Rebirth 2009: Synthetic God

The development of things was a bit beyond Zhou Rui's expectations. new

Not only did the development exceed Zhou Rui's expectations.

The span of time is also far beyond.

At one o'clock in the morning, Dean Zhao arrived at the battlefield.

Zhou Rui looked at his watch, then at Han Ziyin, who had tired eyes, and wondered why today is not over yet?

After Dean Zhao arrived, he looked at the miraculous effects of the "electronically controlled wave-absorbing film" and looked through the handwritten test data for a long time. The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown deepened.

He knew Mou Zhongyi's level. Although he had not focused on scientific research in the past two years, he had been a capable person who had participated in many confidential projects. He had not published many papers, but he was affected by confidentiality.

Moreover, Dean Zhao himself specializes in nanomaterials, which is similar to the field of metamaterials, and what he has in hand does not look obscure at all.

But the more so, the more surprised he became.

A new field, a new metamaterial structure, and a new research direction.

And the most outrageous thing is that there is actually a finished product? !

What is this concept?

You must know that metamaterials are still only a theoretical concept.

This is equivalent to others still studying the principle of "microwave heating", while you have already built a microwave oven and put it on the table.

And it’s cheap and easy to use.

Dean Zhao took a deep look at Zhou Rui. This student was always good at making big noises.

Last time, he saved 40 people and received first-class merit for his bravery. He was deeply impressed by this student. This time, the noise was even more excessive.

Mou Zhongyi waited for Dean Zhao to finish reading, and then asked hopefully: "What do you mean, Old Zhao, I came to you just to take my pulse."

He trusted the old man's level very much. Frankly speaking, he was much better than him, otherwise he wouldn't be an academician.

Dean Zhao flipped through the manuscript paper over and over again: "There is no doubt that this is a major discovery that is ranked among the top three journals, and it can be written into a TV series. It will be published as many times as possible."

Mou Zhongyi slapped his thigh: "Who asked you this? It's such a disadvantage to publish a paper on this thing. Have you ever seen anyone publish a paper with B2 coating?"

Dean Zhao: "Whether it can be used in that field is irrelevant to us. Besides, you are only an expert in absorbing materials, not fighter design. New"

"The most important thing now is to find a way to reproduce this result. Xiao Zhou, you must recall and record everything that happened last night. Even if it is some seemingly unimportant details, it is best not to Omission.”

Mou Zhongyi emphasized in a low voice: "Handwriting, it must be written by hand."

Zhou Rui finally understood that these two old men in their sixties represented two different types of scientific researchers.

As a giant, as well as an academician and dean, Dean Zhao has a broader vision and is closer to the current mainstream "non-confidential scientific researchers".

Mou Zhongyi, on the other hand, may have some grudges and wants to lead in the direction of military industry.

But in the end, it was Zhou Rui who made the decision.

Dean Zhao pulled up a chair, asked Zhou Rui to sit down, and said: "Xiao Zhou, Lao Mou told me on the road that he usually doesn't care about the transformation of results, but I can give you some reassurance, whether it's the school or not. The college will never misappropriate your achievements. I admit that there are some bad examples in society, but at Fuda and in the School of Materials Science, I will keep an eye on you and such a thing will not happen."

"But regarding the paper, as Lao Mou said, you can write it, but you must write it, make a summary and review, but don't publish it publicly for the time being."

Mou Zhongyi whispered from the side: "Handwriting, this also needs to be written by hand."

Dean Zhao rolled his eyes at him: You are very annoying, you know!

"Then I hope to involve the school's efforts to understand the potential of this metamaterial as soon as possible. Don't worry about the results. You will definitely be the author of the paper, or even alone. You can record it and I will guarantee it for you."

Zhou Rui coughed slightly to show his embarrassment.

The phone in your pocket is already recording

"Of course I trust you 100%. A completely new direction in itself requires the collective efforts of a large number of outstanding scientific researchers. However, I heard Mr. Mou say earlier that our school has several plans for transforming results, right?"

Dean Zhao nodded and said: "Let me explain to you in detail. Generally speaking, if there is a major discovery, the school or college will receive a bonus. Then, according to the importance and field, you can apply for the corresponding national award, and then evaluate the professional title and honor. I won’t say any more nonsense like that. Newℴ𝓂”

"In the future, if it is a purely scientific research route, a new project team will be established, and the school and the country will approve funding."

"If the results have commercial value and you want to register a company for commercial activities, the school can provide funds according to the actual situation and conduct some in-depth cooperation, such as joint laboratories and the like."

More support is intangible. Calculated comprehensively, Fuda belongs to the category of "making big efforts and occupying small shares."

Just a company name starting with the word "Fu" is of considerable value.

Different levels have different needs.

Fuda is not greedy for profit. What Fuda wants is results, a new banner on its scientific castle, and weight and prestige in the scientific community.

Although from the school's perspective, most of the results-converting investments in recent years have been ineffective or even deceived, they are still implemented every year.

Zhou Rui nodded, roughly understanding what was going on.

