Wang Lao drank a few sips of water, moistened his throat, and then said: "You also said that it is not easy to find a drug farmer, can the other party ask for a lower price?"
The assistant scratched his head embarrassingly, "But the request to participate in the dividends of medicinal materials is a bit of a lion's mouth."
How many medicinal materials are in and out of the association's account every year, even if it is a dividend of one-thousandth, it is not a small amount.
Old General Wang put down his cup and glanced sideways at his assistant, "If you can breed rare varieties, I will also give you dividends. The key is do you have the ability?"
The assistant lowered his head instantly.
Wang Lao shook his head, "You people are just too narrow-minded."
The assistant didn't even dare to answer.
Mr. Wang lightly tapped his fingers on his knees, thought about Xiao Xu, and then said: "Well, you can make an appointment with this Yao Nong tomorrow, and I will meet him in person."
When the assistant heard it, he raised his head in surprise, "You want to talk in person?"
"Yeah." Mr. Wang didn't say much, he remembered something, and looked at his assistant again, "By the way, did you receive the courier this afternoon?"
He remembered that Xiao Huo said that he sent him a courier in the same city.
"Yes." The assistant nodded, "I'll get it for you now."
"Go, go." Wang Lao rarely urged.
The assistant hurried out of the office and went to the utility room next door. After a while, he returned to the president's office with a courier.
Mr. Wang picked up the small scissors to open the box, took out a porcelain bottle from inside, and opened it impatiently.
Wang Lao sniffed the smell, and his eyes showed obvious surprise. Although it was an S-grade medicine, the strong and purified taste was obviously higher than that of S-grade medicine.
He poured another one into the palm of his hand.
It was rare for the assistant next to him to see the chairman so excited, he couldn't help but look at the medicine in his palm, and asked curiously: "President, what kind of medicine is this?"
Mr. Wang didn't speak, he just put the medicine back into the bottle, and after closing the lid, he let out a sigh, "It's really the waves behind the Yangtze River that push the waves ahead."
A twenty-year-old senior alchemist, no, may be far beyond this level.
The assistant couldn't understand what the president was saying at all, and just looked at him quietly.
"You put this bottle of medicine in the storage room and mark it as S-grade Yiyuan pill." Old Wang handed the porcelain bottle in his hand to the assistant.
When the assistant took the bottle, he almost trembled when he heard Mr. Wang's words, "S... grade medicine?"
"Yeah." Mr. Wang glanced at the assistant, "Do you know who made this medicine?"
The assistant squeezed the bottle tightly, thought for a while, and said, "Could it be Mr. He?"
There are not many senior alchemists in the association, and there are very few who can refine S-level medicines. Him, 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 today's medicine... his apprentice is a scumbag.
The assistant was curious: "Who is that?"
Wang Lao took the water glass again, took a sip, and replied slowly: "The new vice president."
The assistant was taken aback for a moment, but when he realized it, he opened his eyes, "Is that Vice President Huo??"
Old Wang nodded, "Yes."
The assistant looked down at the porcelain vase in his hand. When he first heard the president mention the vice president, he thought he was at most an A-level alchemist. S class
(end of this chapter)