[Chemical laboratory: a special building type. After providing samples, it consumes a certain amount of money and can replicate chemical products. 】
Standing on the rooftop, Gao Ning looked at the prompts given on the control panel, and his heart moved slightly.
Can chemical products be copied?
This function is huge, and chemical products include everything from aerospace fuel to soap candles, which all fall into the chemical industry category.
Considering the industry Tan Cheng was involved in, Gao Ning's first thought was color-changing ink and methamphetamine.
Especially the latter, with the development of the times, among the various families that ban drugs, they occupy an increasingly larger fan-shaped area. At one time, the white-faced ones were pressed to the ground and rubbed.
Nothing in U.S. dollars or Hong Kong dollars is as good as Heisenberg's little blue rock candy.
But Gao Ning has no interest in this stuff.
It's not that there's any psychological burden, it's mainly that it's troublesome, and it's unnecessary.
Wouldn’t it be nice to print your own money?
That's right, Gao Ning is already preparing to use the chemical laboratory to produce color-changing ink.
The main reason is that the supporting equipment is complete, and you only need to obtain a set of high-precision backing plates to start printing directly.
With the Q version of the prison here, all Gao Ning needs to consider is the sales issue. Is this still a problem in Hong Kong Island in this era?
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As the thought of worry occurred, a point of light shone, and a two-story building suddenly appeared on the Q version of the prison map, with the signboard of a chemical laboratory hanging on it.
As soon as they appeared, there were already prisoners put on white coats, coming in and out from time to time, looking busy.
As for the pad issue...
Gao Ning shook his head, put a little force on his feet, and jumped to the rooftop thirty meters away. He took off again with the help of inertia, and the distance spanned suddenly exceeded a hundred meters.
After repeating this process several times, Gao Ning's control became better and better, and the distance he could glide in the air became farther and farther. To a certain extent, it felt like flying.
A few minutes later, St. Martin's Hospital.
Gao Ning pushed the door open and walked into the ward, only to see Aunt Fang sitting by the bed. Uncle Da was now lying on the bed like a mummy, with his legs raised high, breathing evenly, and already asleep.
"Aunt Fang, why are you here?" Gao Ning was a little surprised.
Aunt Fang was smoking. She didn't show any surprise when she saw Gao Ning walking in. She just grabbed the handbag next to her, took out a rectangle wrapped in layers of newspapers, raised her hand and threw it over.
Gao Ning took it and held it lightly.
"This is what he asked me to give you! He is old and does things without thinking. When he is a policeman, he will be a policeman honestly. He has no such mind and is still doing small things behind his back. If he is not unlucky, who is unlucky?"
Aunt Fang had a sneer on her lips, and looked at Uncle Da with a bit of joy in her eyes.
As if he was happy to see Uncle Da being punished severely by others.
The corners of Gao Ning's mouth twitched.
The way the older generation gets along is really straightforward!
He didn't know what to say now, so he just didn't say anything. He tore open the newspaper and took a look. It was indeed the three electrical boards inside.
Aunt Fang is obviously an experienced person. She knows that this thing is precious and will lose its value if it is slightly damaged, so she took care when wrapping it, with more than one centimeter of hard foam sandwiched in the middle.
No wonder the three electrical panels are wrapped like bricks.
Aunt Fang put out her cigarette and said calmly: "Who did it?"
"Well……"
Gao Ning was thinking about what to say when Aunt Fang glanced at him. Gao Ning hurriedly said: "It's a guy named Tan Cheng. I've already asked someone to deal with it. That guy will disappear tonight!"
"Tan Cheng?"
Aunt Fang pondered for a moment, "The boss of the shipping company? Specializes in international logistics? Isn't this guy's business all external?"
"He..." Just as Gao Ning was about to speak, Aunt Fang raised her hand and made a gesture that didn't need to be said. She stood up and said: "This company was fine three years ago. Although it also did side business, it was generally quite well behaved.
.In the past three years, I have been jumping up and down so much that the driver turned around and became a banker. I don’t know what to say!
You don’t have to worry about this matter, I’ll handle it!”
Gao Ning was stunned: "No, Aunt Fang, this matter..."
"What? You look down on me?" Aunt Fang looked at Gao Ning with a hint of amusement in her eyes.
"No! But this matter..."
"It's okay if it's not! Don't worry, I'm sensible, and it's not what you think!"
Aunt Fang came over and patted Gao Ning on the shoulder, looked at him and said: "No matter what you are doing, be careful, Hong Kong Island is not that peaceful!"
After saying that, Aunt Fang walked away.
Gao Ning was a little confused and turned around in surprise.
Why is this tone louder than mine?
Gao Ning thought about it carefully and remembered that Aunt Fang was nothing special, just a relatively responsible single mother.
At most, he had some skills. Not only was he able to buy a house at a young age, but he was also able to vaguely intimidate the chaotic streets.
Arun's ability to grow up safely in a place like Bolan Street is definitely due to Aunt Fang.
Just judging from the meaning of what she said today, she seemed to have some trump card!
Gao Ning was touching his chin and thinking about it when a nurse opened the door and came in: "Visiting hours are over. Visitors please leave as soon as possible!"
"Ok, I know!"
Gao Ning nodded to the nurse, looked back at Uncle Da again, and left the hospital directly.
Walk to the side of the road, throw the pad into the space, and the prompt will pop up.
[Backing plate for printing: cannot be used]
[Damage: 0.37%]
【Final fix?】
it's broken?
Gao Ning was startled and clicked repair directly.
Then the total amount dropped a little, and a golden stream of light enveloped the backing board, which suddenly took on a new look.
[Backing plate for printing: can be used]
【Do you want to load the printing cabin?】
When he was about to study it, a taxi came towards him. Gao Ning put the reminder aside and raised his hand to stop the taxi.
After opening the back door and getting in, the driver turned around and said with a smile: "Where are you going?"
Looking at this familiar face, Gao Ning twitched the corner of his mouth: "Go to Nanwan Pier!"
"good!"
The driver nodded and turned around to start the car.
It turned out to be Song Zihao.
Judging from his appearance, he must have just returned.
If he hadn't been involved, Tan Cheng would have discovered him soon and invited him back to resume his old business.
Then the two sides will clash again, and Song Zihao, who has not been the eldest brother for a long time, will be convicted of murder again less than three months after they first met.
I don’t know how long I can make Tan Cheng’s life more stable by taking care of him in advance.
With his status and background, it is impossible for him to live a peaceful life forever.
It doesn't really matter whether he wants to do it or not, what's important is that the surrounding environment will force him to do it.
Unless he leaves Hong Kong Island or enters prison again, he will never be able to escape his destined fate if he is caught in the middle.
