No!
Actually, there was no need to personally concoct the potion!
There were many automated production lines in Vita's legacy.
Eh, production line? F * ck it!
Most importantly, where should he put it?
No, there was still a laboratory!
They could even produce top-grade potions, let alone the first generation of low-grade potions.
I'm so f * cking stupid!
Buying medicinal herbs and extracting medicinal liquid outside could be said to be a cover for himself.
However, no one would see him concocting the medicinal liquid, so why would he foolishly concoct it himself?
Aiyo, this brain of mine, is it infected by Li Erniu? Why was he so slow?
The laboratory was very big. He couldn't take it out, and he couldn't take it out.
However, couldn't he just take out the equipment to make the medicinal liquid and throw it back into the space after making it?
Well, Yomi's mood became beautiful again.。
He swaggered behind Gong Jian and walked toward his dormitory.
Well, it was already very comfortable that they didn't encounter the Public Order Squad.
.................
"Tell me, what's the matter?" Yomi was lying on the sofa like a government official, holding a cup of medicinal tea brewed by Gong Jian. She was extremely smug!
"Is there any more of this medicine after supplying it to the recruits?”Gong Jian had long felt like he was being stabbed by thousands of arrows, but he still put on a fawning smile on his face.
"Who wants it?" Netherworld rolled her eyes and roughly knew why Gong Jian was here.
She didn't expect Gong Jian to be so interested in the Sharpshooter's Four Successive Strikes. Netherworld looked at Gong Jian thoughtfully.
"Tell me if there's any more." Gong Jian chuckled and asked a question instead of answering.
"Yes!" Netherworld sat down and replied.
After probably guessing Gong Jian's intention, Yellow Spring stopped showing off. Moreover, this was also very beneficial to him.
However, if Gong Jian had asked before Yellow Spring figured out the question, Yellow Spring would definitely have said no.
After all, how could a manual configuration be compared to a machine configuration?
The amount that the recruits used for a week of training was equivalent to the amount that Huang Quan used for a day. If the amount of the seasoned soldiers of the 4th Company of Sharpshooters was added, would Huang Quan need to rest? Would he be a company commander or a pharmacist?
If it was a man-made configuration, there would definitely not be a Sharpshooter's four companies. Netherworld was not as great as a saint who would tire herself out and sacrifice others.
Besides, once the results of the new recruits 'training were out, once Yomi handed over the formula, with the country's strength, how could the concocted medicine be less than four consecutive sharpshooters?
It was only a matter of time. With the manual configuration, Yomi would naturally come whenever she was free.
However, this was no longer a problem. Netherworld only needed to hide in the dormitory and put on an act. With the machine and sufficient materials, she could finish a whole group in a day.
The equipment in Vita's laboratory was not just for show. Compared to the situation where Yomi made mistakes in her own configuration, the medicine that was made by the machine was probably more than the medicine that Yomi made herself.
After all, Yomi was not a professional apothecary. When he was concocting potions, he would waste a lot of medicinal liquid.
The medicine that Netherworld made was only enough for the recruits to use for a week, but the medicine made by the machine would probably be enough to supply the entire camp for a week.
Of course, Netherworld would not foolishly provide so many potions.
Wasn't that looking for trouble?
Secretly getting military merits, definitely not gunners!
"Really?" Gong Jian was excited.
"Of course. Why would I lie to you?”Huang Quan rolled her eyes at Gong Jian.
"How much more?" Gong Jian didn't care about Netherworld's disdain and asked seriously.
"It's not a problem to distribute it to our entire company.”Yomi said lazily as she lay on the sofa again.
"Really?" Gong Jian immediately jumped up.
"I'll say it again. Why would I lie to you? You can even give me a pretty girl?”Huang Quan glanced at Gong Jian and mocked.
"Hey, don't look down on me. I know a lot of girls, and there are many beautiful girls.”Gong Jian knew that there was no problem with the potion. He returned to his original state and began to fight with Yomi.
"Tsk ~" Yomi used her middle finger to express her disdain.
Do you think I haven't watched television dramas? A single dog who's even afraid of blind dates, how can he know any girls? Pretty girls? Why don't you go to heaven!
"Let me tell you, I've been in the army for so many years, and I really know a lot of pretty girls.”When Gong Jian saw Huang Quan's behavior, how could he tolerate it?
" Then tell me, who are they?" Yomi downed the tea in her hand and did not even look at Gong Jian.
"F * ck, Tang Xinyi and XXX from the Military Region's General Political Department, An Ran and XXX from the Military Region's General Staff Department, XXX and Tang Xiaoxiao from the Military Region's Art Troupe. I've been in the army for many years, how could I not know pretty girls?”Gong Jian was angered by Huang Quan's attitude and blurted out a long list of names.
Netherworld was shocked.
He was truly shocked.
Huang Quanzhen didn't expect Gong Jian to know so many girls, and all of them were pretty girls.
however
After thinking about it carefully, it seemed to make sense. Gong Jian had served in the army, was a special forces soldier, attended military school, and studied abroad. Wasn't it normal for him to know these girls?
"Then why are you still single?”Yomi felt that she shouldn't be so shocked in the future. If she was shocked too much, then the UA would be worthless.
Puff…
Gong Jian almost suffered internal injuries from what Netherworld said.
Yeah, what's the use of knowing so many girls? He's still single!
"That's not what we're talking about. You said that I don't know any pretty girls, but you've heard of their names, right?”As a political worker, one had to be thick-skinned. Gong Jian had forgotten the sadness of being single in the blink of an eye.
"Most of these girls are married, okay? For example, that XXX, and that XXX, and this XXX. Their husbands are all high-ranking officers or even generals in the army.”
"Also, I remember that I said that you can't give me a pretty girl, right?”
Puff ~~~
Gong Jian felt as if he had suffered 100 billion real damage and was unable to say anything more.
What could he say? She was an old single dog. She had not even settled it herself, yet she still wanted to give warmth to others?
(To be continued)
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