Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Over the next few days, the Swedish academic delegation split into small groups.

Scholars in biology and chemistry basically stayed in the ion channel laboratory, while scholars in physics, mathematics, mechanical industry and other fields, under the arrangement of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, started the expected tour of the capital.

It is a little surprising that several Swedish administrative officials also stayed in the ion channel laboratory.

They are not interested in academic papers and the like, and they have no desire to read Yang Rui's papers, but they are extremely interested in Yang Rui himself. Every day, in the limited corners where they can meet Yang Rui, there are Swedish administrative officials. figure.

Looking at the officials who had surrounded Yang Rui since lunch, Marjorie sneered and said, "As far as their level is concerned, they want to use Yang Rui to take over?"

Lancerot smiled weakly, and said, "Yang Rui always needs more nominees."

Marjorie's eyes couldn't help flickering. It is true that the requirements of these administrative officials are also low. They do not have the need for "recommendation", nor do they have the ability to do so. However, they can easily find one or two nominations for Yang Rui. In the future, if Yang Rui wins the Nobel Prize or other related benefits, it will not be difficult to ask for some rewards.

Marjorie showed a disdainful expression, and said, "Moth."

Lancelot didn't make any comments, but asked, "Who did you find?"

Knowing that he was asking about the recommender, Marjoli sighed and said, "It's Houston."

"Where is the space shuttle launched?" Lancelot had a rare sense of humor.

Marjoli said helplessly, "It's Houston from Stockholm University."

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"I didn't know him before." Marjorie shrugged and said, "But now he's going to be Yang Rui's recommender."

Sponsorship is not a formal position, but it is recognized in the research world.

To put it simply, the relationship between a recommender and a scholar is like the relationship between a star agent and a star, which means honor and disgrace.

Marjorie used to be very worried about Yang Rui's strength and development, but now that he can't get it, he is a little unwilling.

Lancerot smiled meaningfully and said, "So, Yang Rui's trip to Sweden was not fruitless."

Marjorie nodded heavily, and said, "He's a smart young man."

"It's not just smart." Lancelot laughed out loud.

Marjorie also blushed, and said, "It's always easy to be misled by his age."

Speaking of this, Marjorie became a little more cautious, and said: "You said, Yang Rui's experiment should be done by him, right?"

"How to say?"

Marjorie hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Will the Chinese government organize its personnel to give multiple honors to Yang Rui?"

Lancerot thought for a while, and said: "It can't be said that this possibility is completely impossible. Although I don't believe that anyone is willing to give up Nobel Prize-level achievements, there are precedents for giving up the Nobel Prize. What do you think? "

"I can only observe as much as possible. Think about it, it is actually difficult for us to confirm this matter in China. In this way, it is very dangerous to be Yang Rui's recommender."

"That's true." Lancerot could feel Marjorie's mentality of saying that grapes were sour because he couldn't eat grapes. However, nothing is absolute, and such a situation has not happened before.

There are indeed many wonderful things hidden in the century-old history of the Nobel Prize.

Thinking of this, Marjorie was somewhat relieved.

In the next few days, he still haunted the ion channel laboratory and contacted Yang Rui in many ways.

Even if he couldn't be a recommender, he would not give up building a relationship with Yang Rui.

For such things as the Nobel Prize, there is only one major for a year, and it is not like Chinese cabbage that you can come across every day.

He was lucky enough to meet Yang Rui this time, and found that he had a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize, so no matter what the problem was, he would keep in touch. What is a competitor,

In the United States or Western European countries, his competitors would have increased tenfold.

Especially after being covered in the crystal structure of G-protein coupled receptors, Marjorie would drool when looking at Yang Rui.

However, his aggressive contacts didn't help.

Marjoli changed his strategy without hesitation after learning from the painful experience. Early the next morning, he took the reserved taxi and headed straight for the Ion Channel Laboratory of Peking University.

When he arrived, the breakfast at the Ion Channel Laboratory of Peking University had just started. The master greeted the familiar face of the foreigner warmly.

"I want a pancake, can it be served with honey?" Marjorie glanced at the food on the table and chose the safest one.

Today's interpreter is Qin Xiucheng. He got up before dawn and accompanied Marjorie, his eyes were still sleepy, and he simply said to the master: "Give him a pancake and some honey."

"Honey with pancakes? The rich man's way of eating." The master chef sighed twice, but it was still fully prepared.

Qin Xiucheng was too lazy to talk, and only said in an official tone: "You must pay attention to the impact of what you say. What should you do if you let foreign guests hear it? Do you think we are fighting against him?"

"Originally. Besides, people can't understand Chinese." The master has stayed in the ion channel laboratory for so long, and he has met some foreigners and leaders, and he is not particularly fond of Qin Xiucheng.

Qin Xiucheng was a little unhappy at once, but he couldn't say any more, so he said sullenly, "I want steamed buns and porridge."

