In the meeting room, it was quiet, with only the sound of Professor Hong editing an email.
Bai Mo and Master Chong sat on either side of him, both looking at the computer screen.
The Lemon Tea on Bai Mo's shoulder also leaned over with its head.
"Tell them, money is not an issue!
"If a problem can be solved with money, it's not a problem!
"At worst, I'll do a presale, employ hunger marketing or something..."
Master Chong pointed at the email from the side, giving advice to Professor Hong.
Professor Hong nodded heavily, his plump fingers tapping on the keyboard, sending an email to the biochemical lab equipment manufacturer named "Celestial Chart".
['...we understand the high technical difficulty and cost of such customization and are willing to bear the corresponding quotation...']
Bai Mo smacked his lips from the side.
The equipment used previously was all uniformly procured by the Immortal Committee.
He really didn't know that buying equipment was so humbling!
