Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

In the next few days, the Swedish academic delegation was divided into groups.

Scholars in biology and chemistry have basically stayed in the ion channel laboratory. Scholars in other fields such as physics, mathematics, and mechanical industry have embarked on an expected tour of the capital under the arrangement of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Slightly surprising, several Swedish administrative officials also stayed in the ion channel laboratory.

They are not interested in academic papers and the like, nor have they read Yang Rui’s papers. However, they are extremely interested in Yang Rui himself. Every day in the limited corners where Yang Rui can meet, there are Swedish administrative officials. Silhouette.

Marjorie looked at the officials who had surrounded Yang Rui since lunch, and even sneered: "As far as their level is concerned, do you want to take Yang Rui's position?"

Lansellot's smile was faint, and said: "Yang Rui always needs more nominees."

Marjorie's eyes flickered. Indeed, the requirements of these administrative officials are also low. They have no need for "recommendations" and do not have the ability. However, they can easily find one or two nominations for Yang Rui. In the future, if Yang Rui wins the Nobel Prize or other related benefits, it will not be difficult to ask for more rewards.

Marjorie showed a disdainful expression, and said: "Mothworm."

Lansellot did not comment, and asked, "Did you find out who it is?"

Marjorie knew he was asking the recommender, sighed, and said, "It's Houston."

"Where is the space shuttle launched?" Lansellot was a rare humor.

Marjorie said helplessly: "It's Houston from Stockholm University."

"do not know."

"I didn't know him before." Marjorie shrugged and said, "But now he is going to be Yang Rui's recommender."

Referral is not a formal position, but in the scientific research world, everyone still recognizes it.

To put it simply, the relationship between recommenders and scholars is similar to the relationship between a celebrity agent and a celebrity, and it means mutual prosperity and disgrace.

Marjorie used to be very worried about Yang Rui's strength and development, but now he can't get it, and he's a bit unwilling.

Lansellot smiled meaningfully, and said: "So, Yang Rui went to Sweden for a trip, and it wasn't nothing."

Marjorie nodded solemnly, and said, "I'm a smart young man."

"It's more than smart." Lansellot laughed haha.

Marjorie also blushed and said: "It's always easy to be misled by his age."

Speaking of this, Marjorie was a little more cautious, and said: "You said, Yang Rui's experiment should be done by him, right?"

"How to say?"

Marjorie hesitated for a moment, and said: "Will the Chinese government organize manpower to add multiple honors to Yang Rui?"

Lancerot thought a little, and said: "It can't be said that such a possibility is completely impossible. Although I don't believe that anyone is willing to give up the Nobel Prize, there are precedents for giving up the Nobel Prize. What do you think? "

"I can only observe as much as possible. Think about it. It is actually difficult for us to confirm this in China. In this way, it is also very dangerous to be Yang Rui's sponsor."

"That's what it said." Lansellot can feel Marjorie's mentality that he can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour, but there is no absoluteness in everything, and this situation is not unheard of.

There are indeed many strange things hidden in the 100-year history of the Nobel Prize.

Marjorie was somewhat relieved thinking this way.

In the next few days, he still haunted the ion channel laboratory and contacted Yang Rui in many ways.

Even if he could not be a recommender, he would not give up establishing a relationship with Yang Rui.

There is only one Nobel Prize for a major in a year, and it is not something that can be encountered every day like Chinese cabbage.

He ran into Yang Rui with good luck this time, and found that he had a high chance of winning the Nobel Prize, so no matter what the problem was, he had to keep in touch. What does it matter if there is a competitor? In the United States or Western European countries, his competitor has to increase tenfold.

Especially after the crystal structure of the g protein coupled receptor that has been smeared, Marjorie will drool when looking at Yang Rui.

However, his active contact did not produce much effect.

Marjorie changed his mind and did not hesitate to change his strategy. Early the next morning, he took a taxi and drove straight to the ion channel laboratory of Peking University.

When he arrived, the breakfast in the ion channel laboratory of Peking University had just begun. When the master saw the familiar faces of foreigners, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"I want a pie with honey?" Marjorie glanced at the food on the table and chose the safest one.

Today’s interpreter is Qin Xiucheng. He got up before dawn and accompanied Marjorie. He was still drowsy. He simply said to the master: "Give him a pancake and some honey."

"Honey with oil cakes? How do you eat them?" The master sighed with emotion, and the food was complete.

Qin Xiucheng was much more lazy and said, only in official language: "You should pay attention to the impact when you speak. What should I do if foreign guests hear it? Do you think we are class fighting him?"

"It was originally. Besides, people can't understand Chinese." The master has been in the ion channel laboratory for so long, and he has also met some foreigners and leaders, and he is not particularly interested in Qin Xiucheng's set.

Qin Xiucheng was a little unhappy at once, but he couldn't say more, and said dullly: "I want steamed porridge."

