Cannon Fodder is King [Quick Transmigration]

It seems that something is not quite right!

Zhu Zhengqing immediately corrected his attitude.

Then I was worried again.

You can't ask people right away, did you beat the child in your wife's stomach due to domestic violence, or did you seize the research results of your students?

Impression points will drop!

Just when Zhu Zhengqing was hesitating, Meng Zezhi had already walked over with a glass of water. Seeing that he didn't speak, he had to repeat the words again: "Why are you alone, what about the others?"

"Well," Zhu Zhengqing came back to his senses, suppressed the entanglement in his heart, and just pretended to be nonchalant: "They all went to eat."

"What about you?" Meng Zezhi walked to the water dispenser and pressed the water switch.

"I asked them to bring me food."

"Ah."

"By the way," Zhu Zhengqing said as if thinking of something, "We won't be using the microplate reader tomorrow, and you can use it first if you need it."

There is only one set of instruments in the laboratory, and the two experiments are carried out at the same time, and it is inevitable that there will be overlapping steps.After all, this is Zhu Zhengqing's place, unless necessary, they must come first.

"What?" Meng Zezhi put down the water glass brought to his mouth.

Speaking of business, Zhu Zhengqing couldn't help frowning, and sighed: "Something went wrong with the experiment."

Meng Zezhi thought for a while: "The direction of your research should be chemokine receptors."

He has been in the laboratory for almost a month. In order to avoid suspicion, he never deliberately inquired about the content of Zhu Zhengqing's experiments. He was just under the same roof, and he would inevitably hear them discuss some experimental situations. For Meng Zezhi, relying on With these three melons and two dates, it is not difficult to figure out their research direction.

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing nodded: "We are studying the effect and mechanism of chemokine receptors on the proliferation, migration and invasion of human liver cancer cells."

This project can only be regarded as quite satisfactory, and it is perfect for integrating the researchers under him.

"Can I know which step is wrong?" Meng Zezhi put the water glass on the table: "See if I can give you some suitable suggestions."

"Hmm." How could Zhu Zhengqing refuse him, turned around and took out a stack of materials from the test bench and handed them to him, saying: "We originally planned to use the colony formation experiment to test the self-renewal and proliferation capabilities of each group of cells, and found that the drawn The cell proliferation curve turned out to be an arc."

A normal cell proliferation curve should be a broken line.

Meng Zezhi took the documents and flipped through them.

Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.

Meng Zezhi's appearance can only be regarded as average, but he couldn't help but exuded a mature and stable atmosphere all over his body. He just sat there, exuding a unique charm from the tip of his hair to the tip of his toes.

Sure enough, men who work hard are the most charming.

Zhu Zhengqing pursed her lips, how could such a Meng Zezhi commit domestic violence against his wife?

About a quarter of an hour later, Meng Zezhi went through the entire document in detail, and said after deliberation: "I think the problem is most likely caused by the plasmid transfection."

"Plasmid transfection?" Zhu Zhengqing gathered his spirits together: "I think so too."

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi nodded: "Actually, I can't find any faults in the experimental procedure you designed, but since you can't get results with it, then don't look for the reason on it. Well, let’s change it another way.”

This is not quite in line with the research spirit of a scholar.

Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.

Meng Zezhi didn't stick to these things: "If you are really unwilling, just leave it to study later. The top priority is to complete this project first."

He thought for a while: "It's better to use 7721 cells in the logarithmic growth phase, and when the cell fusion reaches [-]%, transfer the interfering RNA..."

Zhu Zhengqing pondered Meng Zezhi's words carefully, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, "At that time, as long as the fluorescent microscope is used to scan, the expression of green fluorescent protein in each group of cells can be accurately observed, so as to judge the degree of plasmid transfection. degree of staining."

He concluded: "Although the steps are much more cumbersome, after changing the carrier, the experimental results are obviously more intuitive."

Zhu Zhengqing curled her lips, the more she thought about it, the happier she was, not only because she finally found a solution to the problem in front of her, but also because of Meng Zezhi's knowledge and talents.

He never doubted why Meng Zezhi had such a high level of biological attainments, because at Harvard and in the Americas, there was no shortage of "rebel" scholars, such as those who explored the laws of celestial motion and devoted themselves to chemistry, and those who studied history. Received the David Wiltz Prize in Economics...

He thought, how could such Meng Zezhi seize the research results of the students?

Could it be that Xu Yehua and the others teamed up to deceive him?

That's even more impossible. Let's not say that there is no conflict of interest between them. The most important thing is, how stupid they must be to say such a lie that can be broken at the first poke.

Zhu Zhengqing is thoughtful.

Meng Zezhi didn't know anything about it, he murmured over and over again: "Change carrier, change carrier..."

Suddenly, his heartbeat started to speed up.

At a certain moment, between the light of calcium carbide and the fire, the barrier of Goldbach's conjecture in his mind was shattered.

Zhu Zhengqing was the first to come to his senses, "Professor Meng, thank you so much. When I am free, I will treat you to dinner."

Meng Zezhi laughed lowly, his voice was deep and magnetic: "Where, I should be the one to thank Professor Zhu, you may not know how much you have helped me—"

Back on the desk, Meng Zezhi was full of ideas. He opened the drawer, took out a thick stack of draft paper, picked out half of it, and threw it directly into the trash can. Then he couldn't wait to pick up the pen, and continued with the previous content , calculate it.

When Meng Zezhi received the phone call, Meng Zezhi was completing the final verification of Goldbach's conjecture.

“已知：r(N)≤《7.8∏{(p-1)/(p-2)}∏{1-1/{(p-1)^2}}{N/(LnN)^2}……（36）”

"Fourth, if I want to get a divorce, He Zhenli will definitely not be willing. I am not afraid of wearing shoes if I am barefoot, I am afraid that something will happen to him..."

“由于N/(LnN)^2=(1/4){(√N)/Ln(√N)}^2～(1/4){π(√N)}^2……”

"So I made up my mind, I want to stay in the He family... I have been a cow and a horse for the old He family for more than [-] years, and now it's their turn to serve me."

"To sum up, it can prove that the conjecture is established."

The rustling sound stopped abruptly, Meng Zezhi put down the pen in his hand, and said slowly, "Okay."