Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

After drinking a few sips of water and moisturizing his throat, Mr. Wang said, "You also said that finding a medicine farmer is not easy. Can the other party ask for a low price?"

The assistant scratched his head in a jealous manner, "But the requirement to participate in the dividend distribution of medicinal materials, how can there be a bit of a lion's mouth."

How many medicinal materials [567 Chinese www.yue20.com] are paid in and out of the association each year, even if it is a one-thousandth dividend, that is not a small amount.

Elder Wang put the cup down and glanced at the assistant sideways, "If you can breed rare varieties, I will also pay you dividends. The key is that you have that ability?"

The assistant lowered his head instantly.

Old Wang shook his head, "You people are too narrow-minded."

The assistant didn't even dare to answer.

Old Wang lightly tapped his finger on his knee, thought about Xiao Xu, and said: "In this way, you can make an appointment with this medicine farmer tomorrow, and I will see him in person."

When the assistant heard this, he raised his head in surprise, "You want to talk in person?"

"Yeah." Old Wang didn't say too much. Thinking of something, he looked at the assistant again, "By the way, did you receive the express delivery this afternoon?"

He remembered that Xiao Huo said that he was sending him a city express.

"Yes." The assistant nodded, "I'll get it for you now."

"Hurry up and go," Wang Lao urged rarely.

The assistant hurriedly walked out of the office and went to the utility room next door. After a while, he took the courier and returned to the president's office.

Old Wang picked up the scissors and opened the box, took out a porcelain bottle from the inside, and then opened it impatiently.

Wang Lao smelled the smell, and his eyes showed obvious surprise. Although it was an S-grade medicine, the rich and refined taste was obviously higher than that of the S-grade.

He poured another pill in his palm.

The assistant next to him was rare to see the president so excited, couldn't help but set his eyes on the medicine in his palm, and asked curiously: "President, what kind of medicine is this?"

Old Wang didn't speak, but put the medicine back into the bottle. After closing the lid, he let out a sigh, "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River pushing the waves forward."

Twenty-year-old senior alchemist, no, it may be far more than this level.

The assistant didn't understand what the president was talking about, so he looked at him quietly.

"You put this bottle of medicine in the collection room and mark S-grade Yiyuan pills." Senior General Wang handed the porcelain bottle to the assistant.

When the assistant took the bottle, he almost shook his hand when he heard Wang Lao's words, "S... grade medicine?"

"Yeah." Old Wang glanced at his assistant, "Do you know who made this medicine?"

The assistant squeezed the bottle tightly, thought about it, and said: "Could it be Mr. He?"

There are not many high-level pharmacists in the association, and there are few who can refine S-level medicine. They will grow long and only refined S-level medicine in the first two years. And now the most talented person in the association is Heshu, except He, he couldn't think of anyone else.

Old Wang shook his head, "It's not him."

His apprentice's talent is good, but after seeing this medicine today... his apprentice is just a scum.

The assistant was curious: "Who is that?"

Mr. Wang held the water glass again, took a sip, and replied slowly: "The newly joined vice president."

The assistant was taken aback for a moment, and when he reacted, he opened his eyes, "Just the Vice President Huo?"

Old Wang nodded, "Yes."

The assistant looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand. When he first heard the president mentioned the vice president, he felt that at most he was a refining A. grade pharmacist. Now... he is actually an advanced pharmacist, and he can refining. Out of S grade?