Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

After drinking a few mouthfuls and moistening his throat, Mr. Wang said, "you also said it's not easy to find a drug farmer. Can the other party ask for a lower price?"

Assistant Shan Shan's scratched head, "but participate in this kind of request of medicinal material bonus, how a little lion big mouth."

In the ȧssociation, how many herbs are in and out of the account every year, even if it is one thousandth of the dividend, it is not a small amount.

Mr. Wang put the cup down and glanced at his ȧssistant. "If you can cultivate rare varieties, I will also give you dividends. The key is that you have that ability?"

The ȧssistant lowered his head in an instant.

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

The ȧssistant didn't dare to answer.

Mr. Wang gently touched his finger on his knee and thought about Xiao Xu. Then he said, "in this way, you can make an appointment with the pharmacist tomorrow, and I will see him in person."

When the ȧssistant heard this, he raised his head in surprise, "do you want to talk about it in person?"

"Well." Old Wang didn't say too much. He thought of something. He looked at his ȧssistant again, "by the way, did you receive the express in the afternoon?"

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

"Go, go, go." Mr. Wang seldom urged.

The ȧssistant went out of the office and went to the utility room next door. After a while, he returned to the president's office with the express.

Mr. Wang took the small scissors to open the box, took out a porcelain bottle from it, and then couldn't wait to open it.

Wang laowen smelled the taste, and his eyes were obviously surprised. Although it was an s-grade medicine, the rich and purified taste was obviously higher than that of the s-grade.

He poured another one in the palm of his hand.

The ȧssistant next to him seldom saw the president so excited that he could not help looking at the medicine in his palm and asked curiously, "president, what kind of medicine is this?"

Old Wang did not speak, only put the medicine back in the bottle. After he closed the lid, he let out a sigh, "it's really the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead."

Twenty year old senior pharmacist, no, probably more than that.

"You put this bottle of medicine in the collection room and mark s-grade Yiyuan pills." Mr. Wang handed the porcelain bottle to the ȧssistant.

When the ȧssistant took over the bottle, he almost shook his hand when he heard that A grade one drug? "

"Well." Old Wang glanced at his ȧssistant. "Do you know who made this medicine?"

The ȧssistant squeezed the bottle tightly, thought for a moment, and then said, "is it Mr. He?"

There are not many senior pharmacists in the ȧssociation, and there are few who can refine S-level medicine. It will be a long time since he made S-level medicine in the past two years. Now he Shu is the most gifted pharmacist in the ȧssociation. Besides him, he can't think of anyone else.

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

His apprentice talent is good, but after reading today's medicine His apprentice is a scum.

Assistant curious: "who is that?"

Mr. Wang took a sip of the water cup and said slowly, "the new vice president."

Wang nodded, "yes."

The ȧssistant looked down at the porcelain bottle in his hand. At first, when the president mentioned the vice president, he felt that he was at most A-level pharmacist. Now Is he a senior pharmacist, and can he make S-class?