After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Stationmaster Wang and Lao Huang drove the car and dumped "Nightingale's" body into a nearby ditch, then called Jiang Shiyuan, who had just cleaned the interrogation room, to get in the car.

"Let's go get Lao Huang's bicycle first."

Stationmaster Wang stepped on the accelerator and the black car drove away from the dilapidated residential area like an arrow.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at a bushy green belt opposite the Xiafei Villa.

Old Huang jumped off the bike and pushed out his Pegasus brand bicycle, which "makes noise everywhere except the bell", from the green belt.

"Stationmaster, I won't bother you. You can just ride back by yourself."

"It's the middle of the night. Are you sure you can ride back by yourself?" Stationmaster Wang asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, that's nothing, you still don't trust my kung fu!"

Old Huang said, straddling his bicycle in a cool manner, and waved to the two of them, "Stationmaster, Shennong, see you later!"

"Old Huang, be careful on the road!" Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but remind him.

"Don't worry, I'm a martial artist!"

After Old Huang finished speaking, he stepped on the pedals hard, and the bicycle lurched into the night.

Stationmaster Wang looked at Old Huang's receding back and shook his head helplessly, "This Old Huang is really a funny guy!"

"Yes, Lao Huang is a very interesting person!" Jiang Shiyuan also agreed with a smile.

"Okay, Xiao Jiang, it's getting late. I'll take you home first."

"Then I'll trouble you, Station Master."

The black car started again and drove towards the International Apartments.

Along the way, neither of them spoke, and the silence in the carriage was a little depressing.

Stationmaster Wang looked through the rearview mirror from time to time to observe Jiang Shiyuan's expression.

He knew that tonight's action would be a big test for Jiang Shiyuan.

This seemingly weak woman actually possesses tenacity, courage, shrewdness and wisdom that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The car soon arrived at the bottom of the Wanguo Apartment.

"Xiao Jiang, you're home." Stationmaster Wang turned around and reminded softly.

"Thank you, Stationmaster!" Jiang Shiyuan nodded slightly, then pushed open the car door and walked down.

"Xiao Jiang, you've worked hard tonight, go back and have a good rest."

"By the way, remember to prepare an interrogation report for me when you get back. Try to write it as nicely as possible. This needs to be reported to the Military Control Commission headquarters."

"Okay, Station Master, I understand!"

Jiang Shiyuan watched Stationmaster Wang's car leave before turning around and walking into the apartment building.

She walked lightly up to the third floor, took out her key and opened the door.

As soon as she entered the room, she couldn't wait to take off her royal blue velvet cheongsam, which was stained with blood and mold.

She couldn't stand the smell, and even more so the bloodthirsty impulse it aroused.

Jiang Shiyuan walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the warm water wash over his body.

She needed to wash away the fatigue in her body, and even more so, the restlessness in her heart.

After washing up, Jiang Shiyuan changed into a silk nightgown and lay down on the bed. It was already one o'clock in the morning.

She wanted to fall asleep quickly, but her mind couldn't help but recall the important information that "Nightingale" had just told her.

It turns out that Japan had already begun infiltrating the political leaders of the National Government a long time ago. They are so insidious and cunning, with ulterior motives.

She can now be completely sure that the Japanese spy who went to Nanjing to assassinate the Kong and Song families and whose throat was cut by her own hands should be Crow.

The heron who went to Jinling to pick up the crow should be Kitahara Sosuke, whose neck was broken by himself on the train.

Jiang Shiyuan felt like the pearls that had broken off the string were slowly being strung into a complete necklace.

The conspiracy of Inoue Mansion is slowly coming to light.

The next morning, Jiang Shiyuan, still dressed in a dashing professional suit, came to the top-level R&D department of Jiayuan Pharmaceutical.

"Good morning, Minister Zheng!"

"Good morning, Advisor Jiang." Minister Zheng greeted her respectfully.

"Minister Zheng, have all the imported sulfa raw materials been collected and stored?"

"Yes, Miss Jiang. As you instructed, they are all kept in the material warehouse. You can start the research and development of domestic sulfonamides at any time."

