The basement was completely packed, with crates of materials stacked from the corners all the way to the ceiling.
Once all the materials had arrived, Song He drove his subordinates out of the basement and busied himself inside with the door shut.
He only did one thing: replaced the labels!
The newly delivered materials all had clear text labels on their bottles and jars, formatted with meticulous precision.
What he needed to do was tear off the text labels and replace them with number labels. They would list no item names, only identification numbers, material properties, and precautions.
There were two reasons for doing this.
First, it strengthened confidentiality. The laboratory members could not be allowed to learn the final formula. The formula was worth a fortune, and with dozens of team members, it was impossible to trust every one of them.
Second, it assisted with calculations. Song He assigned similar numbers to raw materials with related properties. For example, if Liquid No. 60 produced a slight effect, the team members could try Liquid No. 61 or No. 63, giving them a higher chance of success.
Once all the labels had been replaced, Song He opened the doors wide. A group of people in white coats streamed in, each selecting a jar of materials and carrying it out for experimentation.
"Starting today, there will be no more breaks. Everyone, give it your all!" Song He shouted.
"Understood, Boss!" Dozens of people replied loudly, truly becoming the Scientific Research Iron Army!
Over the next ten days, almost none of the team members left the laboratory. They fought with their lives on the line!
For all three meals, they called for takeout as a group. At first, a mighty procession of bicycle couriers delivered the food. A few days later, they simply