Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Yang Rui smiled reservedly, he was too familiar with this group of lovely police officers. In the era of the ion channel laboratory, he paid great attention to establishing relationships with the police stations in the jurisdiction.

Not to mention the genetic engineering laboratory, this guy is born to be a big powder keg, anyone who lights a cigarette may blow it up, let alone four small cars, donating a little more is not a problem.

Of course, this is the abundance of Yang Rui's subordinates, and it would not be so generous to be replaced by other laboratory leaders. There are hundreds of thousands of dollars in funds, so how can we just give it away? Another way of thinking, even if he doesn't give it away, the police officers at the sub-bureau level will not ignore the matter.

After all, Yang Rui's Genetic Engineering Laboratory was originally a key unit, not to mention accidents, even if the risk exposure is too much, it is not appropriate. If Yang Rui complains to the higher-level unit, many people will not be able to afford it.

However, these detailed power considerations are not what Yang Rui is used to and likes.

Even if he has plenty in his hands, even if he is willing to send the car out, no one can control him.

Not to mention that the current domestic funding management is not strict, even if the funding management is stricter in the next 20 or 30 years, it will not be able to control Yang Rui at the current level.

The cloning of Yang Xiaoming has been declared successful. In terms of biology, Yang Rui is the top group of people. In China, no one can equal him regardless of qualifications.

On the subject of qualifications - people with such qualifications are too embarrassed to discuss their qualifications with Yang Rui.

Sheep cloning and PCR, one is the scientific achievement that detonates the world, and the other is the scientific achievement that detonates the academic world. Combining the two, Yang Rui can actually compete for his historical status. Even if the literati look down, the G protein-coupled receptor made by Yang Rui is so high-quality, it is enough to kill most biologists in the world.

In fact, as far as the achievements of G protein-coupled receptors are concerned, there may not be 666 domestic scholars who can understand them.

Qualified scholars, most of whom have passed their academic peak, are barely competent to instruct a student and determine the direction of the laboratory on weekdays, but their ability to tear is not good enough. If it is an academic tear, it is even easier to show timidity.

Of course, although Yang Rui has gone sideways in the academic world, he is still not enough for society.

In terms of society, of course...the public security is the strongest.

The four cars were sent out, and Li Ju, the society, was already very happy. After the meeting, he still held Yang Rui, waved and shouted: "Old Zhong, come here, come and say a few words."

Old Zhong was the captain of the Security Brigade, and he knew something was up when he heard the call, so he hurried over and said with a smile, "Director Li, do you want us to send someone to protect Professor Yang?"

Director Li glanced at him and said, "You don't need the protector, you take someone to scan next to Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory in the past few days."

"Sweep it?" Lao Zhong was a little confused, and suddenly asked strangely: "Someone came to the laboratory to do business?"

The business he was talking about was naturally not a legitimate business.

The power of the Security Brigade has been extremely inflated in recent years. In the early years, it really took care of troublesome things like gang fights. In recent years, with more scenes of feasting and feasting, gangsters have begun to talk about money, and their scope of law and order has also expanded.

The so-called sweeping generally refers to things like sweeping the scene.

The billiard room, game hall, and shampoo room are the focus of the security brigade. However, these places are opened next to the laboratory. Are you really afraid of starving to death?

Chief Li was taken aback by what Old Zhong said, and then said helplessly: "He is a messy person, but not the messy one you think."

"I'm worried that someone wants to organize a protest or something." Yang Rui took the words and said softly: "The thing about cloning sheep is still relatively impactful to some foreign organizations, but because the news has just been released, now Those who came were relatively small organizations and individuals, and most of them were impulsive behaviors. In the next period of time, I am worried about more planned behaviors.

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"What do you mean? What are you protesting?" It's not that Lao Zhong's comprehension ability is poor, he really has never been exposed to this kind of thing.

In the late 1980s, China still felt that the moon of foreign countries was rounder than that of China. If the word spy was not mentioned, the word foreigner was not commonly used. Either simply call it a foreigner, or you have to refer to a foreign friend.

In Lao Zhong's understanding, organizing protests is the business of foreigners. Besides, can foreigners protest against Chinese?

Yang Rui couldn't explain it in detail, so he said first: "It hasn't happened yet, and I can't predict it in advance, but now, many people have appeared outside our laboratory, I am worried that the crowd will gather further, and some organizations will If you push it, something unpredictable may happen.”

"The crowd you're talking about is Chinese, right?" Old Zhong understood a little bit.

Yang Rui nodded: "All I see now are Chinese."

"That's no problem, it's a trivial matter, just leave it to me." Lao Zhong felt too relieved, knowing who cloned sheep were, at least they were intellectuals, and he dealt with hooligans with ease. Intellectuals are nothing.

Lao Zhong agreed to this matter, and pestered Director Li to ask for a car, and he really wanted one. He was so happy that he couldn't help himself, and called the original van in the team the next day, and rushed to Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory come.

Two cars, full of 15 people, can be called mighty.

Yang Rui specially went to the gate to greet him, which made old Zhong Beier more face.

He waved his hand, and the other three people in the front car introduced themselves to Yang Rui. Although the car that Yang Rui gave was a five-seater, for the purpose of protecting the new car, Lao Zhong only allowed four people to sit in it.

The remaining 11 people naturally all squeezed into the van behind.

Because there are too many people, in order not to hurt everyone, there is still an order in getting off the bus.

Comrades who are on top of other comrades get out of the car first, and comrades squeezed in the cracks have to struggle on their own-it is easy to be injured if they are forcibly pulled out.

All in all, when the fifteen police officers stood at the gate of Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory, they were very imposing. Except for the slightly more wrinkles in their uniforms, they were full of deterrence.

"I won't drink tea. Let's patrol around first to understand the surrounding situation. It's not too late to drink water when we sit down to make plans." Captain Zhong declined the invitation, greeted him, and began to show his professional demeanor.

I saw two police officers staying behind, asking the guards and the security department of the genetic engineering laboratory for information, while frightening the surroundings.

Captain Zhong and the instructor got into the new car, turned the steering wheel, and drove slowly along the avenue.

The other 11 policemen, shaking their spines and moving their bodies, slowly got into the seven-seater van one by one.

The van sank slowly, the small wheels stood firm and rolled tenaciously.

"There should be no problem." Yang Rui looked at the sign on the patrol car and was very relieved.

People who like to wander around the genetic engineering laboratory in recent days will consciously or unconsciously avoid police cars when they see them.

A few people simply rode away on bicycles without looking back.

Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory is quiet and beautiful, silent...

However, the silence and Yang Rui's peace of mind, like Captain Zhong's relaxation, were broken after less than a day.

"Stop Animal Cloning!"

"Cloning sheep is inhumane to sheep."

"Protecting sexual reproduction is protecting the earth!"

At six o'clock in the morning, just after breakfast was served, the entrance of Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory became lively.

Forty or fifty signs and twenty or thirty flags stood at the gate of the genetic engineering laboratory, not only blocking the commuter cars going to and from the city, but also stopping many passing cars.

Thirty or forty young people dressed as students gathered here, chanting slogans, posing, and shouting in front of the flashing lights.

Nearly 20 reporters with yellow hair, brown hair, white hair, red hair, and black hair, holding long guns and short cannons, desperately took a picture of the protest crowd, the banner and the nameplate of Yang Rui's genetic engineering laboratory.