Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

"Our group must work hard. I won't say much about the importance of this project. As long as it succeeds, it will be a project that may win the Nobel Prize. The lowest minimum is also comparable to artificial synthetic bovine insulin..." Before the experiment started, Gu Qiang cheered up the team members.

He was not like this before, it was because he felt the threat from Wang Liangcai's group that he became so serious.

Gu Qiang said "not much to say", but in fact he talked a lot.

The project is so important that Gu Qiang's pressure has accumulated.

"None of my brothers have published a paper on S." Gu Qiang said in a rambling voice, "You know how Professor Yang managed to make such a big fortune, right?"

Gu Qiang pointed to the surroundings of the laboratory and said, "After all, the ion channel laboratory started after Professor Yang published CELL."

About Yang Rui's academic experience, not to mention the researchers inside the laboratory, people outside the laboratory are almost familiar with it, but everyone still listens to Gu Qiang. Everyone loves a success story, and it's nice to have someone to talk to during a tedious experiment.

It's ridiculous to say that although the laboratory can't be called lively, it can't be considered deserted at all. It's normal for people to come and go, but when it comes to chatting, it really depends on the atmosphere of the laboratory itself.

There are quite a few scholars who are dull. They don't like chatting in the first place. If the experiment gets busy, they can't wait to squeeze ten sentences into one sentence. It's best not to talk.

Many graduate students who have just arrived in the laboratory cannot adapt to such an environment, what should they do?

Talk to the little white mouse.

Graduate students with a strong personality or who like tragedy can twist the mouse’s neck while chatting with it. The effect is the same as the talking bottle in the youth idol drama. The mouse hangs up after listening to it, and will never reveal any of your secrets or mental illness.

Graduate students with weak personalities or those who like comedy don’t want to talk to their counterparts, so that’s okay. You can choose to chat with the mice in the control group. If the project is good, the latter can live for several months. No matter how bad it is, you can also choose rats or something. Considering the cost of the experiment, the more expensive things in the laboratory usually live longer. For example, the living conditions of doctoral students with a monthly salary of 1,200 yuan are slightly better than those with a monthly salary of 800 yuan. Graduate students——Salary is 50% higher than that of colleagues, what a proud thing.

Gu Qiang's research team has gone crazy doing experiments recently, and now that they have the opportunity to speak, they havetened to say a few words excitedly, especially the unnamed scientific research dogs who have not yet gotten used to life in the laboratory, and they can't wait to "bark" call out.

"Let's say in private that if the cloned sheep is done, the general thesis must be Professor Yang's first, but such a big project, the sub-theses can't be written in a year, how will it be distributed then?" Gu Qiang said leisurely. Flickering, he said again: "The core issue now is not whether everyone has signed the paper. In Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory, if you want the quantity, you can feed it in three to five years, but you say, who is sure? Papers assigned S?"

Everyone quieted down and watched Gu Qiang continue to blow.

In fact, Gu Qiang was not sure about getting the S paper, but he did.

Published S-level papers, in China in the 1980s, that was the existence of the big brother level. If he goes back to Shandong University now and easily takes the title of a professor, he can smash the stainless steel ceiling. Of course, the premise is that the old principal does not remember the grudge of being cuckolded.

Those who followed Gu Qiang, whether they were transferred from a local university or merged with the Haidian District Genetic Engineering Laboratory, were only known to S and were not qualified to fantasize about S.

Now that they have the opportunity, everyone's expressions are focused.

As long as the cake is delicious enough, dogs can eat cakes to satisfy their hunger.

Not to mention, the turnover price of the S paper under Yang Rui's hands is pouring out.

"The core issue today is still the competition among the research groups." Gu Qiang finally reached the key point, stepped on the chair with one foot excitedly,

Acting like a mountain king, he said: "In the current Yang Rui genetic engineering laboratory, Wang Sisheng, Jiao Yangping, and Professor Tao Xuelin, they do all the details. Of course, any part of the experiment is useful. Let's talk about it in private. , useful and useful are still different, right?"

Everyone laughed in unison.

Gu Qiang continued: "Those who do superovulation, or those who do prognosis, and those who are going to do prenatal checkups for sheep, basically can't get S. The core of our experiment lies in our research group. There is also Wang Liangcai's research group..."

