signingbooks Chapter 142: Crowds Worship The Wharf
Chapter 142: Crowds Worship The Wharf
Ten o'clock in the evening, dormitory.
Song He was lying on the bed, looking at the contract with his brows furrowed.
The number of clauses in the contract was so many that it gave him a headache. He had never seen a contract as thick as a textbook in his life.
"Money is hard to earn, and papa is hard to eat!" He sighed.
In addition to the red-tape contract terms, the offer bothered him somewhat.
Engineering bacteria are like cars. There are broken second-hand cars worth thousands of dollars, and luxury supercars worth tens of millions.
Bacteria No. 1 improved by Song He can only be regarded as the embryonic form of engineering bacteria. It is only suitable for producing things, but it does not yet have the ability to produce things. Further gene editing and breeding are needed.
Just like building a building with only the foundation, Zhuang Xia came over to take a look and said that your foundation is good, sell it to me!
How to price just one foundation?
Song He was at a loss, feeling the pain of not knowing how much money he should receive when others give him money.
"Dong dong dong!" There was a sudden knock on the dormitory door.
He put away the contract and got up to open the door.
Unexpectedly, there were four boys standing outside the door.
Du Lai with a pale face, Wei Huai with a black face, Su Xueshou who is short, and a tall man who sings.
The four boys each held a large brand new book and handed it over with complicated expressions.
"What do you mean?" Song He was taken aback.
"River God, we are convinced, come to apologize, and pay respects to the pier by the way!" Du Lai said in a desperate tone.
"We went to the bookstore just now and picked out a few books that you might be interested in. It was a little bit of care." Wei Huai said.
"I hope that tomorrow the engineering bacteria will be cultivated, and the God of the River will take us and give us some pointers!" Su Xueshang said sincerely.
"In the future, if there are questions that we don't understand, we also want to come and ask for advice." Lang Gao sang.
The tone of the four boys was twitchy. It was obviously the first time they did this kind of door-to-door gift giving, and they were thin-skinned.
In the past, they kept talking about fighting against the rebels, but the situation turned out to be stronger than others. Now they have to recognize the rebels as their fathers, and they are only worried that the rebels will shut everyone down.
"You're too polite. We're all classmates. It's only natural to help each other. What books are there for us?"
While being polite, Song He couldn't wait to collect the books of the four of them.
If they gave money or gifts, Song He would definitely return it, but for giving books, it can be regarded as a weakness!
"Environmental Microbiology", "Food Microbiology", "Basis of Microbial Resistance", "Medical Microbiology"
When I opened the last page, it was stamped with the red stamp of Xinhua Bookstore. Each book was priced at hundreds of dollars, which cost a lot!
"It's too precious, how embarrassing it is!" Song He put the book aside, "Tomorrow's experiment is short of manpower, so please help me!"
The four boys breathed a sigh of relief and smiled happily.
Suddenly, Song He saw a pair of black squirrel eyes.
Xu Tingfeng's head appeared behind the crowd, followed by the skinny Wu Xiao and other girls.
Song He was taken aback, and the boys turned their heads one after another, moving away in surprise.
"We won't go in the boys' dormitory." Xu Tingfeng shook the book in his hand, "Song He, a little gift for you!"
"Brother Song, please take care of me tomorrow!" a girl said delicately.
The girls were a little shy, and there was a prayer of "please".
Song He took over the books, "Treatment Guide: Antibiotics Volume", "A Brief History of Drug-Resistant Bacteria", "Multi-antibiotic Fermentation Technology", "Story of Antibiotics", "Practical Anti-infection Therapeutics".
"It's easy to say! Thank you all beauties for supporting us! I guarantee that everyone will not lose their jobs tomorrow!" Song He agreed straightforwardly.
"Thank you, River God!" the girls thanked one after another.
After exchanging pleasantries, the students finally left gratefully.
There are still 39 groups of engineering bacteria that can be improved, and labor is in short supply. Originally, Song He planned to recruit students under his command, but since everyone specially sent books, he just accepted it.
After closing the door, just as I was about to flip through the new book, there was a sudden bang at the door!
Startled, he opened the door quickly.
Fan Tao was out of breath, her hair was sticky with sweat, and there was a huge cardboard box beside her long legs.
"Work hard, put it in!" Song He commanded.
Fan Tao pouted her buttocks, and pushed the box forward with all her strength, and pushed it to the corner of the room.
"The chemistry textbooks, chemistry extracurricular books, and class handouts you want are all here!" Panting, Fan Tao sat down on the box to rest, her neck dripping with sweat.
