Rebirth with a Space to Counterattack and Abuse the Scumbag

I stood in the laboratory, looking at the delicate seedlings in the petri dish, feeling a mix of emotions.

These special crops grown using space are key to new product development, but also the biggest challenge.

The output was too low to support large-scale production.

The fluorescent lights overhead buzzed, making my scalp tingle and making the cramped laboratory seem even smaller.

I reached out and touched the seedling's emerald green leaves. A cool sensation spread through my fingertips, but it did nothing to cool the anxiety in my heart.

Raw materials, raw materials, the biggest problem right now is raw materials!

Suddenly, the telephone on the table rang sharply, piercing the already tense atmosphere in the laboratory.

I took a deep breath and answered the phone.

“Ms. Miao, regarding the batch of raw materials you ordered earlier…” Mr. Zhou, one of the raw material suppliers, spoke in a greasy and obsequious voice, yet it made me feel inexplicably uneasy.

My heart started racing, and my hand gripping the microphone tightened involuntarily.

"Well, due to recent market fluctuations, raw material prices have risen considerably, so..." He paused, as if deliberately whetting my appetite, "we need to double the price."

"What?!" I stood up abruptly, the pen in my hand falling to the ground with a "thud," sounding particularly jarring in the silent laboratory.

Double?

Why doesn't he just rob it!

Anger surged into my heart instantly, and I could almost feel the rush of blood through my veins.

I clenched my fists so tightly my knuckles turned white, suppressing my anger, and said, word by word, "Mr. Zhou, we did sign a contract back then, it's in black and white, crystal clear!"

A contemptuous laugh came from the other end of the phone. "Ms. Miao, what era are we living in? Are you still clinging to the contract? The business world is like a battlefield, changing in an instant. You can't be unaware of that, can you?" The threat in his tone was undisguised, like a sharp thorn piercing my heart.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the surging anger in my chest.

No, now is not the time to act impulsively.

I picked up the pen that had fallen to the ground, quickly wrote down a few keywords on the paper, and then said calmly, "Mr. Zhou, I understand the market fluctuations you mentioned. But the legal validity of the contract has increased, and you will be liable for breach of contract. Do you think that's worthwhile?"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhou's laughter paused noticeably, clearly not expecting me to calm down so quickly. His tone softened slightly, but still carried a hint of disdain, "Ms. Miao, are you threatening me? I, Mr. Zhou, am not easily intimidated. As for the breach of contract penalty, I can afford it. But if I stop supplying you, your new product development will probably remain just talk, won't it?"

I sneered, my gaze unwavering. "Mr. Zhou, do you think you're the only supplier? The business world is like a battlefield; I understand that better than you. I'm giving you only two choices: either supply according to the contract, or I'll find other suppliers." I paused, emphasizing my point, "Of course, I might send today's recording to other industry peers so they can see what kind of untrustworthy person Mr. Zhou is."

There was silence on the other end of the phone, but I could hear his rapid breathing.

After a moment, his tone softened, "Miss Miao, please don't be so absolute. We business people make money through harmony."

I smiled slightly, but my tone remained firm. "Since Mr. Zhou understands, let's proceed according to the contract. I need to see the raw materials in three days, or else you will bear all the consequences."

"Okay, okay, Miss Miao, don't worry, I will definitely deliver the raw materials in three days." Boss Zhou's voice carried obvious compromise and reluctance.

After hanging up the phone, I breathed a long sigh of relief, a sense of victory welling up inside me.

This is business negotiation; it's either you or me.

I leaned back in my chair, feeling the relief of surviving a close call.

But before I could fully relax, I heard researcher Xiao Wu exclaim, "Sister Miao! Oh no, my data seems to be wrong!"

I walked over with a frown and watched him frantically adjust the equipment, his face full of anxiety and frustration.

He pointed to the curve on the computer screen and stammered, "I...I think I messed up the concentration of the culture medium, which...which caused all the data to be messed up."

I sighed helplessly, and the joy in my heart vanished instantly.

I picked up his notebook, looked at the data carefully, and then checked the experimental steps again. It was indeed his negligence that caused the problem.

The atmosphere in the laboratory became heavy again, and the air around seemed to carry a sense of oppression.

I rubbed my temples, trying to soften my tone. "It's okay, Xiao Wu, everyone makes mistakes. Just consider this a lesson learned, and be more careful next time. We can do it again now."

I glanced around the lab, looking at the experimental flowcharts hanging on the wall, and suddenly stopped.

Do it again?

No, I don't want to repeat meaningless work.

