Mystery Makes Me Strong

Jiuxing District.

A certain scientific research base was full of jubilation.

Teachers and students are cheering.

"We don't have to worry about money in the future, we can just buy a bottle of reagents."

"One copy of all supplies at home, one copy in the laboratory, and one copy in the car, so they can be used at any time."

"Unlimited investment, online application, quick approval in five minutes, am I dreaming?"

"Teacher, I heard that the laboratory next door has also received such investment."

"Oh, then we have to work harder and strive for better results."

"In the past, they all invested in extraordinary abilities related to alien species and origin force, and what they gave us was leftovers. Now it's finally the end of all hardships."

"Yeah, there are still those excellent students who all go to become mages, players, and secret explorers, but they don't come to be graduate students or work on projects." A certain teacher sighed.

Being a mage, a player, is so interesting, powerful, rich, and lifespan.

In contrast, boring experiments, multiple pieces of data, and papers that make people lose their hair are simply unattractive.

After 30 years of hard research, I have only gained a little. I am just a scientific research coolie.

Comparing the two, almost ninety-nine percent of talents are lost.

Well now, all kinds of resources can apply.

As long as there are resources, no one is afraid.

In modern society, there are many talents.

There are a lot of students graduating every year, and they have to worry about how to arrange them for suitable positions.

It is not uncommon for many PhDs to do undergraduate work.

What's more, I studied hard for 20 years, and finally became a player, moving wood and building houses in various worlds.

After letting the professors read it, they shouted violently.

"However, teacher, it says that all kinds of resources can be applied for, so can we apply for heterogeneous and mage places?" A student suddenly asked.

"You can try." A certain teacher was also quite moved.

Scientific research is good. Wouldn't it be better to come to scientific research after becoming a mage?

However, after the student applied, a prompt popped up on the webpage: "You can apply, but you can only receive it after you retire. The application will be approved according to the evaluation before retirement."

Wen Rensheng is not a layman in scientific research. He understands that most people are doing coolies. Modern scientific research is a team's research. The leader controls the direction and divides the tasks. The students and assistants below complete the experiments and data.

Finally analyze the results.

This involves a lot of trial and error.

Many studies are ineffective in the end, and it is a layman's idea to expect a corresponding return for every penny.

In fact, if you invest a thousand dollars, it would be nice to have one piece used in the right way.

Of course, once you find the right path, the rate of return is unlimited. Just like the research and development of penicillin, many people went in the wrong direction, but as long as one of them got it right, countless lives could be saved in the future.

The criterion for evaluation is whether these people are trying to find the right direction, rather than mixing funds.

For this point, it is difficult to judge in the real world, after all, there is no mind reading technique.

But in Dongzhou World, it is much easier because of mind reading skills.

Who is a pure bastard, who is a hard worker, who is a hard worker, can be screened out at a glance.

An annual screening is sufficient.

Those who work hard and work hard stay, and the bastards are eliminated in proportion.

It can't be eliminated completely, sometimes the bastards can perform miracles.

After placing this chess piece, Wen Rensheng went to the second thing.

He wants to build a "Guardian" team.

The purpose, of course, is to protect the worlds around them so that they can maintain their theme.

As for how to build it, he has a good idea.

It is better to ask the natives to come.

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Lord Jazz, watching the fireworks ignited in the distance, was shivering shivering in the castle.

"Damn it, damn it, I'm a noble knight, conferred by His Majesty the King himself, yet they dare to bring a group of untouchables to rob my fields and my village."

"Master, let's go and seek refuge with Countess Weiner, she still has a hundred knights and three thousand militiamen." The civil officer next to her persuaded.

"The countess has been hanged." Said the cavalry captain on the side.

He has only five cavalry under his command, and they are still half-armored.

His news is better.

In fact, he and Sir Sir were still alive simply because they were too weak to be worth a special trip.

This time it would be affected. It was a group of intruders who took a different route after attacking the countess, and robbed some supplies along the way.

"It's over, then where should I escape? My noble king, why didn't you send a large army to wipe out these rebellions?" Sir Sir cried.

What a waste.

The cavalry captain was very disdainful.

It's a pity that his dead father was a baron, and he was born with a title.

Just as he was thinking, a team in the distance approached the castle.

There were five hundred people in that team, but there were only one hundred soldiers in their castle.

"What should we do now?" Lord Jazz turned around anxiously.

It's a pity that he couldn't think of a way out of his brain after not using it for a long time.

The only thing I can think of is to hold the castle and wait for the king to send someone to clean up these rebels.

"We want to organize the serfs and defend the city together. We say that after defending the city, we will give them three meals." The cavalry captain was still a bit smart.

"Then get organized."

"No," the civil officer persuaded, "If the serfs are allowed to go up the city wall, they will be bewitched to go there. There are several castles where the serfs opened the gates."

"If this is the case, lock up those untouchables and never allow them to go near the city gate!" Lord Jazz shouted.

The cavalry captain sighed, and he looked towards the cliff behind him.

The castle is built against the mountain.

He felt that it was time for him to think about running away.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a bright light flashing in front of his eyes, and a word appeared in his ear.

"Want to protect your land? Want to protect your hometown?"

"In no mood."

The cavalry captain said without hesitation.

Here he is, he has no land at all, the land belongs to Lord Sir, and he is a mercenary.

As for his hometown, he was discriminated against and insulted there, otherwise, how could he be a mercenary.

After answering, the light disappears.

Then he saw that the Sir Jazz in front of him disappeared.

Half a minute later, Lord Jazz appeared again.

The other party's eyes were full of spirits, which were completely different from before.

The former Sir Sir was greedy and stupid, and he thought he was cunning and clever.

In fact, he is a fool who can't even understand the ledger.

"I want to recruit soldiers, I want to protect my land and hometown, and no outsider can touch my land!"

He yelled, and then three more tentacles appeared on his body, all of which were invisible to others.

He immediately began to order: "Will, you go to call the blacksmith to make arrows. Haven, you go to call your cavalry and attendants, we want to break through."

I couldn't see the panic before. On the contrary, Lord Jazz at this time was like a battle-hardened commander.