Chapter 532

"Are you going to make drugs for your own use?"

"Well." Mu Qingge said: "in fact, I had this idea for a long time, but because of my cousin and Murong Shizi, I had to hide my medical skills, so I didn't implement this idea."

Rong Jue pulled her face. "In fact, you can open it in my name, but you don't have to open it in your name."

"I've thought about it, too." Mu Qingge's trust in Rong Jue is warm. Who can be named Rong Jue in this world?

"However, the manufacture of this kind of granular drug is relatively novel, without my on-site command, or if I don't personally supervise, maybe there will be mistakes."

"So, I've thought that if I really want to open a medicine room, I have to find a few skilled people to train and get help before I can go on."

Rong Jue looked at her serious face and said with a smile: "yes, I think it's very comprehensive."

"I haven't even talked about the drug hoarding and the preparation of drug lists, so it's comprehensive?" Mu Qingge pursed, "how can I feel that you are praising me blindly?"

Rong Jue is so beautiful that she looks at her with a smile in her black eyes.

Doesn't he admit that in his eyes, everything she does is good?

Mu Qingge thought so, and was looked at like this by him. His face turned red and he coughed two times. He said: "however, when it comes to the preparation of drug list, it's a huge project. Every drug and every effect needs a different drug list. Maybe it's written. Maybe I'll write a book."

A book?

Rong Jue's eyes were deep.

"Why, you don't believe I can only produce a medical book?" Mu Qingge, seeing that Rong Jue was thinking, couldn't help asking.

"The letter." Rong Jue put her hand in her ear and fiddled with her scattered hair. She said, "I just don't think your idea is shocking."

Apocalypse is one of the worst pharmacological powers in the whole mainland. There are not many medical books, and few can be called classics.

Compiling books is originally a university course. It is not easy to have a wide range of knowledge and a deep range of knowledge.

All those who publish books are successful people.

And she just stressed today that she is only 15 years old.

At the age of 15, you can write a medical book. Who will believe it?

However, her ability, he has seen this period of time, the medical skill is only brilliant, almost no one can!

"Shock?" Mu light song Leng Leng, blink, "this has what good shock." In the last life, how many people in the market could produce a Book casually!

"No, you don't understand." Rong Jue pinched her nose and said gently, "if you really make up a medical book, maybe the word shock can't describe the feelings of the world."

Mu Qingge raised her eyebrows, gnawed the drumstick and asked: "what's that?"

"At the age of 15, you can compile medical books, eh..." Rong Jue pondered, "I think you will be unprecedented and never come."

Mu Qingge can't laugh or cry. She is not interested in compiling books or anything. She doesn't want to continue this topic and says: "if the drug room wants to operate normally, I think there will be more preparation for the preliminary work."

Rong Jue agreed, "if you want me to do anything, you can say it."

"Of course, am I still polite to you?" Mu Qingge put out his tongue and said, "I want you to help me when I tell you about this."

"So?"

"You know, I don't know anyone. People who know medicine still need your help." Mu Qingge serious way: "there are all kinds of drug hoarding, also need you to help me find the way, even the drug room house also need you to help me pay attention to."

Then, supported his chin, looked at him: "you say, this will not be too troublesome?"

"You know less about your husband." Rong Jue took a cup of tea, sipped it lightly and said, "your husband, I can have all kinds of shops in the whole mainland. Is it difficult for me to have a small medicine room?"

Mu Qingge looked at him with a smile, "that's right!"

"I'm so smart that I can't understand these little things!" Rong Jue's warm fingertips flicked her forehead. "These things, in fact, are just a matter of command. I don't even have to make any effort."

Mu Qingge's eyes brightened and he leaned over happily. He gave a kiss on Rong Jue's pretty face. "That's great!"

Rong Jue Qingquan's eyes looked at her warmly, and her eyes were full of connivance.

"In fact, these things may be just a matter of your words." Mu Qingge said with some general feeling: "however, if the drug room really wants to run, and only for me, I always feel some luxury."

Rong Jue raised her eyebrows: "luxury?"

"Don't you think so?" Mu Qingge said seriously: "the real operation of the drug room requires a lot of investment, and it is the kind of investment without return, of course, luxury."

Rong Jue rubbed her head and couldn't laugh or cry: "how much money can you use for a medicine room? Maybe it's just half a year's food and clothing expenses in our government at most. Besides, as long as money can solve it, can't your husband solve it? "

"Do you think that the consumption of food and clothing in our government for half a year is very little?" Mu Qingge doesn't care whether he knows about the account or not. When he manages the account, he finds out that the expenditure on food and clothing in King Jue's mansion is too high for outsiders to imagine.

This is also why the people of Mu mansion threatened to ask for 40000 yuan at the beginning, but Rong Jue didn't move her eyelids to give it directly.

Forty thousand taels. It seems like a lot of money in Mufu's Sanpin mansion, but it's just a drop in the bucket in rongjue's eyes!

"Don't worry about that." Rong Jue said in a warm voice“ As I said, no matter what you want or how you want to do it, it doesn't matter. "

Moreover, in his opinion, a drug room is really not a big deal.

"Husband, it's very kind of you!" Mu Qingge's eyebrows and eyes were bent, and his heart was warm. He threw himself at Rong Jue's neck and said, "come on, kiss one!"

After that, she pouted her little lips and bit and licked her pretty lips.

Rong Jue was gnawed so much saliva on her chin that she grabbed her waist and pulled her into her arms. Sitting on her lap, she said angrily, "it's not easy to have a meal. Just eat it quickly. It's already cold."

"No more."

"You just ate a little." Rong Jue frowned, "usually less than half."

Mu Qingge felt his stomach comfortably in Rong Jue's arms. "It's all this time. Just eat a little full. Otherwise, it's not comfortable to sleep with a stomach

"That's fine." Rong Jue knew that she was not hungry, so he didn't care about her any more. He just told her, "if you are hungry at that time, remember to ask someone to reheat the food."

"Good husband!" Mu Qingge's eyebrows and eyes are bent.