"Very well, thank you for your hard work!"

Jiang Shiyuan first went to the material warehouse, withdrew some imported sulfa raw materials, and then went straight into his independent drug research and development laboratory.

This is a spacious and bright laboratory, equipped with various advanced experimental instruments and equipment. It is her secret base for drug research and development.

Jiang Shiyuan put on a white research coat, a mask and gloves, and devoted himself to the research and development of domestic sulfonamides.

She carefully separated, purified and synthesized the imported sulfonamide raw materials, and carried out each step strictly in accordance with the research and development notes left by her mother.

Since Ms. Zhong Xue Ning had left behind detailed research and development methods for the domestically produced sulfa drug "Xiaozhilong" in advance, Jiang Shiyuan followed the instructions and soon made phased progress.

As she watched the white powder gradually taking shape in the test tube, she became more and more impressed by her mother's foresight.

Ms. Zhong Xue Ning, who was also a time traveler, had predicted twelve years ago that her daughter would embark on the path of chemical pharmaceutical manufacturing, so she left behind those shocking Western medicine formulas.

It’s a pity that God is jealous of talented people. My mother passed away before she had the chance to lead Jiayuan Pharmaceutical to glory.

Now she has taken over her mother's mantle and inherited her legacy. She is determined to develop and mass-produce China's own sulfa drug as soon as possible, so that more Chinese soldiers fighting against the Japanese invaders can be spared the suffering of wound infection and ulceration.

In a blink of an eye, it was twelve o'clock noon. Jiang Shiyuan let out a long sigh, took off his mask and gloves, and rubbed his sore shoulders.

She walked to the window and stretched, but her stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

Jiang Shiyuan took off his work clothes and prepared to go to Jiayuan Pharmaceutical's cafeteria for lunch.

Just as she walked to the door, before she had time to open it, she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Jiang Shiyuan asked puzzledly.

"It's me!" Chen Jing'an's energetic voice came from outside the door.

Jiang Shiyuan opened the door and saw Chen Jingan wearing a neat royal blue suit and holding an exquisite lunch box in his hand.

"Hey, Brother Jing, why are you here?" Jiang Shiyuan was a little surprised.

"I'm here to bring you lunch!" Chen Jing'an raised the lunch box in his hand and said with a smile.

"I know you've been busy in the R&D room all morning and you definitely didn't have time to eat properly."

"So I specially asked the chef at home to make a few dishes you like and send them over!"

As he was about to walk into the R&D room, Jiang Shiyuan quickly stopped him and reminded him with a frown.

"Wait a minute, we can't eat in the lab, why don't we go to your office!"

Chen Jingan grinned when he heard this, "Okay, it just so happens that you haven't visited my general manager's office yet!"

Then he took Jiang Shiyuan's wrist without saying anything and led her towards the office.

Jiang Shiyuan wanted to break free, but when he thought of the delicious food in the food boxes, he softened his heart instantly.

As a result, the intimate behavior of the two caught the eyes of a group of employees and triggered countless scandalous fantasies.

After visiting the luxurious general manager's office, Chen Jing'an asked Jiang Shiyuan to sit in his large and soft boss chair.

"Look, this is your favorite eight-treasure duck, as well as crab roe tofu and blanched choy sum."

Chen Jing'an opened the food boxes layer by layer and introduced them enthusiastically.

"I asked the kitchen to prepare them carefully. Come and try them. How do you like them?"

Jiang Shiyuan looked at the delicious food all over the desk and couldn't help but salivate.

"Well then, I will obey your command. Thank you, Brother Jing!"

Adhering to the principle that delicious food is the only thing in the world that should not be missed, she began to eat with relish.

Chen Jing'an watched her eat with gusto, with a doting smile on his face.

At this moment, Jiang Shiyuan's beautiful eyes turned and asked with interest: "Brother Jing, do you usually trade stocks?"

Chen Jingan frowned slightly when he heard this, and asked with a puzzled look on his face: "What are you talking about?"