"Come on, can you please pay some money in the end." The master pointed to the depths of the small canteen.

Qin Xiucheng's brows suddenly frowned.

The master slapped the iron spoon and said: "We will invite foreign guests. There is no reason to treat all guests."

"Whatever you want." Yang Rui's humble smile appeared in Qin Xiucheng's mind. He lost his appetite and sat on the table angrily.

Marjorie put the oil cake in front of him, soaked it with honey, looked up at Qin Xiucheng, and said, "Mr. Qin, can you sit across from it?"

"En? Oh, what's the matter?"

"I want to look at Tofu Nao's table." Marjorie pointed behind Qin Xiucheng's back and said, "You blocked me."

Qin Xiucheng was a little surprised that he could utter the word Tofu Nao, and nodded stupidly. After changing the position, he asked, "Why do you want to look at Tofu Nao's table?"

"Because Yang Rui often comes to eat tofu brain." Someone answered Qin Xiucheng's words in English, and slapped a plate on the table, saying: "Marjorie, you sit on my table."

Qin Xiucheng looked up in surprise, and saw that the visitor was Louisa, a female scholar of the group, a young Norwegian lady. She has the iconic blond hair of Norwegian women, with deep features and a thin and straight nose. In Qin Xiucheng's impression, this is a lady who is knowledgeable and likes to be quiet.

However, Ms. Louisa, who was quiet on weekdays, was full of anger at this time, and said: "Marjorie, you know I sit here every day, so do you come here early?"

Marjorie's eyes widened and said, "How would I know what makes you sit here every day."

"Then please get out of your position."

"Why do you want me to get out of position." Marjorie's voice was a little vacant.

Louisa chuckled twice and said, "You don't know. You know that Yang Rui always sits here when he has tofu brains, so let's grab this table."

"Anyway, I came earlier today, please sit in another position." Marjorie was a little guilty after all, and said in a low voice: "I have something I want to talk to Mr. Yang Rui."

"Everyone wants to talk to Yang Rui. But Yang Rui only has time to eat. You can try to grab lunch time." Louisa said, sitting down, and said: "Please change your position. This is my fix. seat."

"I..." Marjorie didn't know what to do. As soon as he looked up and saw Yang Rui, he quickly said: "Come on, I just say a few words, and then leave."

Louisa turned her head, and saw Yang Rui coming straight to the tofu brain, she couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "I'll give you three minutes. Anyway, your waffle eating method is just like **** in Yang Rui's eyes. ."

"Huh?" Marjorie glanced at the pancakes and honey on his plate, a little confused.

"The Chinese are very concerned about their food. This is their pride. If you insult their food, you are insulting their country. As long as Yang Rui sees your plate, he won't give you a good face." Louisa Attack Marjorie with the eight-handed knowledge he has learned recently.

Marjorie frowned, looked at Qin Xiucheng, and asked, "Is that right?"

"Probably..." Qin Xiucheng hesitated and didn't know how to answer, so he used maybe as the beginning of the sentence.

However, before Qin Xiucheng's maybe last sentence took shape, Marjorie had made up his mind.

Yang Rui was right in front of him, and it was time to make a decision.

Marjorie grabbed a pancake larger than his palm and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.

He ate so fast that Qin Xiucheng had no time to stop it.

It seemed that there was no way to stop ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ for at most ten seconds, the huge oil cake was swallowed by Marjorie, and he didn't even chew it much.

Qin Xiucheng was dumbfounded, and Luisa made a gesture of gagging her throat, admiringly said: "Your technique is so good, don't you want to vomit at all? Plug it so deeply..."

small theater:

The tattooed Patenos stared at the table in front of him blankly, and whispered: "Godfather, I'm really... well, it's really not working anymore."

Godfather: Patenos, do you know what Chinese people care most about?

Patenos: Godfather, it's their food.

Godfather: Yes, Chinese people care about their food. This is their pride. If you insult their food, you insult their country. If you insult their country, can you still learn the essence of PCR ?

Patenos: I was wrong, but, godfather, I... I don't even eat tripe buns.

Godfather: There is no tripe here.

Patenos: I also don't eat bullocks.

Godfather: There is no mess here.

Patenos looked at the white water sheep's head, the white water pig's head and the white water buffalo head on the table, and fell into deep despair. I became even more afraid of the trip to China.

The godfather said in an encouraging tone: Patenos, do you remember that you killed the Teddle Gang alone? You are not even afraid of submachine guns, are you still afraid of these foods?

Patenos: I'm not afraid...

Godfather: Yes, don’t be afraid, you have to learn to taste good food...

Patenos: Yes...

Godfather: After eating them...

Patenos was crying: Godfather... can you sprinkle a little salt...

Godfather: Chinese people like light taste.

Patenos held the sheep's head, gnawing at the same time, widening his eyes, and constantly doubting life: Why is this light taste?