Ten p.m., the dormitory.
Song He lay on his bed, frowning as he read the contract.
There were so many clauses that they gave him a headache. He had never seen a contract as thick as a textbook in his entire life.
"Money is hard to earn, and even shit is hard to swallow!" he sighed.
Besides the tedious contract clauses, he was also troubled by how much he should charge.
Engineered bacteria were like cars. There were beat-up secondhand cars worth a few thousand, as well as luxury supercars worth tens of millions.
Song He's improved No. 1 Bacteria could only be considered a prototype of engineered bacteria. It was merely suitable for producing things; it did not yet possess the ability to produce anything. Further gene editing and selective breeding were necessary.
It was like building a floor but only laying the foundation. Zhuang Xia had come over, taken one look, and said, "This foundation is pretty good. Sell it to me!"
How was he supposed to price a mere foundation?
Song He was lost. He felt the pain of not knowing how much to accept when someone was trying to give him money.
"Knock, knock, knock!" Someone suddenly knocked on the dormitory door.
He put away the contract and got up to open it.
To his surprise, four male students stood outside.
There was pale-faced Du Lai, dark-faced Wei Huai, short Su Xueduan, and tall Lang Gaoge.
Each of the four held a brand-new hardcover book, which they handed over with complicated expressions.
"What does this mean?" Song He asked in surprise.
"River God, we're convinced. We came to apologize and pay our respects!" Du Lai spoke as if he had thrown caution to the wind.
"We just went to the bookstore and picked out a few