Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"We'll be in Beijing soon, do you still need drinks or wine?" A blond stewardess came to Yang Rui and asked him in English with a smile. (ww.qiu.cm is the fastest update)

After flying for more than ten hours in a row, the economy class was crowded and narrow. Even with Yang Rui's physical strength, he felt extremely tired. He said, "It would be best if I could have a cup of coffee."

Airline services in the 1980s were still very considerate. Apart from the small seats in the economy class, most customers could receive individual care, and it was no problem to drink water, tea, drink or smoke.

However, it is relatively rare for a flight attendant to come to ask alone, and the few people who often fly next to her can't help but look over.

"Wait a minute." The stewardess left with a smile. After a while, she gave Yang Rui a small teacup with a coaster, and said with a smile, "Your coffee, be careful not to burn it."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." The stewardess glanced at him again, and gently pressed the coaster with her hand before leaving.

Yang Rui froze for a moment, subconsciously turned over the coaster, and saw a name and the name of the hotel.

"I want a cup of coffee too." Wu Hongbo next to him caught a glimpse of something and called out in English.

"Wait a minute, sir." The stewardess responded with a smile, and after a while, she brought a cup of coffee and a white coaster.

Wu Hongbo thanked with a smile, and when the stewardess took two steps away, he joked: "It seems that my old man has grown up for too long."

Yang Rui chuckled and put the coaster away.

Wu Hongbo sat next to him and said in a low voice, "Don't make mistakes."

"No." Yang Rui replied with a half-truth.

Speaking of which, he was really curious and excited.

However, after the plane landed, Yang Rui's curiosity and excitement were overwhelmed by the welcoming crowd.

Not far from the runway, you can still see red banners and large white characters saying "Warmly Welcome Researcher Wu Hongbo and his party to successfully negotiate and return to China", as if giving someone too much.

There are people standing under the banner as usual, most of them are students, but it seems that there are quite a few middle-aged and elderly cadres, and there are a few cars behind them, both old Hongqi and old Shanghai brands, and the front one is probably a new one. The Japanese imported car, with its black paint and gray light, is more attractive than the plane next to it.

"Yo heh,

Welcome to your people. "Yang Rui let go of the hanging ladder to Wu Hongbo, and said with a smile: "You go out for a while, the people in the unit are still thinking strangely. "

"These guys...they don't know how to hang your banner." Wu Hongbo pulled Yang Rui over and said, "Go ahead, this is for you."

"What are you preparing for me?"

"For the cooperation with the US Department of Energy, do you have to cooperate alone?" Wu Hongbo shook his head and said, "You know how much trouble will be caused by such a big event."

Yang Rui took advantage of the situation and asked, "How many winds and waves?"

If it were someone else, he would not make a sound now, but Wu Hongbo's playful temper was violated, hehehe twice, and said: "Well done, maybe I can beat a member of the academic department out of the waves, and the funds are not enough. There will be fewer, such as doctors and professors, let alone how many can be produced."

Professor Cai coughed heavily from behind, and said, "Old Wu, don't indoctrinate young people with these things."

"Don't say it now, and wait until you suffer a loss? If you don't protect him this time, it would be nice if you can leave him a mouthful of soup." Wu Hongbo laughed twice, feeling a bit like the evil big devil in a comic book, and said. : "This project is now Tang Monk Meat. We can make Zhu Bajie, Sha Monk, or even White Dragon Horse. Who can be sure to be Monkey King."

"Your old Wu is Monkey King." Professor Cai patted Wu Hongbo and said, "I'm Zhu Bajie for alms, and you can be Monkey King and go out to grab meat."

"It's the dog that steals the meat, and Monkey King is a vegetarian."

"Did he eat peaches when he turned into a dog? That's so weird, he has to eat meat just to look like a dog."

Yang Rui pretended to be ignorant and listened to the two gags, but he didn't care much.

The scientific world is indeed complicated, but scientific research can be simple. Anyone can do the second-generation PCR, but you have to be able to do it.

Everyone knows that treating cancer can win a Nobel Prize, you can treat one and see, if there is a secret recipe handed down from your ancestors, you can try to get a Nobel Prize, ****.

The project is easy to accept, but it is not easy to do.

Yang Rui now has his own laboratory with sufficient funds and a sufficient number of well-trained experimental dogs, who are not afraid of anything at all.

As far as the pcr series of technologies are concerned, Yang Rui dares to say what he wants to do. It’s fine if others do research in a proper manner. He is already a world-class academician, even if a few Nobel Prize winners come, he is not afraid.

In this field, his accumulation is more than enough, pouring technology is just a matter of words.

This can already be said to have touched the primary form of a schoolboy, at least in the PCR field created by Yang Rui himself, his technical reserves are at the schoolboy level, but no one else knows about it, so the most important deterrent is missing.

But mentally, Yang Rui is independent and complete, not worried about the next dispute at all.

