Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

That night, a group of people marched into the campus of Peking University in mighty force and gathered at the home of...Professor Liu of the Chinese Department.

"Thank you, Ma'am."

"Master, I will do it myself."

"Don't be too busy, I'll come and I will."

A group of Peking University graduates, even though they have worked for more than ten years, returned to the campus of Peking University and sat in the teacher's house, and the memories could not help but surface.

Words such as university and alma mater have strong emotions in themselves. The youth, dreams and passion of the past are the most able to evoke feelings of loss.

"The layout of the professor's living room is exactly the same as it was ten years ago." The cameraman with the camera on his back quietly put on his sunglasses at some point, sat on the spring sofa, touched the white cloth covering the armrest, and said, "Even The covers are all original, and the embroidered birds are still so pretty."

"I just bought a refrigerator and put it in the kitchen." The teacher's wife came up with a plate of fruit and said with a smile: "We are both busy, so we have time to buy things on weekends. After we have a refrigerator, things can be stored. You say I embroidered that piece of cloth when I was young, but now my eyesight is bad, so I can’t embroider it.”

"Yes, my teacher was pretty when she was young."

"Hey, you kid." The teacher pointed at the cameraman in his thirties and cursed with a smile.

"I remember very clearly that my wife still used rouge at that time. Remember to make up after eating." The cameraman paused, and said in a broken voice: "I was hungry at that time, so I wrote a piece of paper. If I ask the professor some questions, the professor reads too many questions and doesn’t have enough time after class, so he will tell me to come to my house, and then he invites me to dinner..."

Speaking of the latter part, the cameraman's voice choked up: "Every time my wife sees me coming, she takes out the biggest bowl from the cupboard..."

Professor Liu was thin and small, he waved his hands with a smile, and said: "My appetite is small, and the food ration is large, so what's the point of asking you to eat a bowl of rice?"

"You didn't just invite him to dinner alone, you also invited me to dinner, you forgot." The host sitting on the small bench smiled and said: "That year the school shipped a batch of hairtail, and the family courtyard fried it fragrantly. Wanli, we just come here every day to ask questions, and you always give me hairtail fish pieces, and within a week, we ate all the hairtail fish."

"In the same line, it was the same when we were in school." The director sitting on the other side of the sofa said softly: "However, we shared apples at that time. Master is a first-level professor, and the ration of food is the same, but you can buy more every week. Two apples, one of our classmates got sick from hunger, so Professor Liu put an apple in his pocket and asked someone to give it to him quietly...the apple is very big and sweet..."

Professor Liu just listened with a smile and didn't speak.

Memories do not need to be confirmed by the person concerned, especially when all the pain is gone and the reality begins to become better.

For Peking University graduates in the 1980s and even earlier, the most difficult and helpless stage in life has long gone, and the entanglement and youth of teachers and teachers have also gone.

"Drink some tea, we will have food later. There are too many of us, so I asked my daughter-in-law and daughter to come back and help prepare." The teacher's wife smiled.

"Oh, no need, teacher's wife, don't be too busy." The students hurriedly humbly.

The teacher's wife waved her hand and said: "It's different now, eating a meal is just a matter of effort, you all stay well and leave after eating."

Several students looked at each other, and they didn't refuse any more, but someone got up and offered to help.

After some fuss, everyone was seated again, and Professor Liu introduced Professor Cai again, saying: "The rabbits you used for the teeth-beating sacrifice were all leftovers from Lao Cai's experiments."

Everyone couldn't help but smile, and the host joked: "The rabbit I ate when I was studying is the most delicious in the world. Now that I think about it, is the rabbit that has been injected with medicine more delicious..."

Professor Liu also said: "The benefits of the biology department, we who are engaged in writing, are really envious. However, thanks to Lao Cai's justice, our Chinese department can get some meat, but we have never been given mutton."

"How rare is mutton,

I haven't eaten it twice myself, I gave it to the sick comrades. "Professor Cai doesn't use the word comrade much anymore. Everyone prefers titles like professional titles now, but at this time, it is used naturally.

Professor Liu continued to joke: "Mutton is a hair product, and it should not be given to sick comrades, but you who read biology don't believe this."

"The sick comrades don't believe it either. The mutton tastes delicious." Professor Cai said with a laugh.

The crowd also laughed for a while, which washed away the atmosphere of memories just now.

...

the next day.

Yang Rui was a guest in the studio and told stories.

When it comes to storytelling, he already has considerable experience, especially when telling research stories, Yang Rui has too many classic jokes.

