Chapter 391 Do you think I'm short of money?
Qu Tong took the number she had drawn and went to the waiting area where she couldn't see the big screen, waiting for her number to be called so she could go on stage.
Qu Tong was assigned a tutor from another class, an S-level tutor.
Offstage, Zhu Jidan pulled out Qu Tong's perfect score in the academic affairs system and clicked her tongue as she looked at Han Song beside her: "Teacher Han is really good at teaching. The last one was General Si, and now another one has come."
Han Song smiled and said, "How could I possibly teach them?"
Sometimes it has to be admitted that the achievements of students with high physical fitness levels are not necessarily related to him.
"It's true what they say, birds of a feather flock together; all the perverts have ended up in the same place," Zhu Jidan remarked.
Han Song neither confirmed nor denied it.
Zhu Jidan added, "Xu An from your class is also quite good. I heard he performed exceptionally well in the recruit camp."
"That kid," Han Song nodded affirmatively, "is indeed quite good. He works harder than he is talented, and he's bold but not impetuous."
Like Qu Jianming back then, he is daring and willing to endure hardship.
As Han Song thought about it, he suddenly felt nostalgic for the time he spent as comrades-in-arms with Qu Jianming.
If the potions hadn't been so scarce back then, or if they had been able to coexist peacefully with the Zerg like they do now, they would probably still be alive and well.
Qu Tong passed all the tests smoothly, skipping levels, and will be able to receive her graduation certificate directly next year at this time.
Many people who watched it were filled with passion and envy.
Qu Tong was summoned to the palace by the Empress that very night to celebrate, and she slept in the princess room prepared for her by the Empress.
When Lan Weiying saw Qu Tong's outstanding performance in the exam on the StarNet, she felt it was dazzling and her hands unconsciously clenched.
With a "crack," the potion worth 500,000 yuan in her hand shattered, and the pain from the glass shards embedded in her flesh brought her back to her senses.
He let go of her hand, looking at the wound in his palm, a mixture of medicine and blood, and his expression grew increasingly gloomy.
"Beep-" A notification sound came from outside the door indicating that the verification was successful. Lan Weiying put her injured hand behind her back.
Looking up, I saw Lan Yuanhui walk in from the doorway.
"Xiaoying, the three pharmacists who went home before haven't returned yet." Lan Yuanhui clenched his hands, his face showing worry.
Lan Weiying's expression was indifferent: "Isn't there still one day left?"
"They're not going to stay, are they? There aren't many senior pharmacists left in our Pharmacist Guild."
Lan Yuanhui couldn't help but guess that, after all, they had wanted to withdraw from the Apothecary Guild before, and it was only by making concessions that they were temporarily appeased.
"No, they won't leave unless they get something in return."
If they went out to work independently, they might not have the same good conditions as they have now.
Which of these things doesn't cost money: medicinal herbs or equipment?
She had made sure she knew before allowing them to leave the Apothecary Guild.
The three of them usually squandered money and lived a life of extravagance, so they never managed to save any.
Human nature is greedy, and even if they had the opportunity, they wouldn't let go of such a good sales channel as the Lan family.
Even if they only take half of the profits from a 2 million dose of medicine, it's still better than them selling it themselves and taking the full 500,000.
She wouldn't have revealed this if the Lan family hadn't suffered such a major blow and been on the verge of collapse.
“Since Xiaoying said so, then I believe you.” Lan Yuanhui lacked his own opinions and habitually listened to his daughter’s advice on many things.
"Xiaoying, you're busy. I'll go check if next month's medicine is ready."
Lan Yuanhui left as he spoke, completely unaware of the bloodstains on the ground in front of Lan Weiying.
A mocking glint flashed in Lan Weiying's eyes as she took her hands out from behind her back.
He took out the medicine from the spatial button, bandaged it up simply, and then continued to prepare the medicine with a cold face.
However, things did not develop as expected.
None of the three senior pharmacists have returned, and they cannot be contacted.
Lan Weiying sent someone to check the pharmacist's house, and it was confirmed that the pharmacist had disappeared again.
The matter was reported to the military headquarters.
The pharmacist's disappearance is a serious matter, forcing Si Yuting to halt the Fifth Legion's operations and lead a team to investigate the incident.
At that time, Qu Tong had already returned to Luo Yi Star with Old Yuan.
More than half of the people on Luoyi Star noticed the changes in their physical condition, and their gratitude and admiration for Qu Tong reached an unprecedented level.
Tang Shigui and Qu Tong also gave them constitution-enhancing potions, but S-level potions could only raise their rank by one small level.
Even ordinary people like Qu Tong had Xiang Bin explain the situation to them and then let them choose whether or not to take the constitution-enhancing medicine.
After all, having a physical level increases lifespan, but it also means experiencing mental turmoil, and mental stabilization potions are a considerable expense.
To Qu Tong's surprise, everyone chose to take the medicine. Upon further inquiry, the reason left Qu Tong somewhat amused and exasperated.
Xiang Bin told them that their salaries would increase in the future.
Now that the farm is doing better and better, she and Xiang Bin have indeed developed a new salary structure.
However, the minimum standard requires three years of service before a salary adjustment, and no one on Luo Yi Star has met that requirement.
Xiang Bin knocked the man unconscious by smashing him with a large pancake.
Qu Tong brought the last batch of medicine and gave it to the remaining people.
Old Yuan's tendency to feel sorry for others kicked in again. He couldn't stand Qu Tong no matter what he did, and muttered to himself, "Such a precious medicine can only be given to A-level people to maximize its effectiveness. You just gave it to these people with weak constitutions and ordinary people for free."
"What a waste!"
"Oh my god! My heart can't take it!"
Qu Tong didn't take it seriously: "How can using it on our own people not be considered maximizing utility?"
Old Yuan was still heartbroken: "That's all money, so much money!"
Do I look like I'm short of money?
Qu Tong's words broke down Old Man Yuan's defenses: "Fine! Fine! You're rich, and I'm a pauper, I'm a pauper, humph! You evil rich people!"
Old Yuan left, grumbling and cursing.
He finds researching pharmaceuticals more practical; he loves pharmaceuticals!
Qu Tong reached out to admire the manicure Xiang Tao had done for her; it was pink and delicate, quite pretty.
Suddenly, an alarm popped up on the computer.
[Unidentified object has invaded!]
[Unidentified creatures have invaded!]
The planetary control system connected to the quantum computer gave two warnings, then inexplicably returned to calm.
The red dot on the surveillance screen also disappeared.
Qu Tong frowned, got up and left the villa. The red dot had just appeared in the direction of the back mountain.
Qu Tong had just reached the boundary of the isolation barrier on the back mountain when she saw a figure.
Cyprus?
It's almost certain that this is what triggered the alarm.
Cyprus has reverted to the appearance of a six or seven-year-old child, but the purple totem around his neck remains.
Cyprus got up from the ground, pale-faced, and pitifully called out "Sister".
Seeing Cyprus's weak appearance, Qu Tong approached curiously and asked, "How did you recover so much? Were you injured?"
Just as Cyprus was about to answer Qu Tong's question, he sensed a special aura. He opened his blue eyes and stared intently at Qu Tong.
After a long pause, she asked dejectedly, "Will my sister not want me anymore?"
Qu Tong: "??"
Cyprus's beautiful blue eyes drooped, like a pitiful little dog.
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