allendalepharm Chapter 464 Crowded
Chapter 464 Crowded
"In the next period of time, we will do research on neuropeptides. The first thing is to understand the circuit of neuropeptides in the brain!" Song He said while writing quickly on the whiteboard.
"But this time we are under great pressure because we have to race against the enemy!"
"Who is the enemy? The new Apollo project on the other side of the ocean, Jin Shunlu's team! According to the current intelligence, Jin Shunlu is leading a group of Ivy League students to study neuropeptides. They have been running for a long time, we must speed up to catch up!"
As soon as Song He finished speaking, there was a low roar from dozens of team members, with panic on their faces.
Jin Shunrok's name was so well-known that everyone present had the habit of reading the top issues as novels and reading them every day. As soon as they heard about it, they knew that this was a regular reader of the top issues. His strength was absolutely terrifying!
Even if I can't remember Jin Shunlu's name, just being "a group of Ivy League students" is enough to make me feel oppressive. After all, the academic level of everyone present is, on average, not as high as that of an Ivy League school.
"Boss, why are neuropeptides related to the new Apollo project?" Someone couldn't help but ask.
Song He's mouth curled up slightly. Sure enough, he had this problem, so he quickly repeated the theory of weight loss pills taught by Teacher Xiang.
As expected, everyone present showed dull expressions after hearing this, with their mouths opening and closing like a group of fish starved of oxygen.
The space program is like a basket, everything goes into it!
Everyone was collectively stunned by the development model of today's world. We originally thought that all countries would go all out to conquer technologies such as rockets and lunar bases. Unexpectedly, all countries unanimously chose to make money first. It seems that they were burned by the money of the last century. The exploding space race is frightening.
After a short period of sluggishness, fear began to spread again. The team members looked at each other, feeling guilty.
"What's your expression?" Song He noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere.
"Boss...isn't the difficulty a bit high?" Lou Jinghui said, "We believe that your level is higher than that of Jin Shunlu, but we feel that our level is not as good as that of Jin Shunlu's subordinates!"
"Oh?" Song He raised his eyebrows, "Can't compare?"
"Not comparable." Lou Jinghui nodded, and the team members also nodded.
"My level is higher than Jin Shunlu's, you are my subordinates, your level is lower than Jin Shunlu's subordinates?" Song He's face suddenly turned cold, "Then what do I need you for?"
The atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and everyone looked embarrassed.
"Let me talk about three points!" Song He held out three fingers.
There was silence in the laboratory.
"First point, whoever thinks he can't do it, whoever can't do it, our fate ends here, don't stay in my team!"
"The second point is that if neuropeptides are thoroughly studied, the follow-up will be very profitable. Whoever can finish it with me and make great contributions will be rich and free!"
"Third point, we are not fighting alone, we have a super powerful top team to help us! Did you see the box I brought? There are samples, data, the most advanced equipment and the data that the team burned money to burn. We’re not starting from scratch!”
Song He paused and his tone suddenly became more serious, "I'll finish at three o'clock. Can you guys do it?"
The atmosphere suddenly heated up, sweeping away the previous decadence and timidity, and everyone showed a look of risk-taking:
"Done!"
"Just do it! It's just Jin Shunlu! Let's fight them straight!"
"Boss, since you have spoken, we will follow you with our heads up!"
His morale was greatly boosted, and Song He was satisfied. He continued to write quickly on the whiteboard with a marker pen, explaining his current knowledge of neuropeptides and sorting out the scientific research context.
Dozens of people in the experimental team listened carefully without blinking, and from time to time someone's eyes flickered, as if they had some understanding!
In front of Song He's eyes, Famous Teacher Capsules take effect quickly:
[Three people were enlightened after listening to your lecture, and a huge amount of biological knowledge was returned! 】
[18 people listened to your lecture, had a small enlightenment, and returned a lot of biological knowledge! 】
[46 people learned the knowledge points you talked about, broadened their ideas, and returned a small amount of biological knowledge! 】
[Biological progress detected, upgraded from platinum level 79 to platinum level 80! 】
After speaking for two hours, I wiped the whiteboard several times and finally finished.
Song He opened the box he brought, took out brain tissue samples and distributed them, five bottles to each group.
There was also a stack of printed data sheets placed at the bottom of the box, which were left over from the research conducted by Teacher Xiang's team two years ago. Song He gave them to Fan Tao to print. Each group leader received a copy and circulated it for study. It was strictly prohibited. outflow.
The vigorous neuropeptide competition has begun!
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A week later.
The laboratory is beyond recognition and in unprecedented chaos!
The data wall is covered with paper, with layers of data paper pasted from the root of the wall to the ceiling. They are close together like fish scales. From a distance, it reminds people of the small advertisements on the wall many years ago. Covering each other one by one can make the data blurry. A few centimeters thick.
Two ladders are set up next to the wall. One ladder is for team members. If they have the latest data paper, they can climb it and stick it on the wall. One ladder is for Song He only. He spends several hours every day standing high on the ladder. Flip through the data papers and circle dots on the paper from time to time.
Recently, a large number of experimental equipment have been applied for. Huge and bulky machines are piled in the corner. People in each group even have to queue up to use them. Each machine runs day and night, and the outer shell is as hot as a heater.
More than a hundred bottles of brain tissue were amplified and cultured, and they were stacked on the experimental table in a disorderly manner, like some kind of silicon-based organism that could reproduce, unknowingly giving birth to a large group.
In addition to the brain tissue brought by Song He, living animals are also doomed!
Every morning, four or five monkeys and thirty-pound white mice live in the laboratory, placed in transparent plastic boxes and placed in rows under the windowsill.
They often don't survive until the next morning. The operating table in a corner of the laboratory exudes the lingering smell of blood and disinfectant water. People are performing craniotomy on monkeys or mice almost 24 hours a day, and many "chief surgeons" have no clue. He was inexperienced, so he cut off the artery with one stroke and sprayed blood in random directions, which was as brutal as a field hospital.
evening.
Song He stood on the ladder, holding a red pen in his hand, and was browsing the data wall.
Suddenly, there was an exclamation in the corner of the laboratory.
"What's wrong?" Song He turned around.
In the distance, several team members in white coats smiled awkwardly, climbed up from the crowd, and bent down to pick up documents scattered on the ground.
"It's okay, boss! I tripped and fell," someone shouted.
Song He nodded, then frowned the next second.
In the past two days, team members have been falling down one after another, often in narrow aisles. If one person accidentally falls, the others around him follow him like dominoes.
There is no way. The laboratory is really too crowded right now. Material boxes, animal boxes and data papers are piled all over the floor. There is nowhere to go when people come and go. Some team members are running around in a hurry with data or reagents, and they accidentally lose their ability. Push down those around you.
"You guys work first, I'll ask if I can approve another laboratory!" Song He came down from the ladder.
The team members all looked happy and said, "Thank you, boss!"
"Don't thank me in a hurry! Our laboratory is a large laboratory made up of two adjacent small laboratories with the partition wall opened up. The area is already large enough. If you want another one, you may not be able to come. I'm just going to give it a try!"
Song He waved his hand, stepped over the material boxes and garbage bags on the floor, and hurried out.