Chapter 166: Genius Pharmacist

“If the kid doesn’t have any talent, those low-grade pharmaceutical materials aren’t worth much. I’ll just trick him into forging instead and control him through the formula.” Of course, the Fat Boss had a backup plan. Without talent, it wouldn’t cost much to rely on low-grade pharmaceuticals anyway.

After the two signed the cooperation agreement, Yang Bo prepared for his sixth experiment. In the first five experiments, Yang Bo noticed slight differences, even with materials that had the same number. There were subtle differences in heating time, stirring speed, and when the auxiliary ingredients were added.

Sometimes it was just one ten-thousandth of a second, and since gene injections were basically energy reactions, even that mattered.

How fast can an energy reaction be? The moment you notice it’s wrong, the explosion’s already happened. In other words, you need to predict the changes in the energy reaction and react beforehand.

If a formulation fails, the tools can’t be reused because the energy hasn’t fully reacted, leaving residue. But if it succeeds, the tools can still be used.

One by one, the materials were added to a container resembling a beaker, but with a hemispherical bottom, increasing the heating area and providing more contact with the heating device beneath.

One hand constantly moved the container, adjusting the distance between it and the heating device to control the temperature. Meanwhile, the hand also shook the container in small, even movements to keep the solution inside moving. In the other hand, a tool was used to stir and add auxiliary materials.

The liquid inside the container changed colors—red, green, blue.

Finally, Yang Bo quickly poured the liquid into a nearby test tube. The liquid swirled inside, changing from blue to clear in an instant.

The Fat Boss stood nearby with his mouth open. A transparent solution meant the energy reaction was entirely successful.

“Damn! It took me a whole month with a senior pharmacist just to get it right. I almost quit after blowing things up so many times. And this… kid… got it right… on his first try?” But, remembering Yang Bo was a superpower user, the Fat Boss quickly calmed down.

“Yang Bo, you’re truly a genius!” The Fat Boss felt some envy and jealousy, but mostly joy—after all, they were now partners, and their future profits would be shared.

“Thank you for the compliment, Boss,” Yang Bo said, looking down at the liquid in the container.

“Let me test it to see the grade. I’ll also show you how to measure the levels.” The Fat Boss grabbed the sealed test tube, turning to Yang Bo.

“But even with low-grade pharmaceuticals, the highest five-star isn’t worth much. It’s more a measure of your pharmaceutical skill.”

“So, don’t expect too much. Judging by the purity, it looks like two stars.” As he spoke, the Fat Boss pulled out a small device.

“Wow! It’s actually three-star quality!” The Fat Boss placed the test tube into the small device, which showed a little light before displaying three stars.

“This is a spectroscopic energy analysis device. Yang Bo, you’re truly a genius. I can’t believe you made a three-star Gene Serum on your first attempt.” The Fat Boss was so happy he nearly jumped. No one knew better than him what having a genius pharmacist meant.

Before Yang Bo could say anything, the Fat Boss continued, “Come on, let’s strike while the iron’s hot! Make a few more while you’re still in the zone. After we’re done, I’ll treat you to a big meal.”

Yang Bo nodded without a word. The feeling he had just now definitely needed repeating to be fully committed to memory.

With five minutes for preparation, the second Gene Serum was also successful. The Fat Boss’s hands trembled with excitement as he grabbed the device to check its quality. “Four stars? How is this possible?!”

The Fat Boss had been dabbling in pharmaceuticals himself, yet the jump in quality was unfathomable—not just the act of succeeding, but improving that quickly.

Usually, if someone gets even one star on their first try, it’s considered a blessing. Even the most advanced Gene Serum factories, with their top-tier technology, only manage to produce basic compliant products.

How hard is it to improve quality? Just the fact that leading Gene Serum factories avoid dabbling in this at all says it all.

And this wasn’t even the end. Within just 20 minutes, Yang Bo had successfully created two more injections, both at four-star quality.

“A genius,” the Fat Boss watched Yang Bo, overjoyed and at a loss for words.

“Boss, I still haven’t made a five-star Gene Serum,” Yang Bo quickly said, trying to remain humble.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you. The materials we bought are ordinary grade. To make a five-star Gene Serum, you need premium-grade materials.”

“But for now, I don’t think we should buy premium-grade materials. They’re ten times more expensive than regular ones, and buying them would easily draw attention.”

“Yang Bo, remember this: Geniuses need time to grow. Some people can’t stand becoming geniuses themselves, let alone watching someone else become one.”

“Besides, we’ve got many competitors. If they find out someone like you exists, it would be a serious threat to your safety.” The Fat Boss packed away the injections and said.

“Boss, I don’t really understand these things. I’ll leave everything to you. Besides, you’re the one losing money right now.” Yang Bo had an obedient, deferential look, acting like he had full faith in the Fat Boss.

“Yang Bo, trust me, I won’t let you down. The injections you’ve made aren’t worth much, but their high quality could attract attention. Let me handle all of this.”

“From here on, you’ll work on tasks while continuously improving the formula. After mastering this, move on to the next one. I’ll find a way to provide you with the materials, but we can’t buy them too frequently; that too will draw attention.”

“Later, I’ll try to get you some materials purification techniques. Study them. Once you’ve got it down, I’ll get you the materials, and we’ll handle the purification ourselves.” The Fat Boss added.

Hearing about this wonderful news, Yang Bo quickly nodded. He didn’t say much, afraid that the Fat Boss might get suspicious. The Fat Boss was meticulous, always thinking a few steps ahead, and having him as an ally would certainly aid in Yang Bo’s growth.

The Fat Boss contemplated focusing on Yang Bo’s development independently. Sure, tapping into family resources would be easy, but paying back those favors would be much harder later.

How fierce is competition within a family? It’s no exaggeration to say it’s a life-or-death struggle. Without internal competition, the family would gradually fade away. But too much internal conflict can be equally destructive.

“Come on, let’s go for that meal. And keep this between us, alright?”

“Boss, you’re the only person I’ve ever really known. The rest don’t matter.”

“I forgot, you’re a former resident,” the Fat Boss laughed heartily at that.