Since ancient times, autumn has been a sad and lonely time. I say that autumn is better than spring.
At the end of November in Zishi, the autumn mood is getting stronger.
The decades-old sycamore trees on the side of the road had begun to shed their leaves. Occasionally, leaves fell off and swirled down. Ren Shengsheng stretched out his hand to guide them, and the leaves flew over lightly and fell into his hands.
Turning the half-green and half-yellow sycamore leaves in his hand, smoke soon began to rise from the yellow edges of the leaves, but the leaves were not completely ignited.
Those elemental light points on the earth are not as active as those in other worlds. It is more difficult to mobilize these light points on the earth.
Throwing away the fallen leaves in his hand, he patted the long black windbreaker on his body, sat on a bench by the park, and looked at the various vehicles passing by on the road, red, yellow, blue, and purple.
The autumn afternoon adds more colors.
"There has been no news from Qingyang for a long time, and I don't know how she is doing now."
Looking at the autumn colors in front of him, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but think of Qingyang.
Ren Pingsheng felt that his relationship with Qingyang should be the acquaintance of Guan Bao who was looking for a close friend in the mountains and rivers.
In life, it is enough to have a confidant.
Most people may have a lot of friends when they walk in this world, but it is very difficult to find a close friend who is close to each other and has a spiritual connection.
That feeling of spiritual connection, every communication can spark sparks of thought between each other. Even if you are depressed or anxious, you can always get spiritual healing from chatting.
Ren cherished this kind of friendship very much in his life, so Qingyang's loss of contact this time made him very concerned.
I took out my mobile phone, opened QQ, and looked at the dark profile picture on the dialog box.
July 12th.
"Are you there?"
August 15th.
"Brother, are you still alive?"
October 20th.
"What the hell, what's wrong with you? If you're still alive, please reply!"
October 31st.
"Brother, if you encounter any difficulties, you must tell me."
These are the messages Ren Pingsheng sent to him.
But there has been no response.
I scrolled forward on my phone boredly, looking at the previous conversations.
"I remember you said before that the Shandong cuisine in Zishi is very delicious."
"Ah, yes, yes, our Shandong cuisine and barbecue in Zi City are famous throughout the country, especially Boshan cuisine. There are several special dishes that you, a southerner, must have never tasted. If we have a chance to meet in the future, I will definitely treat you to it.
Eat something and drink something!”
"Then it's settled!"
Scroll up again.
"I haven't been doing well recently. I feel a little unwell. I eat and sleep every day. I feel like a pig in captivity. I face those blue and white strips every day, smell the disinfectant with my nose, and sit between various instruments every day.
Time is spinning, I feel like I’m going to die..."
"What's wrong with you? What disease is it?"
"No, it's nothing. I just feel unwell and am hospitalized. I am not allowed to leave the ward every day. I want to complain, but there is no one to complain to, so I suddenly thought of you.
You don’t have to worry about me.”
Ren Pingsheng looked through these conversations boredly, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a strong sense of déjà vu.
He opened Qingyang’s QQ space again.
Qingyang's space is very clean, with only dozens of simple logs in it, most of which are reprinted papers.
"This photo..."
Ren Pingsheng looked at a photo of a woman's back in the space, and felt inexplicably familiar, as if he had seen it before somewhere, and had a sense of déjà vu.
"Mr. Ren!"
Ren Pingsheng was looking at this photo carefully, and when he was searching in his mind where the familiarity of this back figure came from, a man stood in front of him.
Ren Pingsheng looked away from the phone screen, stood up, stretched out his right hand, and smiled at the other party: "Professor Fang."
"This time, I really feel ashamed of my kindness to Mr. Ren."
Professor Fang sat down next to Ren Pingsheng and took out a cigarette case: "Want one?"
"I won't, thank you."
Ren Pingsheng shook his head, suddenly stunned, took the thin cigarette handed over by Professor Fang, put it to his nose and smelled it carefully, and couldn't help but said: "Ningshenxiang?"
"Haha, not bad."
Professor Fang smiled.
He put it to his mouth, lit one, took a sip and said: "I can't live without it now. When I was doing research, I felt sleepy and tired. Taking a sip can relieve my fatigue immediately.
However, this time, I am grateful for Mr. Ren's support. The development of Ningshenxiang is not as good as expected. The first and second phases developed now are not as good as the samples you gave me.
We have figured out the ingredients and proportions through testing, but the samples we develop are always different.
However, even so, this Ningshen incense definitely has a very broad market prospect. Through experiments, the following conclusions have been drawn.
First, it can increase the activity of our brains and make our brains more energetic.
Second, it can improve our memory and concentration, allowing us to complete our work better.
Third, it can make our rest more effective and improve our sleep quality.
Now, this Ningshen Incense has become an indispensable daily necessities in our laboratory!"
Professor Fang was very excited when he talked about this.
For him, this matter has already taken shape in two papers.
Moreover, he can see broad market prospects in Ningshenxiang, and maybe he can achieve financial freedom with Ningshenxiang!
"What you said is true. Ningshen incense is something that can enhance spiritual power. What do you mean, you want to commercialize this Ningshen incense?"
When Ren Pingsheng heard this, he suddenly became energetic.
Although he has purchased a lot of properties now, he has become a veritable "negative man", owing more than 60 million yuan to the bank, and the interest payment alone costs more than 3 million yuan every year.
"Yes, Mr. Ren has never thought about commercializing Ningshenxiang?"
Professor Fang asked in surprise.
After all, in his eyes, Ren has been a successful businessman all his life, and it is impossible that he does not know the market prospects of this Ningshenxiang.
"Of course I have thought about it, but I am not ready to put the Ningshen Incense on the market yet. I still need to trouble Professor Fang to continue research and improve the effect of the Ningshen Incense.
When Ningshenxiang is actually listed, I am willing to give Professor Fang technical shares.
This can be written into the contract, and I will send someone to send the contract to the School of Medicine this afternoon."
Ren Pingsheng said.
"Okay, these finished products, Mr. Ren, please go back and try the effect first."
Professor Fang took out a plastic box from the black leather bag he carried with him and handed it to Ren Pingsheng.
Ren Pingsheng opened the box, and inside were long and thin incense sticks, ten bundles tied with paper tape, a total of one hundred sticks.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
The two stood up, shook hands again, and hurriedly left the park bench.
Professor Fang got the promise he wanted. The glory and wealth seemed to be right in front of him, and he couldn't wait to return to the laboratory to continue his research.
After being reminded by Professor Fang, Ren Pingsheng saw the scene of money rolling in, and he felt very excited for a moment!
