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Chapter 61 Is this an okay question?
The restaurant is located north of Binjiang. It is a stand-alone building with a century-old history. Elements such as lion dances and koi fish can be seen everywhere, giving it a strong oriental flavor.

The private room, which is over a hundred square meters in size, is decorated in retro magenta. The coffee table and round table are both decorated with blue and white porcelain vases with thin mouths and a few plum blossoms in full bloom.

Jiang Chi, who arrived late, placed his apricot-yellow windbreaker and messenger bag on the sofa and apologized to Lu Qingfei:
"Sorry, the experiment was delayed for a while."

Lu Qingfei smiled and said, "The time is just right. I arrived early."

Neither of them was the type to be reserved, so they sat down right away.

Lu Qingfei slowly wiped his hands with a hot towel.

Jiang Chi drank a sip of hot tea and said, "Chu Tong often told me that your voice has a kind of magic. Are you from the broadcasting department?"

"No." Lu Qingfei said calmly, "I'm an archaeologist."

Jiang Chi was a little surprised.

Her temperament really doesn't make people associate her with a dull profession like archaeology.

Jiang Chi thought again and realized that other people’s first impression of her did not seem to be that of a pharmacist.

"I majored in crude drug, and now I am mainly engaged in the research of combining traditional Chinese and Western medicines."

Lu Qingfei praised: "A talented girl in drug research."

Jiang Chi could accept other people's compliments without any burden, but Lu Qingfei's...

She was rarely modest: "You are a true genius for developing a fasting pill that can cure bulimia!"

Lu Qingfei: "It's just a coincidence."

Jiang Chi thought she meant that Li Wu happened to take the Bigu Pill before her bulimia was cured, so he mistakenly believed that the Bigu Pill cured her bulimia.

Lu Qingfei no longer produces and sells Bigu Pills. Without Bigu Pills, there is no way to prove the argument that Bigu Pills can cure bulimia.

Jiang Chi's thoughts hit a dead end.

The waiters pushed in food carts one after another, and on one of the carts was a porcelain plate with a golden roast duck that smelled delicious.

The chef skillfully cut the roast duck into slices and arranged the crispy and juicy roast duck neatly.

Then the waiter dipped the duck meat in sauce, added chopped green onions and wrapped it in the pancake, and then put the rolled roast duck on the plates of Lu Qingfei and Jiang Chi.

Lu Qingfei looked at the table full of delicious food, and a myriad of emotions arose in his heart.

State banquet standard.

Treating someone to a meal as an apology is too generous.

Jiang Chi suddenly said: "I want to apologize to you solemnly."

"Ok?"

"I am responsible for the external accounts of the research center. I did not manage the accounts well, which led to someone taking advantage of them to send you negative information, which had a negative impact."

Miss Jiang remembered the game cartridges she hadn't bought yet, and felt that she must not give her uncle a chance to stop using the cards, so she apologized in an extremely exaggerated manner.

"Feel sorry!"

Lu Qingfei raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled, "Your family rules are indeed strict."

Jiang Chiru was pardoned and smiled: "There's nothing we can do. They are just a bunch of cold-blooded capitalists who love face."

Then she added: "Especially my little uncle."

"What do you mean?" Lu Qingfei asked.

"I recently had a research project that needed funding, but he refused to give me any more money."

"More money?"

Jiang Chi said: "He allocated funds to the old project three months ago."

Change projects every three months.

The risk assessment is likely to exceed the limit, so it is normal not to allocate funds.

"I heard that the daily salary in the entertainment industry is 208 million. Why don't I work in the entertainment industry to supplement my research funding?"

Jiang Chi said to himself: "But Chu Tong is a singer, she doesn't seem to have a daily salary of 208 million..."

It is somewhat magical that scientists enter the entertainment industry to earn research funds.

For the sake of the delicious food, Lu Qingfei patiently analyzed it for her:
"Drug R&D has three bottlenecks: low success rate, long R&D cycle, and high R&D investment. Your uncle's concerns are probably about the first two."

Jiang Chi put a piece of osmanthus cake on the plate and looked hopeful: "Is it possible to convince him?"

She devoted herself to scientific research and knew nothing about the family business.

Lu Qingfei had done some research in advance and had a general understanding of the situation, so he explained, "Jiang's Group is involved in everything from the sunset industry of real estate to the thriving technology information and new energy technology. Its business scope is wide, but its share in the pharmaceutical market is very low."

Attracting research funds is basically the same as talking about investment and selling things.

Only when you hit the other party’s pain point will they pay for your product.

They talked about the Jiang Group's business sector, scientific research projects, and then about each other's interests and hobbies, and finally ended the meal with smiles on their faces.

There was a chandelier hanging from the ceiling of the corridor, and artistic oil paintings hung on two walls. Lu Qingfei and Jiang Chi came out of the private room and walked to the elevator on the dark red carpet.