The host was also fully prepared, which mobilized Yang Rui's emotions and adjusted the atmosphere of the conversation, allowing Yang Rui to tell stories in a better state.

He leaned back on the chair easily, and said in a soothing voice: "It's not about throwing away my family and career, I'm just ready to put all my eggs in one basket."

"Just in case of failure, everything before will be lost." The host said softly.

"It can't be regarded as throwing everything away, at least I'm still a professor at Peking University." Yang Rui smiled and said again: "I just think that I should do something within the scope of my ability to promote this matter."

"So, you use all your property as a mortgage to get a loan from the bank?" The host said here, and then said: "The audience in front of the TV may not understand the meaning of a mortgage. As for a mortgage, it is Give your things to the bank, let the bank release the loan, and promise to repay the loan on time, and if you still don’t pay, the mortgaged things will become the bank’s.”

Yang Rui smiled: "It's just a pawn shop in the past."

The host coughed and coughed twice. He couldn't describe the banking industry like this on TV. Instead, he said, "Professor Yang is confident that he can produce results and then redeem his property?"

"That's not true. The Human Genome Project has very little income. It should be said that simply doing scientific research will not make money, but will only lose money. However, I have made a lot of income from doing sildenafil before. Now I The money in hand is not enough, but it is estimated that the future income can fill in this part of the loan." Yang Rui paused, and then said: "The money is not enough, so I took the loan."

"That means you're spending years of future earnings."

"Yes."

"Why not wait a few years, and do research when the money comes together."

"Time doesn't wait for me." Yang Rui was very satisfied with the host's rhythm, and answered the conversation comfortably, saying: "We can wait for a few years to do research, but foreigners will not wait for us. The last thing they need is money, and they will only make more money." Do your research quickly."

The host nodded and said, "This is also a scientific research competition."

"It can be said to be a scientific research war."

"Huh? Isn't the Human Genome Project a scientific research project for all mankind? It is used to treat diseases, so why did it turn into a war?" The host asked knowingly, which easily aroused the interest of the audience.

Yang Rui clenched his fists and said: "The American Apollo project is also a scientific research project for all mankind. From the perspective of science and human beings, its value is extraordinary, and it has indeed taken a big step for all mankind. But , Most of the thousands of satellites in the sky today belong to the Americans. They can see the situation in any corner of the ground through these satellites. A high-capacity rocket is a high-capacity missile... The same is true for the Human Genome Project. It is a project that benefits all mankind, but it must be participated by all mankind. If we give up voluntary participation and hand power over to Americans, it will definitely harm our interests. "

"So, we should be involved in the Human Genome Project."

"That's right." Yang Rui took a deep breath and said, "We don't need to compare with other countries. Whoever does the work in the Human Genome Project does less. The point is to participate and become one of them." molecules, so that we can share all the results of the Human Genome Project."

"However, it is said that the Human Genome Project will share the results freely with all mankind."

"This promise was made by scientists, not by the President of the United States." Yang Rui continued: "Also, even if it was made by the President of the United States, according to the American political system, their courts can overturn his decision. The president of the United States can also change course. The human genome project will be a multi-year project, and there will be multiple presidents. We cannot pin our hopes on the president of the United States in 2000 or 2010."

In fact, around 2000, the Human Genome Project was indeed facing a great threat, and the biggest threat was the original inventor of the shotgun method, Eitel, and his Celera company. If Clinton hadn't intervened in his battle with the Human Genome Project, Eitel might have had the opportunity to patent his work.

As a result, every drug developed based on genes will be expensive. For example, Gleevec, which can treat certain types of leukemia, costs 20,000 yuan a month. If Celera's plan is realized, drugs that pay 20,000 yuan a month will abound.

The reality of "die without money" will become more realistic.

At this time, the host also took advantage of the opportunity to introduce some of the overall model of the United States, and then asked easy questions, and then slowly ended the questions.

After the flashing red light on the camera went out, the host shook hands with Yang Rui lightly, and said in a low voice, "Professor Yang, if everything goes well, the show will be broadcast tonight."

"So fast?" Yang Rui was surprised.

"Well, we can replace the episode that was originally broadcast tonight. It's better to broadcast it earlier, so as not to have too many revisions." The host said very cryptically, but the information in it was enough for Yang Rui to understand.

Yang Rui nodded, thanked a group of alumni, went out and didn't go back to school, just took a walk back home, and sorted out the antique calligraphy and paintings in the neighboring courtyards by the way, just for leisure.