Chapter 273 Sang Yian: I'm really short of money (1 update)
Sang Yian took out the A6 notebook she carried with her and checked the to-do list.
The protective clothing needed by the little prince has been obtained.
The application for the water-grained paper has been successful.
The APP is online and completed.
Looking for an office location, to be determined.
There are more and more employees. Now the APP development and maintenance are placed in the paper mill. Fortunately, the space here is large enough to accommodate four big guys.
However, this is not a long-term solution. She needs a centralized office location.
"Leave this to me. Do you want to find one near the urban village?"
Anle is very self-conscious. Her current position is Sang Yian's all-purpose secretary. She can do everything and handle everything.
Who knows, Sang Yian said, "Put this aside for now, let the part-timers do this kind of non-technical work, your time is precious, don't waste it here."
Part-time?
It seems that there is only one part-timer in the whole supermarket.
Silently lit the candle for Lu Zhiyuan.
"You can learn about biomedical laboratories, whether you acquire them or set them up yourself. However, I need full funding, and the research results must belong to the company."
The things in the primitive tribe are destined to be mainly plants. If they are not used well, I always feel that it is too much of a loss. Apart from
other things, the Hebianqing she raised on the balcony must have something. There was originally a scar on her finger, which was cut when she was peeling apples for Mu Chenan when she was a child.
In fact, the scar is just a line, and the color is not dark. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.
But in recent days, she has been looking for a long time, but she just can't see it!
At first she thought she was dazzled or her eyesight was declining. She also asked Anle, Beibei and even the little parrot to look for it together, but none of them found it.
The three of them thought she was showing off her fair and slender fingers.
Sang Yian felt so wronged. God knows, she really had a scar on her index, middle and ring finger.
She usually uses hand cream, which is not a big brand. It is Yumeijing that she has been using since she was a child. She has always used it as a hand cream. It is cheap and comes in large quantities. She doesn't feel bad about using it.
She has been using it for more than 20 years. The disappearance of the scar must have nothing to do with this.
She thought about it for a long time and ruled out all the impossibilities. The only thing left was that she had to take care of the river green on the balcony every day.
Watering, plucking leaves, every time she handles the leaves at the root, the juice of the leaves will get on her hands if she is not careful.
The scar on her finger should be related to Hebianqing.
However, she is not sure.
Fortunately, she had an appendicitis surgery when she was in high school, and the scar was enough for her experiment.
After the laboratory is set up, Hebianqing will definitely be the first research subject. If it is really as she guessed, it can really benefit some people.
For the rigor of the experiment, Sang Yian would click and take a picture of the incision of the appendicitis before applying the leaves of Hebianqing on the scar every day.
She wanted to see what the effect would be after a month.
Sang Yian had already started to fantasize here, but after she walked for a long distance, she realized that there was no one around her.
She looked back and found that Anle had been standing there blankly for some time, staring into the void, with no focus and confusion.
Sang Yian hurried back and waved his hand in front of her eyes, "What's wrong? Are you possessed? Are you possessed by a ghost?"
Anle came to her senses and asked uncertainly, "Boss, did you say something wrong just now? Aren't we going to build a biomedical laboratory?"
"You're right, it's a biomedical laboratory." Sang Yian said.
Anle took a deep breath, "Boss, although I don't know much about this, this is a money-burning business! The money is calculated in billions!" "
And, as far as I know, such money-burning laboratories have several investors to share the financial pressure and risks. If you want to own it all by yourself, it is basically impossible to acquire it, unless you build it yourself."
"Then build it yourself. It doesn't need to be big, nor do you need many researchers. It can be small, but have everything. Do you understand what I mean?"
Sang Yian asked.
Anle wanted to scratch her hair anxiously, "To build a biomedical laboratory, not to mention other things, all kinds of experimental equipment will cost a lot. Boss, why don't you think about it again?"
Sang Yian said firmly, "Don't think about it, I must do this."
Anle really didn't understand, "Boss, why do you have to build a biomedical laboratory?"
Sang Yian looked up at the sky and lied seriously, "There's no way, who let me have a great dream of being a scientific researcher?"
Anle: "..."
"Then this dream may be a bit expensive."
Sang Yian smiled strongly, "It doesn't matter, I have money!"
The more grandiose she said, the more distressed she was.
She imagined everything too simply, thinking that the income from selling the medicinal materials traded by the little prince would be enough to support her next plan.
Now it seems that it is not enough!
This biomedical laboratory is a giant money-eating beast!
With the funds she currently has, she would be very lucky if she could set up a laboratory.
Fortunately, the small supermarket and the app will continue to make money for her, otherwise, she is worried that her income will be cut off.
Sang Yian feels that she is too poor.
I really want to be a rich person!
Feeling the financial pressure, Sang Yian feels that she needs to make up for it, and only food can comfort her sad heart.
A fruit wood roasted duck is a must!
Sang Yian carried two roasted ducks back to the second floor.
The little parrot turned its little head, smelled the smell, and flew in from the second-floor window.
Sangbaba is very popular recently. Many customers who come to the small supermarket will take out their mobile phones and take pictures of it when they see it.
When the little parrot found out that someone was taking pictures of it, it would secretly pose, hoping to capture its majestic side.
That's right, it's a palm-sized parrot, even if an international photography master came, I'm afraid there's no way to make it look majestic.
The customers were holding up their phones and taking pictures of the little parrot, when the little parrot suddenly disappeared.
The camera was empty, causing a commotion among the customers.
"Where did such a big parrot go?"
"Where's my Sang Baba? Why is he missing? He can't be lost, right?"
Beibei, who was sitting at the cashier, smiled and said, "It's not enough, our boss is back, and he probably brought some delicious food."
Everyone felt sorry for it.
Someone with quick thinking immediately asked the little parrot what it liked to eat, and asked it to bring some food with it next time it came, and maybe it could even rub the little parrot.
It was quite clever.
Meanwhile, Sang Yian sat at the dining table, trying to calm her poor heart with delicious food.
The little parrot stood directly on the dining table, also lowering its head to gnaw on the duck leg, and its speed was no slower than Sang Yian's, and it ate even more deliciously than she did.
Sang Yian asked a soul-searching question, "You always urged me to serve customers before, but now I'm resting for the National Day holiday, why don't you urge me to work?"
The little parrot paused while chewing the duck leg, with a shiny mouth and eyes full of sincerity, "Don't I want you to rest for a few more days?"
It stretched out its wings on both sides, paced back and forth on the dining table, and said slowly, "I'm not a conscienceless capitalist or a cruel Zhou Paopi. My partner is in poor health, and I force you to serve customers?"
"I'm doing this all for you!"
The little parrot said with emotion in a pretentious manner.
Sang Yian was unmoved, and looked at it with a chuckle, "You are fooling me, let me hear what else you can say?"
The little parrot: "..."
Can it change its partner?
This is too clever, it's too hard to fool.