Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Jiang Zhijun scanned it, filled in a few blanks, and signed the contract slowly.

Lao Li also signed, with a smile on his face again.

"That's fine, let's have a happy cooperation." Lao Li reached out to shake Jiang Zhijun's hand, exchanged a few words of greetings, and left.

In the ward, it was quiet for a while.

"Boss Jiang is still the best, and he sold all 3050." Wen Zelin said without words.

Director Jiao also followed up quickly, and said with a smile: "It's really good, thank you, Director Yang, for giving us an exclusive right to sell."

"Mr. Jiao is polite." Yang Rui smiled slightly, and said, "We each take what we need and cooperate with each other."

There are more than 40,000 embryos in total, and 30,000 embryos with a bonus are sold at a limited price, and there are more than 10,000 embryos left. Although the profit exceeds 200%, Yang Rui is not jealous.

Embryo transfer is not a one-off deal, but such a high profit curve lasts for at most one year, and it continues in a state of rapid decline. With the development of the embryo transfer business, the economic needs of major farms and ranches will become stronger and stronger, and the political needs will become weaker, not to mention the entry of other competitors.

From Yang Rui's point of view, it would be great if the genetic engineering laboratory can continue smoothly. A little more income in the early stage will help the laboratory purchase equipment and instruments. Besides, no amount of money is meaningless. If you can't use the money from public laboratories for yourself, it will become corruption.

Of course, if you want to count on the genetic engineering laboratory to be able to undertake work such as cloning Dolly the sheep, the annual income of tens of millions is just the basic expenses.

Back in the laboratory, Yang Rui signed a list of instruments and reagents in one go, and then looked at his resume.

As the technology of cattle embryo transfer becomes popular, the name of the Genetic Engineering Laboratory of Haidian District gradually becomes famous. If Yang Rui starts to recruit people, he will naturally receive a lot of resumes.

Nowadays, almost all units open their doors to recruit people. Of course, they are only open to highly educated candidates. In this era of double explosion of knowledge and education, it is very difficult for college students or job seekers with a university degree to find a job. Easy, like the State Grid, which is envied by later generations, or the civil servants of provincial agencies, for most college students, they are jobs that can be found by submitting too many resumes.

On the other hand, although the treatment of colleges and universities and research institutes is poor, they can also attract some young people with ideals and aspirations. , Unswervingly choose the scientific research route.

However, Yang Rui didn't choose people based on their ideals and ambitions. When looking at resumes, in the final analysis, they were looking at their study and work experience.

After roughly marking a dozen or so names, Yang Rui asked someone to notify him of the interview, and went around the laboratory before he changed into his coat and walked out slowly.

The cadres of the various farms at the gate were still chaotically crowded in the waiting room, so Yang Rui added another star to the decoration office area in his heart.

It’s just a renovation. The Haidian District Genetic Engineering Laboratory has now obtained 2,200 acres of land, which is already larger than an ordinary junior college campus. In such a large place, with a little planning, you can build a good building group.

However, when it will be completed is another question. The current construction speed in China cannot be compared with that of later generations.

Yang Rui doesn't want to care about these things now.

Jiang Zhijun's hospitalization reminded Yang Rui that his recent work frequency is indeed a bit too high. Although he is young, isn't karoshi or something just aimed at young and middle-aged people?

In view of this, he did not go straight to Huarui Laboratory or Ion Channel Laboratory as usual.

Yang Rui rode his bicycle slowly, not looking for the avenue, but looking for the right direction, and turned into an alley.

Just like the Shikumen in Shanghai @上海, Beijing’s hutongs are also blown up like magic,

If you go to a semi-scenic spot like Nanguluoxiang in the 21st century, you will inevitably have some feelings, and you will also have a lot of curiosity and envy. A place of hundreds of thousands of square meters is prosperous and down-to-earth, clean and tidy, and it can be called It's the most livable place in the city.

However, hutongs full of life are not necessarily livable or not, and dilapidated is the most intuitive impression of the 1980s.