She was so tired that she was about to pass out. This box of books weighed at least forty catties. They were moved out of her dormitory and transported here for thousands of miles.
Sweat soaked through the white shirt, and the pink underwear was faintly visible. She was panting non-stop in a daze, and the scene turned out to be a bit evocative.
Song He blushed, the fox-eyed senior was somewhat sexy, and it would not be an exaggeration to call her a stunner.
"Drink water, move your butt, I'll inspect the goods." Song He handed over a bottle of Wahaha.
Fan Tao left the box wearily, staggered two steps, squatted down with his back against the wall, raised his neck to drink water.
"I'm going to die!" She rolled her eyes, and sweat dripped from her delicate face, like dew on a white porcelain vase.
Song He opened the box, flipped through the chemistry book inside, an old textbook full of notes, with elegant fonts, and looked at the title page, Fan Tao's book.
"You majored in chemistry as an undergraduate?" Song He asked casually.
"Double degree, minored in chemistry." Fan Tao's eyes were loose, and he said angrily, "I was the first in my grade from freshman to senior year. I was very popular when I was in graduate school, and the teachers almost quarreled for me."
Song He was overjoyed, seeing that she was almost dizzy from exhaustion, yet she still had the strength to brag about herself, her arrogance was indeed engraved in her bones, a proud and sexy senior.
"Teachers rob you? Just like professors rob me today?" Song He asked.
Fan Tao was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly lowered her head, looking deeply shocked.
She studied hard for several years before she got the teacher's favor. Song He has just arrived, and she has become the target of the professors. Is this the gap between ordinary people and geniuses?
"Eat candy, you have hypoglycemia, don't kill me." Song He peeled off a lollipop and brought it to her mouth.
Fan Tao weakly opened her small ruddy mouth, and thrust the lollipop in violently. She frowned and began to eat quietly.
"Please, one thing, the project of improving engineered bacteria, can you bring me one?"
She looked up at Song He, her misty fox eyes were full of begging.
"Sister, this is not your style! Aren't you following the cold and arrogant route?" Song He pretended to be puzzled.
Fan Tao looked embarrassed, "Stop teasing me brother, I was wrong..."
"Are you still aloof in the future? Are you still proud?"
"Don't be cold anymore." Fan Tao smiled bitterly and shook her head, with a humble tone, she reached out and grabbed Song He's trouser leg, "Please, take me with you!"
"It depends on the situation. There may be graduate students looking for me tonight. If there are enough people, you will be responsible for cleaning. If there are not enough people, I can separate you for a kind of bacteria." Song He said.
"It's so late, no one will come." Fan Tao said.
As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door of the room.
Fan Tao quickly got up and went to sort the books beside the box.
Song He went over to open the door, and the boy with sword eyebrows and starry eyes stood outside the door, with a majestic smile, and the temperament of a gentleman in a movie.
"Hi Song He, I'm Professor Lu Chengen's great apprentice Zuo Gaoming, I brought some books, you might like them!" Zuo Gaoming raised the plastic bag in his hand, a big bag of books.
"What an embarrassment! Big brother, please come in! Take a break and drink some water!" Song He took the bag and warmly entertained the guests.
Zuo Gaoming entered the room and saw the sweaty Fan Tao, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes flickered with astonishment.
"I'm also here to deliver books!" Fan Tao quickly explained.
Zuo Gaoming let out an oh, put away the astonishment in his eyes, and resumed his majestic smile.
After a while, Fan Tao and Zuo Gaoming sat on two chairs, Song He sat at the end of the bed, and the three of them communicated face to face.
"Brother Song, what journal do you plan to submit to after the experiment is completed?" Zuo Gaoming asked.
"It depends on how successful the experiment is." Song He felt quite stressed. "I don't know much about paper submission, or even the current situation in the academic circle. I hope my seniors and sisters can give me some pointers."
"Let me talk about different levels of scientific research work!" Zuo Gaoming said frankly.
Song He nodded, looking at him expectantly.
"The top great scholars, such as Einstein and Yang Zhenning, are equivalent to designing the world's first pair of pants, which can be worn." Zuo Gaoming said, "This kind of great research has the ability to independently create top journals. "
"For the less powerful ones, Nobel Prize winners, academicians, etc., they designed a pocket on the right side of their trousers, and found that the pocket can hold a mobile phone wallet. These big cows can occupy the front page of the top journal with a little movement."
"Further down, at the level of Professor Lu Chengen, after seeing the pocket on the right side of the trousers, he designed a pocket on the left side, which can also hold a mobile phone wallet. As long as the work is solid enough, the top journals are happy to include this kind of research."