Qu Jianlei's surprised expression made Wu Zhen stop worrying about anything else.
"Well, I'm asking about the patent not because I want to buy it. Under the current circumstances, thinking about that would be completely pointless!"
"I just wanted to ask whether you could help produce some non-toxic meat. There's no shortage of Locust corpses in the shelter..."
His voice sank as he continued, "There are more than three or five hundred people here who want to eat their meat..."
"Many of the Survivors here personally watched their families get devoured by them, so please, I'm asking you..."
Wu Zhen stood and gave a deep bow. "The price is negotiable, and it could also boost morale."
Qu Jianlei spread his hands. "This kind of Alien Race... even if it isn't poisonous, it could still cause problems after being eaten. We just might not be able to detect them yet."
"I understand that very well," Wu Zhen nodded slightly. "If I hadn't killed my mentor, I should have graduated in genetic editing."
"This..." Qu Jianlei rubbed his forehead, unsure what to say.
In the end, he sighed. "Then that works out. It saves me the trouble of finding people specifically for experiments."
But immediately afterward, his brow lifted. "Still, if I process Locust meat for you at a high price, what do I get out of it?"
"Let's keep accounts separate. No running tabs!"
"Just name your price, sir," Wu Zhen said without hesitation. "As long as you dare to ask, I dare to agree!"
After a pause, he smiled helplessly. "I know you'll definitely be suspicious, but that really is how I feel."
"How about this? To show my sincerity, I'll first give you a general introduction to the traits of the Alien Race we encountered."
Qu Jianlei already knew