Bai Ye has been extremely busy these two days. Fortunately, Old Man Yang is an expert and it really plays a big role.
The proportion of the feed is fully mixed and evenly mixed by a special feed machine, and the proportion is adjusted by Bai Ye himself.
Old Man Yang didn't think so at first, but after a few days, he found that the mice were much smarter?
At first he thought it was an illusion, but later he carefully observed a few, made comparisons, and even did some small experiments. He was surprised to find that it was indeed the case!
After hearing the news, Old Man Yang also put away his contempt. This young man had some skills. At least he was not here to make fun of him.
As a result, Old Man Yang also began to gradually cooperate with Bai Ye's work. The 10,000 specially bred mice were produced under Bai Ye's leadership. Old Man Yang was also very attentive and actively helped Bai Ye do many things.
"Little boss, this feed is great. I've been doing this for so many years, and I'm considered half an expert. But it's only been a while, and the mice are lively and energetic, much better than before!"
Yang Guangdong was called to the office by Bai Ye. After entering, he said happily.
Bai Ye naturally sees all this, but the feed is not a big problem at the moment, and the reserve is enough for one month. Today he called Yang Guangdong here because he wanted to ask about another thing.
"Uncle Yang, sit down quickly, there's something I want to ask you."
Yang Guangdong was stunned. He has been admiring this little boss more and more these days. Although he is still far behind Mr. Xiao Meng in business, this little boss is really capable. Not to mention anything else, when it comes to raising mice,
What the little boss does is much more impressive than Mr. Meng, and he is not afraid of being dirty or tired. He is a man.
"If you have anything to do, young boss, just tell me. Why are you doing this?" Old man Yang did not meet Bai Ye, and sat directly opposite Bai Ye, grinning and saying.
Old man Yang is not an old farmer. It can only be said to be a problem of his personal habits or a problem left over from history, but it is not important.
The important thing is that he is one of the older batch of college students who graduated from the bioengineering major in the 1990s. However, this major was too early at that time. The country could not develop bioengineering at that time. An industry born in the early 1990s meant changing careers or losing one's job.
Yang Guangdong was a stubborn man, so he joined a pharmaceutical company and took the initiative to raise rats, thus earning a living.
After so many years, my experience and experience have been developed through practice, and I have a lot of real abilities.
However, bioengineering is a high-tech industry that keeps pace with the times, and backward technology and innovative concepts mean elimination.
In particular, the backwardness of core technologies has created an industrial gap. Large domestic animal companies can only make the most common mouse models, but those that are truly high-end and sophisticated cannot do so at all. Most of them are joint ventures.
Doing it with foreign companies.
When Yang Guangdong got old, he became Old Man Yang, and he was happy and leisurely every day.
Bai Ye thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "How much do you know about patent applications?"
Yang Guangdong's eyes rolled: "Do you want to apply for a patent for feed?"
Bai Ye nodded. Yang Guangdong frowned, thought for a while and said: "It is not difficult to apply for a patent. Applying by yourself is troublesome. I suggest you find a patent application company to do it. First of all, the approval is fast and the success rate is high.
People specialize in this, after all, they are professional.”
Speaking of this, Old Man Yang smiled coquettishly: "I made the feed that our mice used to eat, and I also applied for a patent. It's just... you say this thing is useless, others don't like it, you have to rely on those experts from the United States.
The professor said yes, then it will work!"
"So... I thought my stuff was very valuable at the time, but later I found out that no one valued it! Alas... I wasted a lot of time applying for a patent."
Old man Yang is telling the truth. Things are eaten by mice. How can you tell if they are good or not? Only those experts and professors from Europe and America who have published papers on top cores in the world are really good. After all, others will recognize this thing.
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Bai Ye smiled: "You don't have to worry about these things. I'll leave the patent application to you. You can do it. Also, how is the scale I asked the breeders to fill in every day? Did you fill it out carefully?"
Old Man Yang grinned flatteringly: "The things that the little boss personally explained are my business, and I am filling them in. Don't worry, I will definitely handle them well."
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Bai Ye now has more than one million in his pocket. He has paid a deposit of 500,000 in advance. For daily expenses in the past few days, it is estimated that he will need another sum of money to apply for a patent and pay his salary at the end of the month. Bai Ye is now very worried about whether he can survive.
Can survive it.
If it doesn't work, Bai Ye still has to say hello to his family, but he still has to wait first.
Bai Ye is waiting for an opportunity...
After returning to the dormitory, Bai Ye found relevant information about himself, and Yang Guangdong told him that patent applicants need to provide some information.
Bai Ye's things were organized in an orderly manner, and they were all packed up in a short time. For the time being, he was waiting for Yang Guangdong to contact the patent company.
It was already mid-May. When Bai Ye returned to his dormitory, neither Lu Peiyi nor Duan Yue were there. He must have gone out to the clinic with his tutor.
They apply for admission to a hospital in their own school or province. After admission, in order to integrate into the new environment, they usually take time to go to the outpatient clinic to do experiments and so on.
So he is quite busy, and Fatty has been busy these days, which makes Bai Ye a little confused about what he is busy with.
Seeing that it was time for dinner, Bai Ye called Fatty's phone number and made an appointment to have dinner together.
It was nearly seven o'clock in the evening when Fatty returned to his dormitory, feeling dusty.
Bai Ye looked at the fat man and asked curiously: "What are you busy with? Saving the earth?"
The fat man gulped down half a bottle of Fat House Happy Water and said excitedly: "Ye Zi, I tell you, hug my thigh quickly! It's too late if you don't hug me tightly!"
Bai Ye was stunned. What did this tiger do recently that shocked the world? So he asked: "Here, that leg? Let me see if this leg is thick?"
The fat man put his schoolbag aside, took off his jacket, then took out a piece of paper from his pants, unfolded it crumpled, and handed it to Bai Ye. "You have a look first, and I'll give you my treasure!"
Bai Ye took it and took a look: "Jin Business Cup College Student Innovation and Entrepreneurship Competition"
Isn't this the innovation and entrepreneurship competition for college students that the school encouraged registration during that time? Fatty signed up for it?
"Have you signed up?" Bai Ye couldn't help but ask.
"Well, I've reported it! You've reported it too!" the fat man said matter-of-factly.
Bai Ye looked confused: "Me? What should I name myself?"
The fat man chuckled, took out a thick stack of hundreds of report sheets from his schoolbag, and said: "I have an idea to make an evaluation website, but I don't know if it has been started, so, these days, I
I printed 500 questionnaires and distributed them one by one."
At this point, the fat man beamed with joy: "I didn't expect it! The market is big enough! I think I will soon be on par with the second horse and become the third carriage! When the time comes, tsk tsk tsk..."