"I can give you a generous reward, how about 600 kroner per month?"

“???”

The numbers hit Savalin and Matik's fragile nerves, and the two turned back: "So many?"

"The other party can enter the Berlin Chemical Research Institute. How do you compare?"

Kawei now has a pharmaceutical factory and patent as a support, and money is no longer a problem. But Koch obviously is like him and has no interest in money: "I can't give up all Professor Baier's recommendations from Huayan, so."

After all, it's still one step late.

Kawei saw his embarrassment and could only sigh softly and stop entangling.

Failure to get Koch's help is a major loss for Kawei and Austria. Kawei seemed a little depressed, but his smile still said: "So that's the case, it's a pity, but I wish you a happy work in the Chemistry Institute."

"Thanks."

The two talked about each other's views on microorganisms, and then exchanged some verification experiments on microorganisms.

From the perspective of microbials, Koch is still very immature. He still has a long way to go before he can "conquer the microscopic world" and "the originator of bacterial science". Kawei originally wanted to shorten his process of hitting a wall and taking detours, but now it seems that some

It's hard.

However, Kavi has not given up yet. Koch needs to visit his school in Vienna for two months. The only thing he can do now is to change his decision in the next two months.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, several people in the laboratory had a simple dinner and were about to continue to accelerate the experiment, a knock on the door came from outside the room.

Standing at the door was Vette, who had just returned from the pharmaceutical factory.

Kawei was a little surprised: "Sir Witt, how did you find this place? The evidence collection from the pharmaceutical factory is over?"

"It's over." Witt glanced at the laboratory a little, and his eyes quickly turned back to Kawei's face. "Doctor Kawei, if you can, please come with me."

"Hmm? I haven't done anything, why arrest me?"

"It's not that you're caught, I hope you can help with the investigation." Witt leaned forward and whispered, "The pair of riding boots has been confirmed by many parties and does belong to Mr. Albert. Unless he bought new shoes, the legs in the shoes will be too.

It should be his."

Don’t care about my update time. If the time is usually in the middle of the night, you have already slept before. If the surgeon can live to my age, he will naturally have a set of rest methods that suit you.

ps: Kawei's paper should be released on Monday or Tuesday, two articles, one thermometer and one microorganism, of course, if time allows.
Chapter completed!