I

I took the seedlings and headed straight for my personal little laboratory, locked the door, and slipped inside.

The space was warm and inviting, brimming with vitality, a stark contrast to the cramped and oppressive laboratory outside.

I carefully planted the seedlings in the fertile black soil, and watching them quickly recover under the nourishment of the spiritual energy, my anxious heart finally calmed down a little.

Xiao Wu's mistake gave me a new idea: instead of repeating the previous experiment, I should try a different approach.

If the conventional culture medium concentration doesn't work, perhaps I can try using the spiritual spring water from my space?

Without further ado, I fetched the spring water, diluted it according to the incorrect ratio given by Researcher Wu, and then carefully dripped it onto the seedlings.

Time passed second by second, and my heart rose and fell with the condition of the seedlings.

At first, the seedlings didn't react, and I couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

But soon, a miracle happened!

The seedlings grew at a visible rate, their originally delicate leaves becoming greener and their stems becoming thicker.

A strange sense of excitement welled up inside me; I felt as if I could see the dawn of success.

For the next few days, I locked myself in the lab and worked tirelessly on my research.

I continuously adjusted the concentration and ratio of the spiritual spring water, recorded the growth of the seedlings, and tried to find the best ratio.

However, things did not go as smoothly as I expected.

With each attempt and each failure, my enthusiasm and hope were gradually worn away.

I sat wearily in the chair, rubbing my aching temples. The laboratory was filled with the pungent smell of chemicals, and the fluorescent lights overhead buzzed as if mocking my incompetence.

Looking at the mountain of experimental records on the table, I felt a deep sense of frustration.

Am I wrong?

Is this road simply impassable?

"Knock knock knock..." A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

I opened the door somewhat impatiently and saw Gong Lin standing there, holding a file folder in his hand, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" I forced a smile.

Gong Lin didn't say anything, but simply handed me the file folder, saying, "Take a look at this."

I took the file bag with a puzzled look, opened it, and found a detailed technical document inside.

I quickly glanced through it, my eyes widening as my heart raced faster and faster.

This document is surprisingly...

"Mr. Liu has arrived." Gong Lin's voice rang in my ears.

I stared blankly at the documents in my hand, my heart pounding like a drum.

This document surprisingly details the characteristics of crops grown in special geographical environments and their optimal cultivation methods!

I suddenly looked up at Gong Lin, "This... how did you get it?"

Gong Lin smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of doting. "I invited an expert, Mr. Liu, who is very knowledgeable in this field."

I eagerly flipped through the documents; each line of text was like a shining star, illuminating the path ahead of me.

Characteristics, growth environment, and nutritional requirements of crops grown in special geographical environments...

All the questions that had puzzled me before were answered in this document.

An unprecedented hope rose in my heart.

"Mr. Liu is outside and wants to talk to you," Gong Lin's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I took a deep breath to calm my excited heart and pushed open the laboratory door.

An elderly man with gray hair stood at the door, a kind face with a gentle smile.

Is he Mr. Liu?

“Miss Miao, I’ve heard so much about you.” Mr. Liu extended his hand and shook mine. “Your research project is very promising, and I’m very interested in it.”

In the following time, Mr. Liu and I had an in-depth discussion about the details of the new product development.

His profound knowledge and rich experience have given me a lot of inspiration.

I felt as if I were in an ocean of knowledge, greedily absorbing every drop of nourishment.

“Ms. Miao, your idea is very creative, but you should also pay attention to some details.” Mr. Liu pointed to a certain place in the information, “The growth environment of crops in special geographical environments has very demanding requirements, and temperature, humidity and light must be strictly controlled.”

I listened attentively, occasionally asking my questions, which Mr. Liu patiently answered.

The atmosphere in the laboratory was no longer somber; instead, it was filled with a positive and hopeful spirit.

"With Mr. Liu's involvement, our research and development progress will definitely advance by leaps and bounds!" I was full of confidence and couldn't wait to start the new experiment.

I carefully followed the instructions in the materials, adjusted the composition of the culture medium, controlled the temperature and humidity, and then put the space crop seedlings in.

Time passed second by second, and my heart rose and fell with the condition of the seedlings.

Finally, the seedlings began to grow, much faster than before!

I clenched my fist excitedly, a sense of triumphant joy welling up inside me.

However, just as I was immersed in joy, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind.

This information is so detailed, could it be...?

Leaked?

My heart sank suddenly and a chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

If this information falls into the hands of our competitors, the consequences will be unimaginable!

I must keep my research confidential and never allow anyone to steal it.

I immediately called Gong Lin, "Gong Lin, I need your help..."