"Hurry, take it out and let me see it!" After saying this, Commons rushed in without caring whether there was poison gas or not.
He was not stupid. He noticed that Zeng Mishan had drunk the coffee, so the poisonous gas in it should have dissipated.
In the laboratory, Commons was a little excited and was attracted by an iron plate at first sight.
There was a small pile of two or three-inch crystals placed on the plate, shining brightly, making it difficult to look away.
Commons picked up a dozen crystals with tweezers and examined them, his eyes seeming to penetrate them.
"Okay, okay, okay, Pete, is this really made by you?" Commons grabbed the iron plate reluctantly.
In order to protect this industry, he spared no expense to kidnap the Colombian drug lord, but he didn't expect that this was a waste of time.
The unit price of this thing in front of us has exceeded that of gold, and it is the kind of product that can be dumped as soon as it is sold.
"How did you do it? No, Mr. Zeng, how did you do it?" Commons' eyes were full of admiration. What else could a husband ask for with such a beautiful woman?
Little Pete was unhappy. What did his uncle mean? Why didn't he ask himself first? Was he trying to erase his own achievements?
Little did he know that Commons had already figured out his nephew's true level.
Otherwise, he would not have been sent to Columbia for further studies.
"It's not all my credit. Pete understands the principles and I understand the technology. Once we work together, we can raise the level." Zeng Mishan gave a very pertinent answer.
The reason why he pulled Pete along was mainly because he was young, which would make it easier for him to act in the future.
Upon hearing this, Pete was very happy and thought that Lao Zeng was not only a skilled technician but also a good person.
I am one step closer to buying a supercar!
As a second-generation rich man, he felt that he was not worthy of it. His uncle was too stingy and was only willing to spend money on his studies, but not on anything else.
In two years, I will be almost 30 years old. I am also a man, and I have needs too... sports car, sports car, sports car, I must buy it! Pete shouted anxiously in his heart.
"Hmm!" Commons hummed, agreeing with Zeng Mishan's opinion. He then looked at his nephew and said slowly, "Well done! Go see a doctor."
Although it was just a casual remark, little Pete felt very comfortable because his uncle had always yelled at him since he was a child.
He rarely heard such a gentle tone.
He was very happy with this feeling, and felt that his uncle finally took him seriously. This was the treatment he deserved.
After watching his nephew leave, Commons regained his former demeanor. He stepped forward and took Zeng Mishan's shoulder, saying generously:
"Mr. Zeng, I was right about you. Very good, very good! If you have any needs here, as long as they are not excessive, I can satisfy you."
Hearing this, Zeng Mishan took off his glasses and said tiredly, "Making money this way is too slow. I thought of a few new products last night and wanted to try them out."
"Let's talk in my office." Holding Zeng Mishan's shoulders, Commons was reluctant to let go. He felt like he was holding a treasure in his arms.
In the office, the two men sat opposite each other, and Commons showed great interest.
He asked a lot of questions, including the style, selling points, features, manufacturing difficulty, and raw materials of the new product. He was very interested.
Air deodorizer?
toad?
When Commons heard that Zeng Mishan wanted to experiment with these two things, he smiled even more. The raw materials were too easy to obtain and would not be noticed at all.
"Don't worry, Mr. Zeng. I will definitely support your invention, and I look forward to your excellent work."
After saying that, Commons stood up and opened the wine cabinet behind him, which contained many famous wines and cigarettes. Commons picked out a bottle of champagne and took out a box of cigars.
"Mr. Zeng, this is what you deserve."
Few people can enjoy cigars and champagne in prison; even Boss Yi would marvel at the luxury.
Zeng Mishan accepted the gift naturally and pretended to be grateful: "Warden, don't worry, I will speed up the process."
"Yeah!" Commons nodded with satisfaction, and the yellow man in front of him looked more and more pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that the conversation was almost over, Zeng Mishan pinched his brows and said tiredly: "I still have to make drugs tonight, so I won't bother the warden."
"Don't disturb me, don't disturb me, Mr. Zeng, just rest in peace." Commons' politeness made people a little uncomfortable.
When Zeng Mishan was about to leave, Commons, who was leaning back in his chair, suddenly made a decision. He stared at his back and said, "Mr. Zeng, your card will be activated for you today."
After saying that, he gave Zeng Mishan a generous smile.
Upon hearing this, Zeng Mishan, who had arrived at the door, froze in his tracks, feeling noticeably stiff.
"Thank you, I will keep working hard!" Lao Zeng was really happy thinking that he could spend the 100 contribution points.
I thought to myself that I finally didn’t have to ask for money in such an awkward manner.
Zeng Mishan breathed a sigh of relief after returning to his residence.
He walked to the blind spot of the surveillance, took off his vest, and took out a bag of methamphetamine weighing about 10 grams.
This is just a drop in the bucket for him. The production is under his control. As long as it is not excessive, I believe that even if Commons finds out, he will not make things difficult for him.
Holding the methamphetamine in his hand, Zeng Mishan raised it high and began to stare at it intently.
On the first day in prison, all he thought about was how to escape and go home.
On the fourth day in prison, the first step in his transformation to evil was to open up his mind.
Escape, why should I escape? It shouldn't be me who should be afraid, but them.
After thinking about it, Zeng Mishan's mouth curled up dangerously.
Warden's Office.
Commons put his legs on the table, holding a cigar in his left hand, and closed his eyes in intoxication.
"Having talent is like being pregnant. It takes a long time for people to see it." His eyes suddenly opened and Commons blurted out a golden sentence.
Without changing his sitting position, he grabbed the telephone cord with his right hand, pulled the phone closer to him, and skillfully dialed a number.
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