"Sun Bro, do you have any masks here? Since this is a biological laboratory, you should have these basic supplies, right?"
As Sun Miao kept coming closer, Ren Zhong started regretting taking off all his gear upstairs.
In hindsight, he should have kept his helmet on, at least it could have masked the smell a bit.
Sun Miao let out a surprised "huh," grabbed a pitch-black mask from the side, and handed it to Ren Zhong, "Didn’t think you knew quite a bit. A standard bio lab isn’t , but I’m on a tight budget, you know? These standardized measures are skipped when possible, my setup is just slightly below standard, bear with it."
This is what you call slightly below standard?
This looks like the aftermath of a rock band’s concert!
Ren Zhong didn’t dare to take this black, sticky, suspicious-looking mask, "Fine, I’ll manage without the mask."
What he really cared about was Sun Miao’s quality control.
The importance of the Star Origin Injection Liquid was self-evident; it carried all of Ren Zhong’s current hopes and couldn’t afford any mishaps.
To be honest, this working environment made him worry deeply.
"Sun Bro, I heard before that the refining process of the Star Origin Injection Liquid isn’t that complicated, could you tell me about it? I’m just a little curious."
Sun Miao waved dismissively, "I said it’s not complicated, but that’s compared to our other work, and isn’t something just any layperson can understand."
Ren Zhong cleared his throat, "Come on, I’m not asking for your specific formula ratios or drug types, just the process control would do."
Sun Miao gave Ren Zhong a suspicious look, "Alright then, if you want to waste time, it’s whatever to me, I just did a check anyway..."
Ren Zhong interjected, "You were using the microscope to determine the growth status of the synthetic strains, right?"
Sun Miao froze, "How do you know?"
"You have better electron microscopes and optical imagers but didn’t use them, opting for an ordinary optical microscope instead. If not for observing microorganism growth patterns, then for what?"
"Huh, you really do know your stuff."
Ren Zhong smiled, "I know a thing or two, my previous job... well, let’s say Sun Bro and I share the same field, sort of."
Sun Miao: "Go on, keep bluffing! I don’t buy it. Then take a look at this."
Ren Zhong recalled the feeling when he first entered his mentor’s lab, guiding undergrads with their thesis experiments—initially an eyesore, but sometimes there was still hope for their lab setups.
"You haven’t even washed the outside of this bottle, it’s still dirty. Yet I didn’t expect it to be sterile inside, impressive, Sun Bro!"
"Whoa, this pipette machine looks rough, but it’s quite precise, producing very accurate culture medium concentrations!"
"37.2 degrees Celsius, the human low-grade fever temperature, interesting. Oh! Five decimal places! Was this precision intentional, Sun Bro? And the tailing vibrations stay below 3 all the time. This rickety old temperature control machine truly hides its true capabilities. Does it use computation power from the Ruins Beast Crystal inside?"
"Eh, this centrifuge spins so fast? And so stable? Oh, it’s using Ruins Beast parts? Where did you get those? Custom made? How much did it cost... never mind."
About half an hour later, Sun Miao felt like he was being silently drained.
Ren Zhong kept praising him, but he didn’t feel impressive at all, just increasingly awkward.
He gradually realized that Ren Zhong truly knew his stuff.
The attempt to bluff him had failed.
Although the synthesis process of the Star Origin Injection Liquid was very well-developed, originally trivial repetitive work at the Mengdu Group’s research center, the lab environment was quite embarrassing.
If it were the old Sun Miao, upon seeing a lab , he’d have it demolished right away.
Now he’d fallen to these circumstances, it was really frustrating, spouting nonsense to an expert, it couldn’t feel more twisted.
Sun Miao looked at Ren Zhong with a face full of gloom, thinking to himself.
I’ve bragged about my rank at the Mengdu Group, yet the lab turned out .
This feels like a goddess-like exquisite white-collar woman inviting her admired handsome man into her room, only for him to discover the room is a mess, yet instead of saying anything, he keeps praising the goddess’s room arrangements as having a Picasso-like style; the embarrassment is overwhelming, wishing you could just disappear.
Thought I could fool the layman Ren Zhong and muddle through.
Damn it, turns out the guy really knows everything, such a nuisance.