Chapter 172: Finally, It’s Here

The Fat Boss just nodded after hearing this and let Yang Bo proceed.

Even though it’s the same grade of injection, the process is entirely different because the sources of the materials are not the same.

There are dozens to hundreds of E-grade gene formulas available for sale openly.

And many large families and companies have their own exclusive formulas.

Low-grade gene injections aren’t worth much among pharmacists, but externally their value remains very high.

For the average person, these injections are completely out of reach. Big companies and powerful families often use them to win over members and subordinates.

Also, not everyone has great genetic talent. Some are born with garbage genes making high-grade gene injections a complete waste, and the high-grade ones are already very rare.

If someone has poor talent and lacks resources, they can only resort to using low-grade gene injections.

After Yang Bo donned his protective suit, he took out the materials, thought over the process, and began working.

Low-grade gene injections, even if they explode, don’t cause much damage, so Yang Bo felt relaxed working on them.

Moreover, the materials for low-grade gene injections are inexpensive, so there wasn’t much psychological pressure.

As is the case with everything, the higher you go, the scarcer things become. This is true of gene injections. Low-grade ones are cheap and common, but high-grade ones are priceless.

The Fat Boss stood by watching Yang Bo work. The operation box was transparent.

Yang Bo’s movements were already quite proficient, though it was evident he was still a novice.

Yet, this novice was able to produce a four-star-quality new injection. Where does that even make sense?

The Fat Boss watched as the liquid inside the container rapidly changed color while Yang Bo’s hands shook and continued moving the container, constantly altering the temperature inside.

The Fat Boss was increasingly on edge, mainly bracing for the sound of an explosion. Explosions often come out of nowhere, frequently scaring him.

When Yang Bo poured the liquid into a test tube and sealed it, the liquid quickly turned transparent.

“Did it succeed?”

“Yang Bo, you’re a genius.” The Fat Boss asked those three words and suddenly realized how stupid he sounded. Obviously, it had succeeded. The injection was right here. He quickly corrected himself.

Yang Bo nodded and pulled out the test tube: “This time, I don’t think the quality is that good. I almost failed twice during the process.”

Hearing this, the Fat Boss was a bit dumbfounded.

The Fat Boss hadn’t noticed the two near-failures. At what point did they almost happen? He had watched the whole process but understood nothing. Is this the difference between people?

Picking up the test tube, the Fat Boss examined it and said, “It’s already quite good. For a first-time attempt on a new formula, reaching two-star quality is impressive.”

After saying that, the Fat Boss felt something was off. What did he mean by “quite good”? It was obviously great. A two-star result on a first attempt? His standards must have become too high.

“Boss, while I’m on a roll, let me make a few more.” Yang Bo asked as he indeed felt that making gene injections for the first time had many risky moments, and twice he almost failed. If the energy reaction lasted a fraction of a second longer, there could have been an explosion.

The Fat Boss nodded, running his thick fingers through his thinning hair. “When it comes to making injections, you do what you think is best. Pharmacists often work by instinct when mixing injections.”

Yang Bo nodded and immediately began his second attempt.

A product by Yang Bo is always top-quality! Over the next hour, using the remaining materials, Yang Bo produced nothing but four-star-quality injections. The Fat Boss was already numb to it.

In the past, if someone had told the Fat Boss about such things, he would’ve spat in their face: “Who isn’t a pharmacist? We all know how it works, so stop bragging!”

Yes, the Fat Boss now thought that if he reported this to his family as it was, they would probably laugh at him over the phone.

“Yang Bo, thank you for your hard work.” The Fat Boss’s mouth stretched into a wide grin, almost from ear to ear. Even being a Genetic Evolver, he couldn’t contain his joy.

Yang Bo, on the other hand, had some thoughts: just now, while preparing the injections, he realized that if the energy reaction could be slightly stronger, it might be possible to produce even higher-grade injections.

But how could the energy reaction be enhanced? Should it be increased using his own energy? Or some other source? For now, though, there was no way to test it. Besides, considering how advanced this world’s pharmacology is, they’ve probably already explored this method.

Yang Bo didn’t think of himself as a genius. In fact, he felt quite useless. His skill with making injections just came from having the right abilities.

“Boss, it’s all because of you. Without your guidance, I would never have realized my talent. I hope you’ll continue to look after me in the future.” Hearing the Fat Boss’s praise, Yang Bo quickly flattered him.

If anyone else said that, the Fat Boss would think they were sucking up. But coming from Yang Bo, the Fat Boss believed it.

After all, Yang Bo’s resume spoke for itself. The Fat Boss said, “Yang Bo, injections might not be very profitable, but you’ve worked hard. Should I give you some extra money as compensation?”

“Boss, instead of giving me extra money, why not invest it in injection formulas? We could look for a higher-level formula,” Yang Bo shook his head and replied.

Yang Bo wanted to see the limits of his skills. If his current skills capped his potential, where would he find a way to upgrade his pharmacist skills?

“Don’t worry about it, I’m already making those arrangements. But if we act too fast, others might catch wind,” the Fat Boss nodded and said.

“Boss, I’d like to take the rest of this month off,” Yang Bo said, ready to handle two matters. The first was the mysterious Middle-aged Man. That had to be dealt with. He had tracked down Yang Bo’s Hometown.

And second was the breeding issue of the Invisible Mice. They were no longer afraid of him.

“Of course, no problem.” The Fat Boss no longer cared what tasks Yang Bo handled. He wouldn’t involve Yang Bo in things he shouldn’t, as that wouldn’t be good for his future growth.

After work, Yang Bo swung by the supermarket to pick up a few items before returning home. Stepping out of the garage, he looked out at the distant sea, nodded with satisfaction.

In the sea, far away, the Middle-aged Man’s yacht was docked there.

“Looks like they’re finally about to make a move.” Yang Bo was already growing impatient.