Chapter 47 Underground Laboratory

The roads from the experimental base to the headquarters are all restricted.
The convoy had a smooth journey.
Wang Xiaoming and his team arrived at the headquarters quickly.

"Professor Wang, I've finally got you here!"

As soon as the vehicle stopped, Xie Zhongquan, deputy director of the headquarters, came up with a group of people, smiling and looking very happy.

Wang Xiaoming got out of the car and started a conversation with him: "Thank you, Minister."

Wang Xiaoming actually didn't like the fact that Xie Zhongquan came with a group of people to greet him, but since the other party was his nominal leader, he couldn't refuse.

"Haha!" Xie Zhongquan waved his hands repeatedly, "It's our honor. Professor Wang is here to help at the headquarters. It would be unreasonable for us not to come out to greet him."

Although Xie Zhongquan's position was higher than Wang Xiaoming's, he understood that their status were actually opposite. There were many people like him in the government, but there was only one Wang Xiaoming.

"Professor Wang, the cafeteria has prepared food and wine. Why don't we go eat first?" At this time, someone next to Xie Zhongquan suddenly said.

Xie Zhongquan didn't say anything, but just looked at Wang Xiaoming with an expectant look on his face.

Wang Xiaoming felt unfamiliar with the person who suddenly spoke. He should be someone like Xie Zhongquan's secretary, and what he said was exactly what Xie Zhongquan meant.

"No need to eat. I had already eaten before coming here."

Wang Xiaoming did not give the other party face this time and directly refused. To him, drinking and eating was a waste of his time. He might as well do experiments instead.

"It's fine after you've eaten." Wang Xiaoming's refusal only made Xie Zhongquan stunned for a moment, and he immediately said: "Professor, let's go to the office to discuss the experiment."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoming did not refuse this time, "but please wait a few minutes for me to talk to my men."

"Professor, please do as you please!" Xie Zhongquan and others stepped aside and stopped disturbing him.

Time is precious, so Wang Xiaoming called Pang Dong who had just got off the car, gave him some arrangements, gave them half a day to rest, and officially started the supernatural experiment in the afternoon.

Afterwards, Wang Xiaoming brought Li Jun and Xie Zhongquan to the office. The crowd that had followed him dispersed, leaving only Xie Zhongquan and his secretary.

Xie Zhongquan's office is obviously larger than Zhao Jianguo's, and there is a separate tea room for drinking tea.

The secretary invited Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun to the tea room, made a pot of hot tea and then left.

"Have some tea, both of you." Xie Zhongquan personally poured tea for the two of them.

Wang Xiaoming didn't serve tea. He just said, "Minister Xie, just say whatever you want to say!"

Xie Zhongquan's arm holding the teacup stiffened, and he looked at Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun with flickering eyes.

"Professor, you are a quick talker. I won't waste your time." Xie Zhongquan put down his teacup. "I want to know how long it will take for you to mass-produce the supernatural materials for will-o'-the-wisp."

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's cold face and silence, Xie Zhongquan quickly said:
"Professor, don't get me wrong. I'm not rushing you... It's just that many people have sacrificed their lives for the supernatural gunpowder. Many people are looking forward to the trial production of supernatural gunpowder. Everyone just wants to know an approximate time."

"Half a month!" Wang Xiaoming thought for a moment and replied, "In half a month at most, the magical gunpowder can be produced normally."

"Really?" Xie Zhongquan blurted out in surprise. The time given by Wang Xiaoming was unexpectedly short. He originally thought it would take at least a month.

"Of course, I never joke." Wang Xiaoming picked up the teacup and took a sip. It tasted good.

The reason why he was confident that the mass production of the magical gunpowder could be completed within half a month was because he already had a specific experimental idea. With the help of identification spells, he could quickly identify the properties of the materials and use pendulum divination to eliminate the wrong directions. As long as he devoted all his energy to the experiment, he believed that the magical gunpowder would not be a problem for him.

"Okay, okay! With what the professor said, I can explain myself." Xie Zhongquan poured more tea and continued, "There is one more thing. The Zhurong Stone has been delivered to the headquarters today. Can Professor Wang produce some supernatural bullets in advance?" He glanced at Li Jun who was silent beside him and continued:

"Because a large number of ghost riders have died recently... and many of them are on the verge of revival, the headquarters is seriously short of manpower, so we want to..."

"Okay," Wang Xiaoming agreed, "After the lab opens this afternoon, I'll give you a batch of supernatural gunpowder, and you can make your own bullets."

Xie Zhongquan obviously wanted to use Li Jun's flesh and blood as the raw material for the supernatural gunpowder, so he spoke hesitantly. However, he did not know that Wang Xiaoming could use the supernatural formation to transform ordinary blood into blood with ghost fire.

Wang Xiaoming readily agreed, which made Xie Zhongquan smile and praise him non-stop.

"Minister Xie, do you have anything else to say? If not, I'll get busy." Wang Xiaoming was not interested in Xie Zhongquan's praise.

"It's okay, it's okay." Xie Zhongquan stood up and sent Wang Xiaoming and Li Jun out of the office, never letting the atmosphere get dull.

After Wang Xiaoming left, the secretary appeared.

"Minister, Wang Xiaoming seems to have something against us. He always looks unhappy." The secretary complained.

"Shh!" Xie Zhongquan gestured to the secretary to shut up and said, "Don't let me hear similar words again. We can't afford to offend Wang Xiaoming."

……

"Hello, Professor Wang. I'm the logistics manager at the headquarters. My name is Cheng Yongqian. You can just call me Old Cheng."

As soon as Wang Xiaoming arrived at the elevator leading to the basement of the headquarters, a fifty-year-old man in a Tang suit came over and introduced himself.

Cheng Yongqian had just joined the leadership team to welcome Wang Xiaoming, so he naturally recognized Wang Xiaoming at a glance.

"Are you the one sent by the headquarters to help me take over the laboratory?" Wang Xiaoming asked.

"Yes." Cheng Yongqian stepped forward and pressed the elevator button. "Some of your experimental materials have also been transported to the laboratory."

Surprisingly, the two guards guarding the elevator entrance did not check their ID this time. Perhaps they were notified in advance.

Enter the elevator and come to the underground laboratory of the headquarters.

Cheng Xiangqian led the way and introduced the surrounding facilities:

"Although it's underground, it has a good ventilation system and is not stuffy. There is also a special lounge. If you are tired from the experiment, you can go directly to the lounge to rest. There is also a small cafeteria that can serve food 24 hours a day."

According to Cheng Xiangqian's introduction, this underground laboratory is simply a scaled-down version of an experimental base, and there would be no problem living here for a long time.

There are a total of six independent laboratories here, two of which are currently open. One of the laboratories is used to study ghost lights and the other is a private laboratory belonging to Wang Xiaoming.

The ghost hand and red tie that were originally imprisoned here have been moved away, leaving only the ghost fire.

Wang Xiaoming came to his own private laboratory and found that there were already a lot of his things inside. Most of them were the materials he needed to perform ritual magic, and some were books he needed to read.

"By the way," Wang Xiaoming turned to Cheng Yongqian and said, "Send someone to deliver 20 liters of human blood later. I need it for my experiment."

"Okay, Professor." Cheng Yongqian nodded in response, "I wonder what your requirements are for blood?"

"No requirements, just human blood will do."

(End of this chapter)