Three hours later, the old man moved his eyes away from the microscope and looked at the pills he had made. His shoulders shook with excitement.
He quickly found his phone and took a photo. Then, he pulled out the few contacts in the communication channel and sent it to the person marked Q.
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It was still six in the afternoon in Beijing. The summer weather was just right.
Qiao Nian returned to the apartment and went upstairs to take a shower before coming out, wiping her shiny black hair with a towel.
Seeing her laptop light up on the table, she walked over and clicked on a button with one hand. With the other, she picked up the bottle of mineral water lying beside her. She unscrewed the cap and leaned sideways against the edge of the desk. Tilting her head back, her throat moved up and down as she took a sip.
She screwed the lid back on and put the mineral water down. Without moving her eyes, she clicked on the photo sent to her.