"Come on, please pay some money at the end." The master pointed to the depths of the small cafeteria.

Qin Xiucheng frowned suddenly.

The master slapped the iron spoon and said: "We invite foreign guests, there is no reason to treat them all."

"Whatever you want." Yang Rui's cheap smile appeared in Qin Xiucheng's mind, and he lost his appetite immediately, and sat down on the table angrily.

Marjorie placed pancakes in front of him, soaked them in honey, looked up at Qin Xiucheng, and said, "Mr. Qin, can you sit across from me?"

"Huh? Oh, what's the matter?"

"I want to look at Tofu Nao's table." Marjorie pointed behind Qin Xiucheng, and said, "You're blocking me."

Qin Xiucheng was a little surprised that he could say the word Doufunao, nodded foolishly, changed his position, and asked, "Why do you want to look at Tofunao's table?"

"Because Yang Rui often comes to eat tofu nao." Someone answered Qin Xiucheng's words in English, put down a plate on the table, and said, "Marjolly, you sat at my table."

Qin Xiucheng looked up in surprise, and saw that the person who came was Luisa, a female scholar of our group, a young Norwegian lady. She has the iconic blond hair of Norwegian women, deep features, and a thin and straight nose. In Qin Xiucheng's impression, this is a knowledgeable and quiet lady.

However, Ms. Louisa, who was usually quiet, was full of anger at this time, and said, "Marjorie, you know that I will sit here every day, so you came early on purpose?"

Marjorie's eyes widened, and he said, "What do you mean you sit here every day, how would I know."

"Then please step aside."

"Why do you want me to get out of the way." Marjorie's voice was a little weak.

Luisa laughed twice, and said: "You said you didn't know, you knew that Yang Rui would sit next to him when he had tofu nao, so you came to grab this table."

"Anyway, I came earlier today, please sit in another seat." After all, Marjorie was a little guilty, and said in a low voice: "I have something I want to talk to Mr. Yang Rui."

"Everyone wants to talk to Yang Rui. But Yang Rui is only free during the meal time. You can try to grab the lunch time." Luisa sat down and said, "Please change to another seat, this is my regular position." seat."

"I..." Marjorie didn't know what to do, when he looked up and saw Yang Rui, he hurriedly said, "Here, I'll just say a few words, and then I'll leave."

Luisa turned her head and saw Yang Rui coming straight towards the tofu brain, she couldn't help curling her lips and said, "I'll give you three minutes, anyway, the way you eat waffles is like garbage in Yang Rui's eyes .”

"Huh?" Marjorie looked at the pancakes and honey on his plate, feeling a little confused.

"Chinese people are very concerned about their food. This is their pride. If you insult their food, you are insulting their country. As long as Yang Rui sees your plate, he will not give you a good face." Luisa Hit Marjorie with the newly acquired eight-hand knowledge.

Marjorie frowned, looked at Qin Xiucheng, and asked, "Is that so?"

"Probably..." Qin Xiucheng hesitated and didn't know how to answer, so he started his sentence with maybe.

However, before Qin Xiucheng's "maybe" sentence was formed, Marjorie had already made up his mind.

Yang Rui was right in front of him, and it was time to make a decision.

Marjorie grabbed the pancake that was bigger than his palm, and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

He ate so fast that Qin Xiucheng had no time to stop him.

It seems that there is no way to stop it.

In at most ten seconds, the huge pancake was swallowed by Marjorie, and he didn't even chew it much.

Qin Xiucheng was dumbfounded, and Luisa made a movement of stuffing her throat, and said in admiration, "Your skills are so well practiced, don't you feel like throwing up at all? It's so deep..."

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Patnos, who was covered in tattoos, stared blankly at the table in front of him, and said in a low voice, "Godfather, I really...uh, really can't do it."

Godfather: Paternos, do you know what Chinese people care most about?

Paternos: Godfather, it's their food.

Godfather: That’s right, Chinese people care about their food very much. This is their pride. If you insult their food, you insult their country. If you insult their country, can you still learn the essence of pcr? ?

Paternos: I was wrong, but, Godfather, I... I don't even eat tripe buns.

Godfather: There's no tripe here.

Paternos: I don't eat offal burgers either.

Godfather: There is no offal here either.

Looking at the heads of white water sheep, white water pig and white water buffalo on the table, Patnos fell into deep despair. I am even more afraid of the trip to China.

The godfather said in an encouraging tone: Patnos, do you still remember that you killed the Tedel gang by yourself? You are not even afraid of submachine guns, are you still afraid of these foods?

Patrenos: I'm not afraid...

Godfather: Yes, don't be afraid, you have to learn to taste food...

Patrenos: Yes...

Godfather: After eating them...

Patenos cried: Godfather...can you sprinkle a little salt...

Godfather: Chinese people like light taste.

Patnos hugged the sheep's head, gnawed it and widened his eyes, constantly doubting life: why is this a light taste?