However, Yang Rui's indifference falls in the eyes of others, he is really a bit stupid.

Professor Cai quarreled with Wu Hongbo, turned around, and persuaded Yang Rui: "Don't worry, if the Chinese Academy of Sciences wants to get involved in this project, let them get involved, and the big head must be ours."

Yang Rui shrugged: "If you want to touch it, give it to them."

Yang Rui thought: I let you for five years, can you make a second generation?

Obviously impossible. Those who have the ability to make the second-generation PCR in five years do not need to grab this project at all.

Anyway, this project is based on the principle of pcr and the continuation of patents. Whoever makes new things will inevitably have to pay Sinovel’s patent fees. This kind of expected expenditure and huge investment in the research and development process can only be profitable. A company like the Chinese Academy of Sciences lacks motivation to do it.

Of course, Yang Rui thinks this way because he has a deep understanding of what Americans want, or what Dalbecco wants.

Those who want to grab the project may not necessarily have such an understanding.

Several people got off the plane, and after a warm meeting, Yang Rui was isolated intentionally or unintentionally. Before Wu Hongbo and others understood, Yang Rui was crowded onto an old red flag.

At this time, if Yang Rui resisted desperately, it would probably be useful.

However, what was unexpected was that Yang Rui had no intention of resisting at all, and even got into the car with some cooperation.

The driver kicked the accelerator, left the convoy and jumped out.

"Where are you taking me?" Yang Rui asked the nervous young man beside him who was holding his arm.

"We have prepared a celebration banquet, and everyone has to go." The young researcher sitting next to Yang Rui was even more nervous than Yang Rui, and his hands couldn't help but increase their strength.

Yang Rui secretly tensed his big arms, so as not to bounce off the young man's hand, but made the latter feel the hard muscles and heavy threat all at once.

"Don't mess around." The young man yelled in fright.

The driver also turned around frequently.

"Drive hard." No matter how hard his muscles were, Yang Rui didn't dare to touch the 70 yards of steel. He relaxed his arms and said, "I won't move around, and you shouldn't go to too remote places."

The car suddenly fell silent.

It was already two hours later when Yang Rui met Professor Cai and the others again.

The courtyard of the Chinese Academy of Sciences is bustling with people coming and going, as lively as giving out five-nut mooncakes during the festival.

When Professor Cai saw Yang Rui, his expression was a bit reluctant. He pulled Yang Rui and said in a low voice, "I will try my best to fight for you, but the Chinese Academy of Sciences has leaders who are more determined."

Yang Rui smiled and said: "The Chinese Academy of Sciences is a ministerial-level unit, and it happens to be connected with the US Department of Energy, right?"

Professor Cai frowned, and said in a low voice, "You just need to know, don't say any more."

"The situation is different from what you expected?" Yang Rui asked strangely seeing Professor Cai's appearance.

Professor Cai nodded slowly, and said: "We originally thought that even if they wanted to participate in the project team, they would occupy a few positions at most. In the end, they wanted to set up several project teams."

Professor Cai laughed at himself and said, "When it comes to politics, we academics really can't handle them."

If it is a project team, even if Yang Rui is not given the status of a project director, he has to be partially responsible, but with multiple project teams, decentralization and honors are great. "

Professor Cai explained the situation, shook his head and apologized, "Sorry, Yang Rui, we made a mistake this time."

He really does feel guilty. Originally, the team led by two academic committee members, Professor Cai and Wu Hongbo, was already an extremely powerful team in the field of biology, but they did not expect that Yang Rui could leverage the US Department of Energy. Now, the influence of this matter expanded from the purely biological world to the scientific world, and the strength of the two suddenly became weak.

Yang Rui listened carefully, and when he looked at the people in the yard who seemed to be celebrating a festival, he sneered and said, "Let him be divided into project groups. The more project groups, the better."

"You have a solution?" Professor Cai knew that Yang Rui often had unexpected tricks, so he suddenly looked forward to it.

Yang Rui nodded slightly, and said: "How many project teams can be established and how much budget can be given, this is the right of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, who is qualified to do this project, they say nothing."

Professor Cai's heart moved, and he asked in surprise: "Can you influence the US Department of Energy?"

"I don't have that much energy, but I can't be replaced by any cat or dog." Yang Rui smiled confidently.

Dalbecco wants the second-generation PCR in order to implement the Human Genome Project better and faster. What he likes is Yang Rui's understanding of PCR, and what he likes is the predictability of "Genomics" written by Yang Rui. In this field, Yang Rui is world-class, especially after the publication of "Genomics", Yang Rui can even be said to be one of the best figures in this field, how can a few small bureaucrats be able to replace him.

It's a pity that few people can calmly analyze the honor, money and power that seem to be at their fingertips.

A well-dressed middle-aged man came out of the crowd first, came to Yang Rui, stretched out his hand and said with a smile, "Yang Rui, let's get to know each other. I am Zhang Leshan, and I have also done genetic research for a while."

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