Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Wang Liangcai was carrying a bag, carrying a bag, and dragging a suitcase in his hand. He hurriedly moved to the bus stop and saw a bus stop. He hurriedly asked, "Master, is it the bus to Dayouzhuang?" "

It has been a long time since the University of Science and Technology of China moved to He@肥, Wang Liangcai unconsciously put on Huiyin in his accent.

The conductor on the bus was unhappy when he heard the tone. He glanced at Wang Liangcai and said sharply, "Can't get on the bus? Don't stand in the way, there are people behind."

"No, I want to ask, does this car reach Dayouzhuang?"

"Where the car is going, don't you know?"

"The place is unfamiliar, I'm afraid I'm sitting in the wrong place." Wang Liangcai tilted his body so that the people behind could go up, and then continued to ask. Before he came, his friends had written the route, but the specific route was not very clear.

Wang Liangcai also knows friends in the capital, but his itinerary needs to be kept secret, and it is not easy to trouble others.

The unit that sent the letter did not have a trolley pick-up service, and Wang Youcai could not afford a taxi. No matter how bad the attitude of the conductor was, he would have to endure it.

It's true that he is a big biological cow, but he is a big biological cow with no money. A few years ago, he was eliminated from the ranks of buyers by his wife because he couldn't afford to bargain at the vegetable market.

This is probably the case for scholars of his age.

Those who are ten or twenty years older are basically separated from the front line of scientific research, but can open up to make money. If they are ten years and twenty years younger, they will not be able to get up, and they are not qualified to talk about money.

It is a scholar of Wang Youcai's age who is okay if he can't keep up with the rhythm and give up his studies. Those who can keep up with the rhythm are unwilling to spend money on making money.

It’s not enough that all the energy is used in scientific research. Who has the energy to use it in other areas.

Even, sometimes, in order to maintain the operation of the laboratory, Wang Liangcai still has to post money to the students under their hands.

This was a common occurrence in the 1980s and even the 1990s. Many Chinese families could not afford to support a full-time college student, let alone a graduate student. Although the state subsidizes tuition fees and even living expenses, it means that all college students go to school with full scholarships. However, considering that most families have multiple siblings and their parents’ bodies cannot be "always healthy", students do occasionally Need some subsidies.

Not every student needs it, but it is almost certain for teachers to post money every year.

Money, money, money, the thing that Chinese scholars are most reluctant to talk about, happens to be the most scandalous when it comes to use.

If Wang Liangcai delayed the report, he would have to find a place to live by himself. A room for one or two dollars a night would still be available in his pocket, but that would have to be his wife’s deduction of money for half a month. He was not so cruel. I can only lower my eyebrows and say with a pleasing eye: "Today I have already reversed the car once. I'm going to the east of Dayouzhuang. Is this car coming?"

"Here you are, get in the car as soon as you arrive. I'm delaying your effort, this is the capital city, who has nothing to do." The conductor's words drew low laughter from several idlers. People who go to work in the car can't laugh.

Wang Liangcai lowered his head and slammed into the car with his suitcase.

The suitcase was given by the foreign affairs department when he was going abroad for inspection. Although it had been used for several years, it was still leathery as new, so Wang Liang was reluctant to knock the corners and had to use more force.

The people behind took a cigarette for help before sending the thin Wang Liangcai into the car.

"Thank you." Wang Liangcai turned his head and said, hesitated slightly in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "Well, when you get to Da Youzhuang, can you give me a shout."

The conductor gave him a hygienic eye and said nothing.

Wang Liangcai had to lean against the window, staring at the outside, paying attention to the stop sign.

The long-term work made his myopia worse. Even if he pressed his glasses with his hand, he couldn't see the fine print on the stop sign a few meters away.

Wang Liangcai sighed deeply, he was a little melancholy, a little lost, and more, it seemed that he was surrendering to fate.

I can't see it, others refuse to help, what's next?

Continue to ask for help?

Sitting on the noisy bus, Wang Liang couldn't help but feel a little lost.

Human beings are small creatures. In fact, any kind of creatures are small, students who have the same knowledge about this. People with different ideas are breaking the 666th small creature. When the white rat's neck, it will have similar thoughts.

In the first half of his life, Wang Liangcai has always been fighting his fate.

However, the eldest brother left in the process of fighting his fate. Afterwards, it was the father who succumbed to fate. He was a proud man. When he was the proudest, it was about putting red flowers on his son, and the saddest moment was about looking at him. When you understand every word on the notice of death.

In Wang Liangcai's youth, he also made great progress.

He went to the best middle school in the province and then to the best university in China. He once became a famous child prodigy in the county. Later, he went quite smoothly on the route of biological research, especially for aquatic animals. In terms of genetics, Wang Liang has made a great contribution.

With such a large population in China, it is simply unrealistic to want to raise cattle like Americans. The beef feed ratio of cattle is destined to not provide the most protein.

Instead, it is a freshwater fish series, which can alleviate the protein gap in China.

Chinese biologists have put in excellent intelligence and hard work for this.

In 1963, Tong Di Zhou completed the cloning of the carp.

Yes, as early as 30 years before Dolly's birth, Chinese biologists had already started cloning attempts. Only two or three years after Gordon made this point, it can be said that it has really caught up with the world's advanced level.

What did Mr. Tong Dizhou do for this? Ten years of repayment career is probably one of them.

The reason for the arrears was to buy a microscope.

Thinking of the microscope, Wang Liang raised his glasses again, but unfortunately he still couldn't see clearly.

"Comrade, are you going to Dayou Village?" behind him, a man in a cadre uniform asked.

"Yes, do you know the road?" Wang Liangcai quickly replied ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and it will be two more stops. "The cadre smiled in uniform and turned away.

Wang Liangcai repeatedly thanked him, turned his head and counted earnestly, and the loss of his first visit to the place has gradually disappeared.

He renewed his courage and prayed silently in his heart. He hoped that the projects he participated in could really help people, so that everyone could eat fish and meat, and no longer be irritable. He could use his mind at work for Work hard to help more people...

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"Hello, I'm here to report." When Wang Liangcai arrived at the destination, the anxiety in his heart was at its extreme.

The scene in front of me is not perfect. The dilapidated classrooms, with a few people sitting scattered around, look like a night school in a backward area, without the shadow of a national project.

Wang Liangcai now dare not ask to participate in some bull-breaking project, just hope that he will not waste time and waste time here.

"Hello, let me have a look at the invitation letter." The registrar at the door did his work stubbornly, which calmed Wang Liangcai's mood.

"Go in and sit down." A total of two people checked Wang Liangcai's credentials for the third time before placing him in the classroom.

Wang Liangcai sat down hesitantly and looked at the empty podium, feeling a little guilty in his heart.

"Excuse me, do you know what project we are doing?" Wang Liangcai glanced at the person next to him, didn't know him, and subconsciously asked this question that had lingered in his mind for a long time.

"Clone sheep." It was Gu Qiang who was asked, and he didn't stumble at all.

Wang Liangcai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help asking repeatedly: "What?"

"Clone mammals, do you understand what it means." Gu Qiang frowned. Don't be a fool. Otherwise, why laugh like this?

Hello, brother, is it really disgusting to lick your tongue to your neck?