While waiting for the elevator, Jiang Chi asked curiously, "Did you minor in finance and economics?"

Lu Qingfei shook his head: "Just check the reports of recent years and you will know."

Jiang Chi shrugged: "Then I still prefer to do experiments."

As the two were chatting and laughing, the elevator opened with a "ding" sound.

Lu Qingfei kept smiling, and raised his eyes upwards, unexpectedly meeting Jiang Heng's gaze in the elevator.

Their eyes met, and no one looked away. They did not shy away from staring at each other.

Jiang Heng saw Lu Qingfei's smile freeze for a moment. At that moment, her eyebrows and eyes were as cold as frost and snow under the sun, but she soon put on a polite smile, making her whole person look much softer.

In Lu Qingfei's vision, Jiang Heng looked relaxed and carefree, with slightly curled eyes that looked a bit cynical. The light reflected on the wall was warm, but it was cold when it fell on him.

There was silence all around. The people inside and outside the elevator looked at each other in silence, as if they could hear the sound of time passing by.

Lu Qingfei looked at Jiang Heng carefully. People may look the same, but their emotions cannot be the same.

The form can be imitated, but the spirit cannot be replicated.

Jiang Chi broke the silence and asked in surprise: "Uncle, Brother Rui, why are you here too?"

Lin Rui, who was standing next to Jiang Heng, said, "Socializing."

"Ms. Lu." Lin Rui bowed slightly towards Lu Qingfei as a greeting.

Lu Qingfei turned his eyes away from Jiang Heng and greeted Lin Rui: "Mr. Lin."

Jiang Chi thought about how to persuade his uncle and walked into the elevator.

Under Jiang Heng's gaze, Lu Qingfei walked into the elevator calmly.

The elevator door closed, and Miss Jiang belatedly introduced: "Oh, by the way, my uncle Jiang Heng, the person you were asking about last time is him."

"Uncle, this is Lu Qingfei."

Lu Qingfei raised his head and looked towards Jiang Heng.

Jiang Heng lifted his eyelids slightly, met her gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Last time?"

His voice was pleasant, with a hint of nonchalance.

Jiang Chi, who was not thoughtful, reminded: "It was the time at the research center."

At this time, the elevator opened.

Lu Qingfei withdrew his gaze and walked out without much concern.

Jiang Heng followed her as if nothing had happened.

There is a fountain in front of the restaurant, and the water waves are glittering in the silvery moonlight.

Jiang Chi, who drove over, offered to take Lu Qingfei home. Lu Qingfei didn't refuse because he was having a good time chatting with her.

A car was parked under the moonlight and did not leave for a long time.

Jiang Chi walked over, opened the back door, and said to Jiang Heng, "Uncle, you don't have to see me off. Lu Qingfei and I will go together."

Jiang Heng raised his chin slightly and pointed to the dark blue gift paper bag on the seat.

Jiang Chi: "What is this?"

Jiang Heng's lips curled slightly: "Apologize to someone, not give a gift?"

Jiang Chi curled his lips.

The cold-hearted uncle only gives gifts and money.

The difference between him and an ATM is...

No difference!
She is completely different from her promiscuous father.

Jiang Chi opened the bag and took a look. It was filled with honey.

The Jiang family has several farms abroad. They recently harvested fresh honey and had it airlifted to Hengwu Villa yesterday.

"Uncle, you gave me honey as a gift, it's so shabby, is our family going to go bankrupt?"

Jiang Heng only said: "Don't keep people waiting too long."

Jiang Chi said "oh".

Two seconds later, she continued, "There's a man in the research center who said he doesn't want to work hard anymore. Let me ask you, do you need a boyfriend?"

Lin Rui in the driver's seat was shocked.

Is this okay to ask?
Jiang Heng turned a deaf ear to it.

Jiang Chi felt embarrassed and went back to his car with his things.

The sky was filled with dark clouds, it was seven minutes into the night, and an ice-berry pink Porsche stopped at Jinjia Tiandi.

Lu Qingfei was about to get off the car when Jiang Chi suddenly handed her a bag.

"Apology gift."

Apology meal, apology gift…family precepts are comparable to ancient etiquette.

Lu Qingfei found it a little funny: "Thank you."

"I should be the one thanking you. I'll treat you to a meal when I get the research funding!"

Jiang Chi waved his hand and started the car.

Lu Qingfei watched her leave.

After a moment, Lu Qingfei turned his gaze back from the driving car and looked down at the heavy bag in his hand.

Eight jars of bright yellow honey.

There was also a note stuffed inside.

Lu Qingfei picked it up and saw a sentence written on the paper:
Soak in warm water, warm water.

The black handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with just the right amount of strokes, which is particularly pleasing to the eye.

Lu Qingfei's eyes fixed on the note for a moment and he frowned slightly.

Two times of warm water.

As if to emphasize something.

In the pocket of his coat, the silent phone screen lit up and a message popped up:
Help! ! !

(End of this chapter)