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At this moment.

Outside a small nuclear reactor somewhere in Longguo.

The temporary residence of Longguo scientists was transformed into a meeting room.

Without electricity, write on the blackboard with chalk.

Cheng Zihao is exchanging experience with scientists.

He stood behind a piece of light alloy brought together by everyone, and behind him was a large blackboard.

The audience is a group of 'students' who are over fifty years old.

While Cheng Zihao was drawing a draft on the blackboard, he had finished explaining the design of the nuclear reactor to this group of scientists.

"Zihao, tell us, to get to the bottom of it, what is this blank area for?"

Some scientists are really curious, and if they don't get the answer, it's like there are ants crawling on them!
"Yeah, it's so mysterious, can't even us old people reveal it?"

Cheng Zihao couldn't laugh or cry, he really didn't know what to do with them.

In just two hours, they understood the principles and functions of most of the design drawings.

They all became curious about the part of this area.

I had no choice but to say: "It is to build a new laboratory. As for what to do, I am sorry for the inconvenience."

All the people present were smart people. Hearing what he said, he suddenly understood.

What kind of experiment borrows a small nuclear reactor for two months?
They don't even use their own laboratory, but build a brand new laboratory!
This immediately overturned their previous conjecture.

This is by no means a one-part, one sub-project that requires big moves.

Otherwise, their lab would be more than enough!

Definitely a huge project!It's definitely not a joke!
After slightly satisfying the curiosity of the scientists.

Cheng Zihao then talked about relevant knowledge in the nuclear field.

The scientists in the audience sat upright, as if they had returned to their primary school days.

Meticulously take notes and ask Cheng Zihao his questions.

Cheng Zihao was not stingy with his knowledge, and patiently answered the questions one by one.

The scientists listened fascinatedly, and took pens to record important research ideas from time to time.

At this moment, Cheng Zihao's cell phone rang.

Not only interrupted his explanation, but also interrupted the train of thought of the scientists!

The scientists in the audience immediately stared angrily.

Who is it that kills thousands of knives to ruin our good deeds?
Cheng Zihao was also affected by the ringtone and quit the teaching mode.

He could only smile apologetically.

The talk was too devoted, and a lot of advanced scientific research knowledge points were talked about.

Fortunately, some empty talk about knowledge has little effect.

It would be a lot of fun if the research project of controlled nuclear fusion was revealed.

After apologizing to the elders, Cheng Zihao looked at the phone.

The caller ID was Carl, the editor-in-chief of Sessions magazine.

Cheng Zihao wondered why the editor-in-chief Karl called.

"Hello, what can I do if you call me?"

Carl coughed unnaturally twice, feeling that his skin had thickened a lot in the past two days.

"I nominated you, Mr. Cheng, on my own initiative. Mr. Cheng won't blame me, will he?"

Cheng Zihao was confused at the time.

"What's going on? Didn't I reject the nomination for the Nobel Prize a long time ago?"

Carl also felt embarrassed when he thought of the process.

"It's Mr. Cheng. I contacted more than a dozen top scientific researchers, and they unanimously recommend that you use this quota."

"I have already persuaded them, but this group of researchers is unwilling to nominate."

"I was also in a hurry, so I had to do what they wanted."

Hearing what Karl said, Cheng Zihao was stunned.

He himself did not expect such a result.

I thought it would be fine if I explicitly rejected Karl's invitation.

I didn't expect that other scientists would come to recommend me, but I don't want to nominate?

Cheng Zihao understood the reason after a little thought.

Or I was too casual at the time, and I was too free to play.

You should have reined in it at the beginning, there would be so many bad things if the paper was poorly written.

Thinking of this gave him a headache.

Karl didn't hear Cheng Zihao's reply, and thought he was dissatisfied with his presumptuous assertion.

My heart suddenly became anxious.

"Mr. Cheng, your thesis is excellent, and you are also very young. I don't think it will be long before you will be ranked among the top scientists in the world!"

Searching for words of compliment.

Which young person doesn't want to get other recognition for himself?

He wants to grasp this weakness of human nature and make Cheng Zihao change his mind.

And it's not all flattery, in his opinion, Cheng Zihao has accomplished so much at such a young age that Charles can only hold his own.

In a few years, he will become one of Bluestar's greatest scientists!

"You are still young and have a bright future. Other scientists are very optimistic about you, so they decided to give you a stage to show yourself!"

It's a pity that Karl flattered the horse's leg.

Cheng Zihao is not the kind of person who chases fame and fortune.

Cold voice: "I don't need it!"

Hearing that Cheng Zihao still sternly refused, Carl is also a good person, so he immediately changed his mind.

Since Mr. Cheng doesn't want to be famous, just tell him your guess in a realistic manner.

Give Cheng Zihao a vaccination.

"Ahem, don't worry, Mr. Cheng, you don't have enough qualifications, and it's still difficult to be selected for the Nobel Prize."

"Don't have too much expectation, just make a debut in the academic world and go through a formality."

"I hope that Mr. Cheng's papers will continue to be published in our "Sessions" magazine in the future."

Cheng Zihao frowned slightly, it seemed okay?

He was still busy working on a controllable nuclear fusion project, and he didn't pay much attention to the Nobel Prize, so he recognized it while pinching his nose.

Cheng Zihao replied flatly: "I will consider it."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

joke!

He doesn't have time to play house with these people.

I'm still busy working on projects, so where's the time to judge awards?
Longguo scientists saw Cheng Zihao hang up the phone.

They came over one after another, their faces full of gossip and curiosity.

Old Chen stood up and asked, "What's the matter on the phone?"

Cheng Zihao said it frankly.

He was in a good mood after one less worry.

He said indifferently: "It seems that the editor-in-chief of "Sessions" magazine insisted on giving himself a Nobel Prize."

The crowd was in an uproar.