Yang Rui has never seen old photos of the 1980s, and he lacks the temperament of Wen Qing, but walking in the alleys of the capital in the 1980s, especially in the middle of the non-famous alleys, the so-called breath of life is washed away by various strange smells .

Stone or brick courtyard gates are intact, and you can’t see a single one. Nowadays, building materials are not cheap, and people with a little money will not take them out to decorate the courtyard gates. Neighbors get a reputation for being vain or stupid.

Besides the gate, the next worst thing in an alley is the roof.

The courtyards of ordinary people are usually not too high, and the roof slopes down. Standing a little farther, you can see the asphalt tarpaulin on it. In order to prevent the rain, the thatch is basically complete. However, in order to prevent the wind from blowing it away, the thatch is covered with bricks and stones. From the appearance, it is not elegant.

In fact, the photos of the elegant alleys are taken, but it is difficult not to pay attention to those places that are inconsistent when walking in them.

"You stand a little ahead."

"Yes, almost."

"It's cheaper to head left."

There were a few girls chattering in front of them.

Yang Rui turned the handle of the bicycle and walked in the direction of the voice.

Passing through a crossroad, I saw three brightly dressed girls in a narrow alley. One was standing behind a tripod, ready to take pictures, shaking his left hand happily. The other two were leaning against the white wall, as if wanting to Take a photo with the stone lion.

Compared with the commoner courtyard that Yang Rui passed by just now, the courtyard they chose is obviously more grand, with a half-person-high lion at the door close to the threshold, showing the status of the owner.

Yang Rui stopped the bicycle naturally, waiting for them to finish taking pictures.

This wait is quite a while.

Whether it's the girl standing next to the stone lion or the girl taking pictures, they are always posing happily until they confirm that everything is perfect before pressing the shutter with a "snap".

Film cameras, of course, cannot be as casual as digital cameras.

Yang Rui doesn't have much artistic talent, but he also thinks that they chose a good angle.

But after the two girls finished taking the photo, they turned their faces to Yang Rui.

Now there are no overwhelming posters and fashion magazines, and the definition of movies and TV is not high. Watching handsome guys and the like can really be counted as welfare.

The two girls blushed a little, and winked, showing the girl who took the picture.

The girl who took the photo twisted the shutter, turned the film over, and then looked up at Yang Rui, but she shouted out in surprise: "Yang Rui?"

"En?" Yang Rui was a little surprised when his name was called.

"I'm Xiaoman, Wen Xiaoman, do you remember me?" The girl who took the photo ran over bouncingly, with a camera hanging around her neck, her voice was higher than the other two girls, she was a little thinner, but There is a pair of slender legs, as if they came out of the second dimension.

Without waiting for Yang Rui to speak, Wen Xiaoman said in extremely fast-paced words: "We took the bus from Pingjiang to Beijing together, in the soft sleeper car, and you also lent me the walkman, remember?"

"I remember. When I reported to school in my freshman year." In fact, without her reminding, Yang Rui also recalled the appearance of this very spirited little girl.

However, compared to the cute little girl she used to be, Wen Xiaoman now has a bulging chest and is already a big girl.

"When you were a freshman, I was a sophomore. Now I'm a sophomore. Are you a junior?" Wen Xiaoman raised his head to look at Yang Rui, pouted, and said, "I went to Peking University to look for you. Absent."

"I haven't spent much time in school." Yang Rui could be notified through regular channels, such as guards, but Wen Xiaoman obviously didn't mean to go through formal channels.

She bit her lip lightly, took off the camera on her neck, smiled, and said, "Let's take a photo together. Next time I go to you again, I can use the photo as evidence."

"Okay." Yang Rui readily agreed.

Wen Xiaoman immediately handed the camera to the girl who was traveling with her, and ran over to hug Yang Rui's arm.

The plump breasts seem to be able to transmit the heartbeat through the arms.

While Yang Rui was enjoying it, he also felt a little guilty. No matter what, she was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, so she should be a gentleman.

This idea turned around in his mind, and Yang Rui felt Wen Xiaoman tighten his arms again.

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