Chapter 179: Pharmacist Crete
"Crete's Apothecary Workshop" is just a small workshop that is very small in size and volume, worthy of the name, dim streets, dim facades, dim interiors, and dim front desks, all of which are prohibitive, so that passers-by will not even be able to enterprising and casually stroll around, just like a shop that does something illegal, and it is also like a black shop that does not pay for the death.
It's not that the shop is devoid of light, but the light source is almost completely covered by a few tall cabinets that are strangely placed, and the shadow area produced is huge, and only a few rays of light from the fish that have slipped through the net become the only light source on the outside of the store, which sets off the whole store so dimly and lifelessly.
If it weren't for the fact that it looks clean and tidy both indoors and outdoors, without stale dust, and without messy cobwebs, it is obvious that there are still people who have been taking care of it on a regular basis, and no one would think that this store is still in business, and not a deserted shop that has been closed for decades due to improper management.
No billboards, no product introduction, no introduction, no gorgeous decoration, no front desk, no beautiful shopping guide with attentive service, even a person can not see, only a simple wooden decoration and two glass windows on the left and right and a small double-open glass door in the middle, a small mechanism is specially designed on the iron flower on one side of the door, which is installed on the iron door to stretch out inside and outside, like a swing-like small iron bar, tied to a thick hemp rope on the outside, and hung inside is a moderately sized throwing bell.
This is a simple doorbell device, and when customers outside gently pull the hemp rope hanging at the door, it will shake the bell that is connected to the door just one door away, and make a pleasant and unintimidating crisp ringtone, reminding the people inside that someone is waiting outside the store.
The two handles in the glass iron door are tightly tied together with locks and chains, and what is even more funny is that there is a large wooden sign hanging on the handle, and the words "in business" are written in large fonts.
It is very obvious that Crete, the owner of the "Cretan Pharmacy Workshop", is very bad at running a shop, not to mention the "customer first" service concept of those large trading companies, he not only rejects all potential users who may be interested in curiosity in the first step, but also does not make it easy for people to know what kind of medicine this non-mainstream store sells and what they are good at, let alone let people spend here.
If it weren't for the introduction of a regular customer or acquaintance, the "Cretan Pharmacy Workshop" would have been unattended all year round, and ordinary people would have taken jujube pills if they dared to do something like him!
But the boss Crete here is not an ordinary person, and the business he does is not an ordinary trade, just look at the name of this shop, this place is a potion workshop, and the boss Crete is naturally a glorious and wealthy pharmacist who is responsible for the research of medicine and the development of human power.
Although there are not many practical potions on the market with his Cretan signature, and his level of medicine is not enough to cause the absorption and reuse of some powerful organizations and forces, but pharmacists are pharmacists, and occupations with production attributes will naturally not be short of money, even if the accumulation of theoretical knowledge and the level of scientific research and innovation are not up to standard, it is only the level of half a bucket of water. The degree of matching some precious formulas to produce really effective real potions can still be easily achieved, and even if Crete, who has mastered the "core technology", only sells one or two times a year at the market price, it is enough for him to eat and drink for a year, and he does not care so much about sales and shipments.
The research of innovative potions, the formulation and practice of innovative theories, the discovery and use of objective phenomena and natural principles, of course, in the end, are to create practical, functional and powerful potion formulas, strong human forces in the deterrent power of all things and all spirits, to establish his reputation as a Cretan pharmacist, so as to gain the attention and respect of major organizations, forces, and social classes, so he will spend most of his time in non-stop research and experiments day and night.
In fact, modern scholars, scientists, etc., for honor, fame, money, power and the so-called self-realization ambition, for the benefit of mankind, for the benefit of future generations, for the benefit of the earth, for the benefit of the whole universe, etc., they do not hesitate to spend their lives to work hard for this, because of persistence and reverence, no one is perfect, no one is not a sage, here although human beings are also utilitarian, vulgar, and selfish, but they cannot be despised because of this.
Exhausting one's life to complete an almost impossible task is not something that an ordinary person can finish by shouting slogans every day, nor is it something that can easily persist for the sake of profit, just like the "circle of knowledge" - the more you know, the more you understand your ignorance.
In the same way, there is no end to the development of pharmacy, which is a truth that everyone who specializes in academics can quickly understand once they enter the door.
Experiments and experiments require countless materials, even if the materials required for the experiment are not expensive, but even the cost price is a lot of money, after all, most of the materials are grown in forests, mountains, deep seas and other uninhabited areas, and this is the reason why pharmacists like Crete will choose to open a pharmacy workshop, they are not pursuing the life of ordinary people, they are pursuing a further ** and ambition, even if there is no force to provide them with resources, they earn it on their own, on their own!
No one is born indebted to anyone, and the only one who can rely on them is always themselves.
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The doorbell was in the hands of His Royal Highness Wells, who was having a lot of fun, and it was shaken so that the "bell bell" rang non-stop, and the bell was not loud and not harsh, and the noise was a little noisy and there was no sense of rhythm, but with the crispness of the bell, it sounded pleasant, so interesting It is no wonder that His Royal Highness Wells will have such a good time.
Crete listened to the doorbell and didn't think that it was a passing naughty little pot friend playing with his own doorbell to disturb himself, first, the rope was set a little high, and most of the people who were not eleven or twelve-year-old could not reach it, and eleven or twelve years old were already a half-old guy, and naturally understood some basic etiquette, even if it was located in a remote place, it was all in the royal city of Tessali, and the quality of the residents who could live in this political, economic, and cultural center area was not much lower; second, the law and order was good, and they could rest assured; third, they came to ...... There will be no children running into this place to play!