Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Chapter 166 Alchemy Laboratory

Early morning at Dr. Fabrique's house.

My wife is preparing breakfast.

"How's your color magic viewer going?"

"Not very good." Fabrique had dark circles under his eyes and was mechanically tapping his head against the table.

He didn't know why he did this, maybe he was under too much pressure.

The pressure does not come from the group's tasks.

Although Drogo gave a death order, the time limit was very loose. Research and development is not something that can be done just by saying it can be done.

Moreover, the bonus he received from the black and white magic camera alone was enough to ensure his comfortable life.

The main reason why Fabrik was so anxious was that he was dissatisfied with the fact that he had not produced any results for a long time.

After the magic camera was popularized, he regained his confidence for a period of time and thought that he still had some talent.

However, confidence was gradually eroded over time.

What's that term called? Key performance indicator.

In the past six months, his performance has been among the lowest in the development department.

The main task is to optimize the details of the original magic machine.

Their efficiency is not as good as those of the new young people.

He is almost forty years old and can't keep up with those young girls and boys who have just graduated.

The scientific research industry is also an industry where age is a slight advantage.

The great scholars whose portraits hang in Perenta all appear old and majestic.

In fact, the main achievements were made when people were in their twenties or thirties, but it took decades for the research results to become known to the public.

Great scholars are not as noble as everyone imagines. Apart from their IQ, they are no different from other people in other aspects. Some have high moral sense, while others have low moral sense.

For example, the current director of the institute, the inventor of the steam piston engine and the author of "Principles of Analysis", has made remarkable achievements, but he is an old academic tycoon who is quite keen on suppressing dissidents and abusing his power for personal gain.

"What's for breakfast today?" Fabrique asked.

Compared to the color magic vision that he had no clue about, he decided to focus on the problem at hand, what to eat.

He could smell a strange aroma from the pot that he had never smelled before.

"Pork offal porridge is porridge made with pig offal." replied the wife.

"Huh, this tastes like pig offal? Why don't you buy some good meat."

When I was poor, I bought some offal and ate it as meat. Now that I am rich, why do I still eat this?

“We don’t have to be so frugal now.”

Fabrice thought his wife was reluctant to buy more expensive food.

Offal is not a good thing, but because of the fishy smell that is difficult to remove, the price is quite low.

It is said that spices can remove fishy smell, but spices are much more expensive than meat. With that money, why not buy some good meat?

"It's not about saving money. Don't you know that family members of group employees are allowed to buy spices grown by Druids? The price is much cheaper than in the market. There's a new thing called white pepper, and it comes with a corresponding recipe." The wife explained.

"Oh, okay." Fabrik took the bowl of porridge doubtfully.

The aroma he smelled was very different from his impression of pig offal.

He knew that his boss Drogo loved to study all kinds of food, and every time he introduced a spice, he would come up with a corresponding recipe.

Most of it was good, but there were a few that were puzzling.

For example, the one called Spicy Diced Chicken. Oh my god, it's like you're looking for diced chicken in a plate full of chili peppers. After taking a bite, I felt like my whole face was burning, as if fire was about to burst out of it.

From then on, he was cautious about Drogo's new recipes and dared not take a big bite at once.

He scooped a small spoonful of porridge and slowly put it into his mouth.

Looking at his wife's expectant eyes, he had already made up his mind that no matter how bad the food tasted, he would not spit it out directly, as it would be too discouraging.

"Hmm?" Fabrique snorted in surprise.

The taste is dozens of times better than expected. The porridge is sticky and soft, fresh and fragrant. The internal organs dotted in the porridge provide a wonderful taste, making the experience richer.

It was really good. He scooped another big spoonful, not paying attention to the hot steam floating on the porridge. "Be careful, it's hot!" his wife shouted nervously.

"Ah! Poof——"

Shouted late.

Half an hour later, Fabrique came to his laboratory with medicine on his tongue.

"Howl of hurt." He greeted his colleagues incoherently.

"Mentor, what's wrong with you?" the newcomer in the laboratory asked in confusion.

Fabrique decided not to speak any more, as he felt his tongue hurt.

He wrote it quickly on the paper, burning it, and then showed it to his students.

"Ah? Are you okay? Don't you need to ask for leave?" the student asked with concern.

It doesn’t matter, he continued writing. He had already made an appointment to go to the Holy Knight for treatment at noon.

Each department of the Drogo Corporation is equipped with a healer who provides free treatment for simple injuries to employees.

In addition to the enviable salary, the benefits of this job are hard to find anywhere else.

It's just that the healers in the laboratory are a bit busy. There are some strange accidents in this building every day, this boiler explodes, that dish burns.

Then a few new items will be added to the "Laboratory Precautions".

The paladin not only provided treatment, but also massage services. His big arms with a circumference of 40 cm were quite strong, which was very suitable for the sedentary people in the laboratory.

I might as well have a massage during the treatment, Fabrique thought.

He began to tidy up his desk, preparing to officially start his day's work.

The test tube rack is the first one in the front right, the flame lamp is the second one in the front right, and the crucible is on the left...

It took Fabrique 15 minutes to compulsively pack up all his equipment.

He always believed that neatness, standardization and precision are the basis of invention and creation.

I have no idea how Yuno could design so many things while staying in that messy laboratory all year round.

Fabrice's specific work seems very boring to most people.

Test the performance of numerous base materials to find one that can display enough colors.

It's no different from what the goblins do in the production workshop, tightening screws, all mechanically and repetitive.

Oh, I forgot, those goblins no longer tighten screws, but also wear white robes and enter the laboratory.

Much better performance than him.

The test has been going on for almost two months and has verified thousands of single or mixed fluorescent materials.

There are ones that emit one color or several colors, but they cannot meet the needs of a color magic camera.

However, he still recorded the properties of these fluorescent materials in case of emergency.

After working for a long time, he still likes this job very much. Although it is boring, it is very planned, just like his desktop.

In the past, people practiced alchemy by referring to ancient books and coming up with ideas one by one.

Now I am doing alchemy in a regular and planned manner according to the project planning table.

It's better than before, isn't it?

The morning passed quickly, and half a day passed without finding the target material.

I raised my head to stretch my stiff neck. My eyes had been staring at the fluorescent material for too long and everything I could see was blurry.

Suddenly I saw a blurry color picture in front of me.

Rub your eyes.

After a closer look, I saw that it was his students playing games, and there were a bunch of red, blue and green bullets flying on the screen.

Wait, why is it different from what I just saw?

Fabrice squinted his eyes curiously again, and his vision blurred again. The three-color bullets that filled the screen seemed to merge together, presenting complex and diverse colors.

"What are you playing?" Fabrique asked.

(End of this chapter)