Speaking of this, Gu Qiang regretted it inexplicably, if he didn't find such a strong opponent back then.

He thought he had found a powerful assistant for himself, but he couldn't have imagined that it was a competitor.

However, looking at it from another angle, if the other party can't keep up with the progress of their own group, then it is just an assistant role to check for missing vacancies.

At least so far, Gu Qiang's group is still the fastest.

"Wang Liangcai's research group has been very active recently, we can't take it lightly." Gu Qiang said calmly, "We have to treat it seriously, and please cooperate."

Several people in the research group looked at each other, and looked at Gu Qiang reluctantly and willingly in their hearts.

Wang Liangcai's research group worked at least thirteen or four hours a day, and Wang Liangcai slept directly in the laboratory. The so-called serious treatment, everyone can guess what it is.

Doing experiments is mental work as well as physical work. Working eight hours a day is very hard work. Thirteen or four hours is simply a superhuman burden.

Besides, who doesn’t have a little bit of their own private life? Even if everyone reads more books, the stronger the ability, the heavier the responsibility, so that people’s lives should be exhausted in front of the experimental table dedicated to the country, and they have to give some time to pass on the family. Let future generations enjoy the beautiful world that our ancestors worked hard for.

Working hard for thirteen or four hours a day, who has the ability to pass on the family line?

However, the researchers in the research group were a little unwilling to say that they would not work overtime.

Could it be that he will surrender to Wang Liangcai's group?

Now they are leading the way.

With such a great opportunity, it is possible to have the qualification to sign on S, so this makes people?

To whom, who can be willing?

"Leader, what do you say, we will do it." Li Zhengyi was also a researcher who was brought here by Gu Qiang.

Fundamentally speaking, Li Zhengyi and Wang Liangcai have the same status, they are both temporary workers on secondment. However, Wang Liangcai's technique is good, and he made it out of life-long experiments. He was favored by Yang Rui and led the army alone.

Li Zhengyi's assistant to Gu Qiang is actually to do what he wants, but he still wants to prove himself.

Gu Qiang didn't ask for everyone's consent, nodded and said: "In this case, everyone will follow me."

"Huh?" Several people saw that Gu Qiang was going out of the laboratory, so they could only follow quietly.

In the backyard, Gu Qiang took the lead and fiddled with the courtyard wall. When he stood up again, he saw a small incense burner in front of him.

"Come on, let's all bow down." Gu Qiang said, and distributed a handful of incense to everyone, leaving three for himself, ignited with a match, and then bowed solemnly to the incense burner, bowed twice, Three bows...

"You can worship whatever you believe in. It doesn't matter if you don't believe in anything. Show your respect." After Gu Qiang finished speaking, he took a deep breath, smelled the smell of burning incense, and said: "People in our group, no matter who they are in the future, When the morning comes, light up the incense first, okay."

"Is this useful?" Li Zhengyi's enthusiasm became weird.

"Why is there a banner hanging on the construction site outside? What about a hundred days of hard work, a month of hard work, etc. Who is it for reading? It is for yourself." Gu Qiang took another deep breath, He said: "When the incense is lighted, it means to let everyone have no distractions. There are gods standing three feet above the head. If anyone is half-hearted when doing experiments, be careful that the gods and Buddhas in the sky will not spare you!"

Gu Qiang said so seriously, and bowed in the direction of the censer, and then said solemnly, "I announce that this month is the public relations month of Gu Qiang's research group! Everyone, please work hard."

Immediately afterwards, Gu Qiang ignored the others, turned around directly, and returned to the laboratory with solemn square steps.

"The sky is full of gods and Buddhas, why do you still care about scientific experiments?" An unnamed experimental dog couldn't help but complain.

Li Zhengyi looked at Gu Qiang's back, sighed, and said, "Have you heard the saying that science has no borders, but scientists have a motherland?"

The nameless experimental dog cowardly said: "You mean, science has no faith, but scientists have faith?"

"I mean, science comes from wisdom, but scientists can be stupid." Li Zhengyi looked at the green smoke on the incense burner, fell into deep worry, and finally bowed resolutely, turned and returned.

The nameless experimental dog hurriedly followed, and said in surprise, "Why did you worship too?"

Li Zhengyi coughed twice: "There are so many skills that you don't overwhelm yourself."

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