in his eyes, it was still imperfect.
For some reason, Yi's father turned to face Yi's mother and said, "I remember Mingdu seemed to have a classmate, um, the one who killed him."
"Your name is Xie Ning, right?"
"It's been so long, haven't you caught her yet?"
Xie Ning was perfect in his eyes. She was very intelligent. From the limited information he had gathered, he knew that she was definitely a genius in a different field. He wished he could get her genes.
Yi's father was eager to know if a child with Xie Ning's genes would be even more perfect.
When Xie Ning was mentioned, Yi's mother's expression turned sour. Her influence in the country had been repeatedly thwarted. Although there was no direct evidence pointing to Xie Ning, she always felt that Xie Ning was involved.
Moreover, Xie Ning was too well hidden; she couldn't find him at all and had no way to make a move. Otherwise, her outstretched hand would be chopped off.
They were warned that Xie Ning was not a person who could move.
Seeing that Yi's mother looked unwell, Yi's father lowered his demands, "If possible, a corpse will also be acceptable."
After reviewing Xie Ning's resume and medical records, he was genuinely interested.
This is simply the perfect mother.
Yi's mother remained silent, only thinking about the express delivery that had been transferred from China a couple of days ago, and about Yue Lao, whom she had previously worked with, who was now dead.
And all his things are gone.
This made Yi's mother even more irritable. Whether the old man was dead or not didn't matter; what mattered was that he held the secret to longevity.
She wanted that thing.
Unfortunately, the other person was already dead, so she could only hope that the other person had left anything of value.
After some investigation, it was discovered that all of Elder Yue's belongings had been taken by a mysterious person.
To this day, she still hasn't found that person.
Yi's mother never expected Chen Qi, because in her eyes, Chen Qi was already dead.
Even if Yi's mother knew about Chen Qi, her hope of finding Chen Qi and seizing Yue Lao's relics would be dashed.
After several improvements and tests, Luo Ying's research technology was successfully sent to outer space by satellite, and Xie Ning also successfully used his privileges to find Chen Qi.
Looking at the person in the computer file, Xie Ning thought to himself, "No wonder." After all, the ID card Chen Qi was using now was his own, and he was hiding in a remote place.
Fortunately, he didn't hide in some remote mountain forest, otherwise the chances of finding him would have been extremely slim.
Without alerting anyone, Xie Ning asked for leave and then left his bodyguards to go to the town where Chen Qi was.
At that time, Chen Qizheng was feeding the soul he had finally obtained to the bride in the coffin.
Whether it was a problem with his technique or he hadn't captured enough souls, the lividity on the bride's body had faded a bit, but she just couldn't regenerate life force and return it to the blood droplets.
At first, he had high hopes that the blood bead would completely cure his illness. However, he never expected that once the life force in the blood bead was exhausted, his hair would slowly turn white again and his body would gradually weaken.
That's why he was so anxious, running around collecting souls, and he especially liked to pretend to be someone performing a ritual to help the dead go to the homes of people who had just died to grab their souls.
Those people were incredibly stupid; they actually believed he was performing a ritual to help the dead pass on, and even gave him red envelopes as thanks.
Of course, it was fortunate that there weren't many people in the same industry in this small town, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to keep this a secret.
Thunder roared, and raindrops pelted the glass like broken beads.
Chen Qi lit several soul lamps, and could still hear the screams of the souls, but they quickly disappeared. This was a method he had figured out.
Before long, the lamp began to emit starlight that fell upon the bride.
Chen Qi's face lit up with joy.
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