Outright Favoritism

Chapter 470 Seven Borders, Li Qiao is Almighty

This time, it was Li Qiao's turn to be surprised, "Huh? You still have it?"

"You nonsense, you don't know how popular that special medicine is?"

Li Qiao said ‘oh’, "I don’t know, didn’t I just make it with you at that time."

This is true. Because the Seventh Son of the Frontier is always injured, she followed Xia Siyu to research the treatment prescription, and later developed a medicine with special effects for trauma healing.

Thinking about it this way, it seemed that not long after the prescription was developed, Su Laoshi dragged them into the Medical League.

Xia Siyu at the other end: "..."

She sometimes thinks that Li Qiao's attitude of playing with the world is really love and hate.

Obviously he was the most capable of the Seven Frontiers, and he didn't realize it at all.

Before the Seven Sons were disbanded, someone asked them privately why everyone liked and indulged the youngest Li Qiao.

She obviously looked lazy, as if she was the most incompetent.

At that time, as the eldest brother, Huizi had not passed away, and his cowardly tone explained the other party's confusion, "Because the other six of us have different abilities, but only she... is omnipotent."

That's right, Li Qiao is an almighty little seven who has six abilities in one.

Whether it was Shen Qingye, who obtained information, or Xia Siyu, who provided medicine, Li Qiao had all the strengths they were proud of.

It's just that she never moved.

Wandering around in the Seven Sons team all day will give people the illusion that she has no strength.

Anyone who has really understood the deeds of the Seven Sons will understand that they love Li Qiao not because she is the youngest and the strongest.

It's that she has lived and died for each of them.

...

That night, Li Qiao returned to his dormitory in Renhe Lab.

She sat down at the window and undid the gauze, looked carefully, and sighed.

At that time, seeing the test report, and Li Ru ran over to find the fault, she couldn't hold back for a while, so she smashed the machine.

It's not that the content of the drug test cannot be seen by people, but that I feel frustrated and want to vent it.

The result...careless.

It was past nine o'clock in the evening, and Li Qiao didn't have much sleep. Xia Laowu asked her to send her medicine, and it was estimated that she could deliver it tonight.

She thought for a while, saw the computer on the table, got up and fished it in her hand, leaned on the bedside, put the computer on her lap and turned on the machine.

With a curious mind, Li Qiao landed on a stock platform.

When she entered the account number and password in the "Autobiography of the Stock God", the page that popped up really stunned her.

The account is still there, and even the accounts holding positions are still operating normally.

As for the funds... there were more than a dozen figures, she didn't count them carefully, because it was definitely over ten billion.

So much money is still there today?

Li Qiao opened the transaction details, densely packed data from top to bottom.

Whether it is the stock shrinking or the stock market stabilizing, it seems to be no different from the prediction of the female stock god.

It's just such an excellent stock market trader, how come there are so few deeds related to her now?

And this account, if it weren't put in the handbook, would it be buried in the torrent of time forever?

Li Qiao was fascinated by it, time was passing bit by bit, but at a certain moment, a strange number suddenly struck her mind.

She immediately logged out of the account, and when she logged in again, she pressed the last digit of the password, her eyes stopped suddenly.

The last three digits of the password, 312, are her birthday.

A coincidence?

She even had the urge to go to Shang Zonghai and ask what this female stock **** has to do with her.

In other words... who is it?

Li Qiao picked up the phone, looked for the picture of the female stock goddess sent by Charles, and looked at it for a long, long time.

Reason told her not to ask Shang Zonghai, because he would definitely not say.

Maybe it was just a coincidence.

Li Qiao fingered the photos on the screen, and after countless alternating years, the image of the female stock goddess seemed to be more and more concrete and three-dimensional.

She faintly began to look forward to whether there would be more gains from the translation content of the next twenty pages.

...

Early the next morning, mist shrouded the city.

The weather was gloomy, and the sun struggled to shine through the clouds.

After Li Qiao got up to freshen up, she applied a layer of milky white ointment to the back of her hand, blew it and went out.

At one o'clock in the morning last night, she received ten bottles of special-grade trauma medicine personally delivered by the general manager of the Nanyang branch of Huanxia Pharmaceutical Enterprise downstairs.

Ten bottles are a lot, but after her hand injury is healed, she can send a few bottles to Shang Yu.

Even though Shang's pharmaceutical companies have independent R&D laboratories, this special-grade medicine contains herbs unique to Myanmar, which has a miraculous effect on wound healing.

The research institute, Li Qiao walked into the research room and felt the atmosphere was particularly dull.

When seven or eight researchers saw her entering the door, their expressions were different, and there was no lack of sympathy and ridicule.

Li Ru is naturally mocking.

The junior researcher of the gene mutation project team broke down a high-priced testing device, and the whole scientific research institute now knows about it after being spread by people.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Li Qiao was called into the meeting room of the personnel department in the next building.

Also coming together were Academician Jiang and Li Ru. Zhang Ji, the head of the personnel team, turned the computer on the desk in front of Li Qiao, and said rather solemnly: "Researcher Li, you look at this first."

Li Qiao half-supported her forehead, glanced at it, and did not respond, "Just talk about the result of the treatment."

Zhang Ji was stunned for a second, then looked at Academician Jiang strangely.

The students under his hand destroyed the important instruments of the scientific research institute. This was the first bad incident since the establishment of the institute.

But the performance of Academician Jiang at this moment made Zhang Ji even more confused.

The old man wears glasses, his elbows are placed on the back of the chair, and his fingers are crossed in front of him. There is no tension in his posture, but... the old **** is in such a leisurely and casual manner.

Zhang Ji retracted his gaze and cleared his throat, "Academician Jiang, although Researcher Li is your student, and you have made countless contributions to our scientific research, don't blame us for not being emotional. Her plot is really serious."

Academician Jiang nodded, "Well, you are right."

Zhang Jishan shuddered and continued to talk to himself, "The situation reported by Researcher Li last night is indeed true after our investigation, and the surveillance in the research room has also been photographed.

So...Researcher Li, we must seriously criticize your behavior, and at the same time we need you to compensate for the damage to the equipment of the research institute. "

Li Qiao opened his eyes and looked at him, and asked with a smile but a smile: "Not expelled?"

Zhang Ji pursed his lips, a little bit uncomfortable with her calm attitude, and said in a calm tone: "As long as you can compensate at the price and apologize to Researcher Li, we consider that you are the first offender and can keep you in the research institute Position."

(End of this chapter)