Richard walked to the courtyard and opened the door.
Outside the gate of the courtyard, Alex, who was as short as a winter melon, stood with a smile on his face. Behind Alex, there were several carriages parked, full of goods, and several hard laborers waiting for orders.
Seeing Richard, Alex's eyes lit up at first, then he rubbed his hands and said, "My dearest friend, Mr. Richard, I have got all the goods for you this time. But I have to say that some parts are more difficult. Yes, I spent a lot of effort, I..."
"I'll add 10% to the price." Richard said simply.
"Okay!" Alex's eyes widened, and he smiled like a 200-pound child, "Okay, I know that Sir Richard will never let me suffer!"
After saying that, Alex turned his head, waved quickly to the guys behind him, and shouted: "Hurry up, don't be stunned, hurry up and bring the goods in for Sir Richard."
"yes!"
The guys didn't dare to be nagging, so they quickly moved, unloaded the boxes one by one from the car and walked into the courtyard. Because I knew that the items in the box were glassware, I was very careful and placed them gently on the courtyard floor.
After moving the boxes, the man began to move in the extremely heavy and strong iron cans one by one. The iron can is cylindrical in shape, eighty to ninety centimeters high and more than twenty centimeters in diameter. The mouth of the jar has been specially processed. Once it is closed, there will be no leakage at all if something is put inside. In addition, in order to meet Richard's need for sturdiness, the can was surprisingly thick. An iron can was like a cannonball, and it took several men to lift it. After finally carrying it to the yard, as soon as I let go, a deep hole was made in the ground.
The waiter was sweating and carried the tin cans one by one into the yard. Alex looked at Richard and wondered why Richard spent a very high price to make these seemingly useless cans. A pair of fine little eyes had returned to normal at this time. They flashed and asked: "Sir Richard, what do you want so many iron cans for?"
"Fill the water." Richard replied calmly.
"Uh..." Alex didn't know how to reply.
He really didn't know how to reply. Richard's answer made him couldn't help but suspect that the water he understood and the water Richard said might be somewhat different. Otherwise, why do we need such strange iron cans to hold water
At this time, the man finally finished moving the tin cans, but without stopping, he started carrying heavy bags one by one into the courtyard and piled them on the ground. After a while, the bags piled up into a small mountain, and the volume continued to increase. Occasionally, the bag would crack, and white powder would flow out, like snow.
Alex knew, not snow, but salt.
Yes, salt.
Salt is not too expensive in White Rock Tower. In fact, it is not too expensive on the entire east coast. After all, it is close to the ocean and salt is almost inexhaustible.
But salt is not expensive, but it does not mean it is cheap. In order to save money, farmers generally only use a large amount of salt when pickling some perishable food, and usually make the food taste very bland. There is no one like Richard who hoards salt like crazy.
Alex looked at the "salt mountain" piling up higher and higher, and couldn't help but feel a toothache. He thought to himself, how strong does Richard's taste have to be to need so much salt? Most people wouldn't be able to eat so much in ten lifetimes, right
Looking at Richard's obviously abnormal skin color, Alex was secretly wary that maybe he was like this because he ate too much salt. It seemed that he would ask Mrs. Amanda to put less salt when cooking in the future.
Half a day later, the salt was also moved, and then some sundries.
By the time the carriages outside were emptied, the waiters were so tired that they could hardly stand.
Richard glanced at it and saw that everything on the list was complete, and paid the balance to Alex.
Holding the crystal coins for the final payment, Alex smiled so hard that his mouth almost split. He walked out of the door quickly, then tried hard to suppress his smile, walked up to several waiters, and took out a silver coin.
"Now, this is your hard work fee." Alex said.
Several guys took the poor silver coins together and drove away in the carriage with a lot of thanks. Alex walked to the end of the street humming a little song.
Richard in the courtyard looked at all this, shook his head slightly, and then closed the door with a creak.
As soon as he closed the door, Richard noticed something was wrong. He turned around suddenly and looked at the purple figure who was secretly rummaging through the boxes in the yard.
"Pandora!" Richard said seriously.
"Scared—" Pandora looked over, holding the test tube she found from the box, pouting, "I just want to help you."
"That's weird." Richard said angrily, "I think you just want to hear the 'crash' sound of broken glass and like to collect shiny glass shards. Don't deny it, I've seen all your glass shards There are several boxes full.”
Pandora said: "Then I'll help you, okay? Besides, the glass tube is broken and it's useless in the first place. It doesn't matter if I install it."
"Even so, you have to complete today's power generation task, otherwise you won't be allowed to brush the test tubes." Richard said firmly.
"I... okay..." Pandora compromised, lowered her head, and walked towards the house a little dejectedly.
"The glass tube in the hand." Richard had an insight.
Pandora turned around, reluctantly put down the glass tube she was holding, and went into the house to work honestly.
…
In a blink of an eye, night falls.
In the laboratory, under the illumination of candlelight, Pandora pulled out two huge boxes from under her wooden bed, opened them carefully, and saw that they were full of shiny fragments - glass fragments.
Seeing the glass fragments, Pandora's eyes also lit up, as bright as stars.
Pandora admired her "wealth" without anyone disturbing her - because at this time Richard was busy handling various petri dishes.
Now Richard's petri dish work has increased a lot. On the one hand, the previous blood colony of God continues to be improved and cultivated.
In addition to the blood of God, it was also the cultivation and research of mushroom pneumonia spores, because he wanted to find out what the pathogenic bacteria was and see if there was any possibility of using it - a case of pneumonia would not be in vain.
After that, there is a test culture for penicillin and other antibiotics, which is a reminder of the mushroom pneumonia spores. Because he had Bailang Duoxi on his hands, he was able to escape the pneumonia this time, but he couldn't tell when he would be infected by other germs. After all, the quantity of Bailang Duoxi is limited, and the side effects are too great. It would be better to find a way to make more powerful antibacterial drugs such as penicillin.
He is relatively familiar with the culture and purification process of penicillin, and can use drift bottles to improve penicillin and increase its output. The only thing to do now is to obtain and screen excellent vaccines. Through Alex, he has obtained different molds and is constantly cultivating and testing them, hoping for a good result.
At present, there are no problems and everything is progressing steadily, but after a period of time, it is likely that a larger biological laboratory will be needed to meet the needs.
This gave him a headache.
It is not difficult to simply open a biological laboratory. After all, there are many empty rooms in the laboratory, and the space for a specialized biological laboratory was set aside from the beginning.
But now is different from the past. The appearance of people from mysterious organizations such as Solmen and Mu Keni forced him to stay vigilant. He didn't think that the other party's organization would do nothing if they killed Suomen before. From a safety perspective, after he has dealt with the secrets of the White Rock Tower and the Black Spirit King, he must leave White Rock City in time if something goes wrong.
In this case, expanding the biological laboratory will inevitably be a drag.