Dean Zhao went into some more details, and then he remembered another key point.

"Didn't you say that the equipment is broken? The data has been saved."

Wu Huamin nodded quickly: "The basic data is available."

"Where are the traces of the experiment?"

"It was wiped with a rag, but it shouldn't have much impact."

Dean Zhao finally looked at Zhou Rui.

It seems that the key to everything is still in the hands of this young man.

Dean Zhao went to look at the instrument, turned it around three times, and finally said in a deep voice: "Don't let irrelevant personnel come in again in this laboratory. I will call immediately and ask people from the equipment department to come and carry out the work immediately." Comprehensive sampling! Even the ash in the vacuum chamber must be tested for its composition."

Mou Zhongyi said: "It makes sense, hurry up!"

He asked the other party to come because he was a master who could resist trouble.

Zhou Rui coughed lightly:

"Ahem, Dean, Mr. Mou, let me interrupt."

Everyone looked over, including Han Ziyin who could no longer open her eyes.

Zhou Ruiliang turned on his mobile phone: "It's already three o'clock in the morning. I have a little suggestion. Don't bother the teachers who are on vacation. As soon as we lock the door and step up our legs, we can do it again tomorrow."

When several people heard that it was three o'clock, they were stunned and took out their mobile phones one after another.

Good guy! Direct good guy!

The wives of each family sent text messages and made phone calls.

Among them, Dean Zhao received two text messages.

Mou Zhongyi received two text messages and missed two of them.

Wu Huamin received seventeen text messages, and twenty-three were missed.

He was so frightened that his hands shook and then he looked bitter.

Mou Zhongyi said hurriedly: "Can you still remember tomorrow? It's only been 24 hours now, and your memory should be the clearest."

Zhou Rui pointed to his temple: "Don't worry, my memory has always been very good. How about we lock the door? Let's go have a midnight snack first?"

He ate a bowl of instant noodles all day long

Mou Zhongyi and Dean Zhao looked at each other. Xiao Zhou's proposal was really unexpected.

But they are really hungry

As for Wu Huamin, he was already numb when he saw his wife's text message.

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20 minutes later, we were on the commercial street at the back door of Fuda.

This is a 24-hour braised beef noodle shop.

On the greasy and worn table, four men and one woman were eating noodles.

Among them are one academician, one full professor and one associate professor.

Small shabby shops may have never had such a high level of “technological content”.

Dean Zhao: "Suck, I feel like I'm back to my youthful days. I waited for data in the lab until midnight, and it felt so good to eat a bowl of instant noodles."

Although he has reached a high position, who didn’t come here when he was young?

When was the last time you ate at a roadside stall like this? 10 years ago? Or earlier?

Dean Zhao feels younger!

My legs are no longer sore, my waist is no longer tired, and my digestion is even better.

How could he usually eat such a large bowl of noodles?

Maybe this is called fireworks, it is the most appetizing.

Mou Zhongyi took a big sip of noodle soup and felt very comfortable: "Ha, you are talking about the time when you were in the Third Institute of Materials Science. Even if you had a bonus, it would be a good thing. At that time, instant noodles were a rare thing and we ordinary researchers couldn't afford it. When I was hungry at night, I ate pancakes."

Dean Zhao wiped his mouth: "Tell you secretly, the instant noodles were given by my wife. Hehe, how could I be willing to buy them myself?"

Thinking of his wife, Dean Zhao slapped his thigh.

Together for many years.

Let’s drink a glass of old wine!

Anyway, everyone thought I was here to drink old wine, so I might as well drink some!

When they came out of the second floor of the material store just now, the two old men looked tired. Now they were energetic again. They ordered a bottle of Shikumen and drank it happily, adding peanuts.

Perhaps after drinking two ounces of old wine, Dean Zhao also dropped his academician tone and revealed a bit of an old naughty character.

Looking at Zhou Rui who was concerned about whether Han Ziyin was sleepy or not, he said, "Xiao Zhou, your studies and relationships are blossoming. How long have you two been together?"

Zhou Rui rolled his eyes and said nothing. This is how the older generation likes to talk about young people's feelings.

Seeing that Zhou Rui didn't speak, Han Ziyin lowered her head and continued eating noodles.

After sitting for a while, the two old men couldn't stand it any longer and finally broke up.

Dean Zhao: "Tomorrow, I will contact the Equipment Department early in the morning."

Mou Zhongyi: "Me too, I'll come early in the morning."

Zhou Rui quickly stopped: "You two should sleep and wake up naturally. The laboratory has been locked. It won't take more than a few hours."

After all, they are both very young, so don't get into trouble.

Wu Huamin drove the two bosses off. When leaving, Zhou Rui said to the cab: "Teacher Wu, I think you are tired too. Drive slower on the road."

Wu Huamin nodded solemnly. He would drive as slowly as possible so that he could delay the time to go home.

Watching the car slowly drive away, Zhou Rui looked at his watch. It was already four o'clock, and there were only a few hours until dawn.

This day is quite long