After Lu Cheng put down his bag, he left the shop and dialed Dai Linfang's number in the square.
"Brother Dai, are you joking about the group chat?" Lu Cheng's tone was somewhat reserved.
In summary, the research group is currently short of money.
Just in terms of animal experiments, Zhang Xibei alone burns almost three hundred thousand a month conducting experiments.
Professor Chen Song, Professor Tong Yuan'an, their practice costs haven't even been accounted for yet.
But Lu Cheng knows that it's normal for original technique projects to burn hundreds of thousands or millions of funding.
After all, the main goal is to promote it to large-scale clinical trials. If safety can't be guaranteed, they would rather not use it than take risks with patients.
"Brother Lu, is there anyone else around you?" Dai Linfang asked.
"I'm outside. My wife is picking up ingredients." Lu Cheng looked at Mu Nanshu, who was still carefully selecting vegetables, seriously examining their quality.
