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The details were not revealed, but Yun Tinglan understood instantly that it was definitely related to J gene research.

She suddenly felt a toothache. The old lady was so old, why did she suddenly become so interested in these things? No wonder Li Yan was so angry. The two of them had always disagreed on this point.

Li Yan advocates letting nature take its course and promoting health preservation and physical exercise to achieve the goal of longevity. He feels that studying things like Jin Kelong is against the will of nature and too hurtful to human nature.

However, Grandma Tan was very interested in these things. She had read many of Yun Tinglan's books on biology, chemistry, bacteriology and virology.

In recent years, when Yun Tinglan and Grandma Tan discussed medicine, they were no longer limited to traditional Chinese medicine and acupuncture.

Yun Tinglan's laboratory was also open to Grandma Tan, and the old lady often stayed there for a few days. It was also her fault for being careless, as she only thought that the old lady was studying the combination of Chinese and Western medicine, but she did not notice when the old lady became interested in J Yin.

Song Jinhan came back with the phone and shook his head, "The old man only knows that there is indeed such research, but the confidentiality level is too high and he can't get it. He knows this because of the myna."

Li Yan frowned and sighed for a long time, "Okay, I'm leaving first."

He has to do this himself. His junior sister even hid it from this girl, probably because she didn't want her to have any contact with it.

After the people left, Yun Tinglan asked Song Jinhan, "Really no news?"

The old man doesn't have it, but Lingxi definitely has it. Apart from the ones above, only Lingxi can break through silently.

This was something Yun Tinglan had not expected.

Kunlun, the place where mythology originated.

It was obvious that the secret base dozens of meters underground was not built in a day. Yun Tinglan just confirmed that Grandma Tan was safe, and seeing that she was there voluntarily, she left quietly.

A salted fish should have the awareness of a salted fish. It is not good to know too much about some things.

Summer weather is unpredictable, it rains when it says it will. Thunder rumbled from afar, the sky opposite turned dark as if ink was splashed, and bean-sized raindrops hit the car window with a crackling sound.

Song Jinhan drove the car directly into the yard. Yun Tinglan carried Xixi along the corridor into the inner courtyard. There were guests in the living room, and they were entertained by Grandpa Shen.

Yun Tinglan then carried her daughter into the side hall.

Grandma Shen wanted to take Xixi back, but the little girl's face flushed and she dazedly hugged her mother's neck and refused to let go.

"What's wrong?" Grandma Shen touched Xixi's hand, and then touched her forehead in panic, "Do you have a fever? Why did you suddenly get sick?"

"She had a slight fever, but it was nothing. She just wanted to play. The teacher said she didn't take a nap at noon and secretly ran out to play with her friends in the hot sun. Then it started to rain, and they got wet and waded through water. When the teacher found out, she took them back to change clothes. In the afternoon, she found that Xixi didn't look right, so she called me."

Yun Tinglan explained, "Don't worry, make her a bowl of ginger soup, and she'll be fine after she sweats."

Fearing that the old lady would be anxious, Yun Tinglan simply found something for her to do. She carried her daughter upstairs, laid her down, coaxed her gently, changed her clothes, and then gave Xixi acupuncture.

When Song Jinhan came up, Xixi had already fallen asleep.

Yun Tinglan motioned him to go out and talk.

After going downstairs, she spoke, fearing to disturb her daughter. "It's okay, Xixi is in good health, she will be fine after a good sleep. You can send a few boxes of cold medicine to those families later, otherwise the parents will be dissatisfied with Xixi."

Although no one wants to catch a cold, it was caused by Xixi taking them out to play. Now every family has such a precious child, how can they not feel sorry for him.

Song Jinhan nodded.

The cold medicine that Yun Tinglan mentioned is from a pharmaceutical factory jointly run by their laboratory and the Chinese Medicine Hospital. It specializes in the production of Chinese patent medicines and now focuses on children's medicines. Its scale has doubled in just one year, and its advertisements are even broadcast on TV stations.

When Xixi woke up, it was already dark. She felt hot so she kicked off the thin blanket, rubbed her eyes and called out, "Mom, is dinner ready?"

"You still don't forget to eat even though you're in this state?" Yun Tinglan poked her daughter's forehead unhappily, "Will you play in the water next time?"

The little girl hugged her mother's arm coquettishly and said, "Mom, I'm hungry."

As long as you know you’re hungry, everything’s fine.

Yun Tinglan touched her forehead and it was no longer hot.

"You're hungry, why don't you get up quickly?" She patted Xixi's butt. "Your grandma heard that you were sick, so she brought some old hen soup specially made for you. She added the bamboo fungus you like to eat, and your great-grandmother kept it simmered over the fire."

Hearing about the delicious food, Xixi stopped clinging, picked up her shoes, and skipped downstairs. Her long hair was tied into two small braids, and she was sleeping with her fur flying up, like a hedgehog.

The little girl didn't care and ran to the dining table to eat. Seeing that she was in good spirits, the old people breathed a sigh of relief.

After dinner, Grandpa Shen handed Song Jinhan a stack of coupons.

When I picked it up, I saw that it was actually stocks?

Song Jinhan raised his eyebrows, "Did you buy it?"

Yun Tinglan took it. It was a denomination of one hundred yuan. There were at least one hundred in a stack, but she didn't know the price.

"Isn't it popular to set up joint-stock companies now?" Grandpa Shen pointed at the stocks. "Their factory became a pilot joint-stock company and raised funds from the public. They came to me. They are old acquaintances. That factory..."

That factory was once owned by the Shen family. It was founded by Grandpa Shen, who had great feelings for it. Later, he donated it to Guo Jia. In those years, the leaders of the factory often mailed things to Grandpa Shen and his family in private.

Even if it's just to repay the favor, I have to buy this stock.

"One share is one dollar. This one is one hundred shares."

That is to say, if one bill is 100 yuan, then this stack would be 10,000 yuan.

A few days later, Ms. Qi came over and asked, "Have you heard about that stock? Can I buy it? I heard your grandfather bought 10,000 of it?"

In Ms. Qi's eyes, Grandpa Shen is the God of Wealth. He makes money from whatever he does and earns money from whatever he buys. When she heard that he was buying stocks, she became interested.

In fact, it is also possible to buy it. Yunting Orchid spent a few days to learn about the companies that are currently raising funds, measuring their output value and future development space, and recommended one to Ms. Qi.

She also took out 20,000 yuan and bought some of their original shares.

He did not forget to remind Ms. Qi: "Don't move the stock after you buy it. Wait three to five years before you can see what happens."

"I know. Just treat it as a fixed deposit and put it away and forget about it." Ms. Qi is now wealthy and she took out 10,000 yuan to buy stocks without hesitation.

Yun Tinglan looked at her and said, "You really don't need to tell my dad?" Ten thousand is not a small amount.

"No need. I have the final say with the money I earn." Ms. Qi waved her hand indifferently. She looked down upon Yun Changshan's monthly salary of more than 60 yuan, which was not even as high as the dessert shop's daily net profit.

He grumbled a little dissatisfiedly, "He's just stubborn. I'm so busy, and I asked him to come and help look after the store. I paid him 100 yuan a month, but your father didn't want to come. He's obsessed with power. He's just a deputy incense manager, and he's relying on the mineral water factory. Look how proud he is."

They are cadres, big or small, in charge of thousands of people in a certain area.

But what about coming to Beijing?

A brick fell down, and several CHU-level cadres were killed. What was he? He still had to rely on his wife for salary. How could Yun Changshan accept the gap?