For example, if a powerful person wants to concoct a drug that can delay aging, they will give money to an alchemist to develop it; this is the most common form of cooperation.
But another option is to go all out to support the alchemist in establishing a separate alchemy laboratory outside, and to provide all the funding for all expenses, regardless of whether they are directly related to the alchemist.
This is something only big spenders would do; it's something you can only hope to do once in a while.
After all, if these powerful figures in St. Brand want something, they can simply ask the Alchemist Guild for a deal; there's no need for them to specifically support and patronize an alchemist.
Most alchemists also need to concoct all sorts of useless, random things that can improve their alchemical skills. These things don't benefit the investors behind them at all; they're just throwing money at the problem.
Therefore, it is not cost-effective to train an alchemist.
Unless it's like the Alchemist Association director 'Flame Sage' Fast, who was killed by Yang Cheng before, and his backer Huggins, where both sides suffer together and prosper together, having a vested interest.
Currently, within the entire Alchemist Guild, there are no more than ten individuals with substantial financial backing and their own independent alchemy laboratories; all of them are high-ranking and powerful top-tier alchemists.
Hohenheim was usually eccentric and reclusive, so it's no wonder that others were envious that he was entitled to have such a private alchemy laboratory where he could freely research and create whatever he wanted.
Morton shook his head and said, "Don't be envious. Hohenheim's alchemy skills are actually very high, but he doesn't have enough funds to develop more successful alchemy techniques, so he hasn't reached the top level."
It's quite normal that he was valued and funded to establish an alchemy laboratory. Do you know who's behind him?
Several alchemists shook their heads.
This is actually quite normal. Most alchemy labs are backed by mysterious patrons, and no one wants to know that they are supporting an alchemist. Some secrets need to be kept hidden.
Once everything in Hohenheim had been moved and there was no one blocking their way in the hall, Yang Cheng and Morton left, taking with them some reference books about the lost city of Kabbalah.
There isn't much information about the lost city of Kabbalah; some of it is mentioned indirectly, but it's all rather vague.
Yang Cheng took the materials, hoping to find something useful, but after several days he still couldn't figure it out.
That evening, Yang Cheng had just finished cooking and was about to eat when there was a knock on the door.
That's right, Yang Cheng has been cooking for himself these past few days. He really can't stand these terrible dishes and those breads that could kill someone.
The door opened, and Hughes was standing in the doorway.
"Is there some extraordinary event that requires my intervention?"
Hughes nodded and said, "I guess so. The director isn't sure either, which is why he invited you, Mr. Yang."
"It's not an urgent case, you can come after you finish your meal."
As he spoke, Hughes sniffed the air; the aroma wafted through the room, and his stomach rumbled.
Houston smiled sheepishly.
"Since you're not in a hurry, come in and eat with us."
"Then I won't stand on ceremony."
Hughes rubbed his hands together, sitting down at the table with a slightly embarrassed expression. Seeing Yang Chengxian start eating with two small wooden sticks as strange utensils, he couldn't wait to start eating as well.
In fact, with Yang Cheng's current physical strength, he wouldn't starve to death even if he didn't eat for a year. Eating every day is partly a habit, as he would feel uncomfortable if he didn't eat, and partly to satisfy his appetite.
Therefore, Yang Cheng's dishes were all very simple: a plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes, a pot of chicken stew with potatoes, and a braised beef dish, all made with common and readily available ingredients.
Yang Cheng had had enough of the bread here. Rice was available, but it tasted strange compared to the rice in the main world, which made Yang Cheng, who was used to Northeast rice, feel uncomfortable. So he simply bought some flour and started making pancakes.
Hughes wolfed down most of the food Yang Cheng had prepared, then let out a satisfied burp and gave Yang Cheng an embarrassed smile.
"I always feel that your bureau chief has been embezzling your food allowance."
Hughes shook his head and said, "Sometimes the director even uses his own salary to subsidize our food expenses."
But Mrs. Grace's cooking at the police station canteen... was mainly focused on filling one's stomach.
If the main purpose is to fill your stomach, then it definitely won't taste very good.
Yang Cheng stood up and said, "Alright, let's go now. We can talk about what happened on the way."
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