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Chapter five hundred and ninety seventh wine table

The first day of the "International Genetic Conference" was filled with colorful flags, and the sky was clear, and the organizer received praise from the experts attending the conference.

However, Yang Rui owed no happiness at all.

He only gave away one PCR device, but he did not receive any useful reply.

Of course, it is normal to not receive a definite reply, but as the party involved, how could Yang Rui be willing?

The "International Genetic Conference" lasts three days in total. There is no news on the first day, and if there is no news on the second day, when the third day, all kinds of speeches and reports will be filled, and it will be idle to get recommendations from a certain boss.

Yang Rui hopes to explain his work in front of public scientists, not to protect his achievements with the support of a big shot.

His paper has detailed content and a bright future. He does not need the protection of the science masters. As long as it is made public, it will be the greatest protection for him.

But who would have thought that publicizing papers is also a difficult process.

There is no news about the paper sent to "nature". Yang Rui cannot submit more manuscripts or spread them through ordinary media. Instead, he wants to spread them through ordinary media. Many scientists are star scientists. This is the case with the author of the original PCR version. This guy loves surfing and loves beauty. He has always appeared in public as an alternative scientist.

But in the environment of the Greater America in the 1980s, alternative scientists could only be white, even black people, let alone yellow people.

The public in the Greater Americans do not care about what happened on Earth outside the United States. For them, the center of the earth is either Manhattan or Hollywood, and the Far East is too far, so there is no need to understand it.

The media in the United States have a longer-term vision. They usually see Europe and pay as much attention to the Atlantic Ocean as they pay attention to Africa. As for what happens in Asia and Oceania, it is their business!

If the academic community can still judge heroes by results, the value orientation of the American public media is purely biased, and naturally it is not as powerful as the Soviet Union, but it is also powerful enough.

There may be some way in the world to let Yang Rui spread his name through ordinary media, but Yang Rui could not think of those methods at all.

Moreover, he didn't know whether the communication of ordinary media was useful.

Seeing that the staff began to clean up the garbage in the hall, Yang Rui stood in the middle, at a loss.

Professor Zhang Dayong watched Yang Rui recommend him all day long, and thought about it and felt sad for Yang Rui. At this time, he took the initiative to come over and said jokingly: "I can't bear to leave. If I don't leave, I won't be able to catch up with dinner. Americans' meals are expensive. A hamburger is similar to our Roujiamo. I dare to ask for several dollars, but I can't eat enough to eat one."

Yang Rui was not in the mood to joke, just said, "You have such a good appetite."

"Who has a bad appetite from our era? I can't even get in front of me when I eat a basin of noodles at a time." Zhang Dayong said, pulling Yang Rui's arm and said, "Let's go and have dinner first. Only when I have enough food can I get the strength."

"Don't comfort me, you'll go for a meal."

"And you?"

"I..." Yang Rui was late and said, "I want to go to the surrounding restaurants to see if I can find any more opportunities."

Zhang Dayong looked at Yang Rui, who was younger than his son, and suddenly felt sad and felt distressed. He forced Yang Rui and said, "Don't go, go to dinner with us. I will help you find your relationship in the evening. I know several old friends who are all in the United States. If you ask them to recommend, it will be much better than if you are trying your luck in the restaurant."

Stopping a scholar in the restaurant and recommending himself. This is indeed like a blind cat hitting a dead mouse. It is okay to encounter a good temper. When encountering a bad temper, scholars do not need to mention dirty words if they harm others.

Yang Rui hesitated and said, "No need to do this, I just want to try again."

"What else can I try? We have tried enough in the laboratory. Do you have to try a report?" Zhang Dayong paused for a moment and said, "I don't know what you think. If I were me, I wouldn't pursue a report. However, you are still young. If you want to make a report and say something you want to say, I am willing to support you. Let's have a meal first. After dinner, I will call, okay?"

"Professor Zhang, there is no need to do this."

"Don't be polite to me. I'm willing to do this. I want to help, don't stop me." Zhang Dayong expressed his intention to take the initiative to help in the style of the 1960s and 1970s.

There was a warm stream gushing in Yang Rui's heart.

Yang Rui didn't know what kind of favor he needed to call someone to help, but he knew that, based on his relationship with Zhang Dayong, it would be a great effort to meet someone by chance and ask someone to help him introduce him.

However, what Yang Rui wanted was not a recommendation a few months later. By then, the results of whether "Nature" were published will be released, and time will be spent, so it will be difficult to go abroad again...

However, this is indeed an opportunity.

No one can say anything about what happened a few months later. If Nature rejects manuscripts, it is not necessarily that JMC will not reject his manuscripts.

The more revolutionary thesis is, the more careful you should be, because the reviewer is likely to be a stubborn mind.

If you believe that scholars are knowledgeable people and therefore open-minded people, it is as ridiculous as believing that high-ranking officials have a more moral sense.

The Hungarian discovered the relationship between puerperal fever and "toxin" in Vienna. There was no concept of bacteria in that era. The puerperal fever that caused maternal death was considered by Semelves as the toxin brought by the delivery doctor when dissecting the body. Although there was a deviation in understanding, Semelves' decision was correct. He ordered all doctors who delivered the mother to wash their hands.

It sounds ridiculous, but in 19th century Europe, in that era equivalent to the Daoguang period in China, doctors not only did not wash their hands, they even did not wash their clothes, so that the aprons in white coats were covered with blood and minced meat.

The blood stains are widely sourced, and the minced meat is often the corpse. The intern doctor who studied medicine dissects the corpse every morning and attends get out of class. After class, he goes to the obstetrics department to help deliver the baby. He does not wash his hands during this period, which causes a 16% mortality rate...

After the handwashing warrant of Semervez was issued, the mortality rate of puerperal fever in his obstetrics department dropped from 16% to 3%.

Such a wonderful result was not recognized by his peers after Saimerves published his paper.

On the contrary, what Semerves got was bombardment. The self-proclaimed sacred doctors could not accept the reason that they brought about death. His explanation method was also inconsistent with the consistent medical theories in Europe. European pathology at that time was a traditional Chinese medicine theory. They believed that everyone's disease was related to everyone's unique physique, so diagnosis should be based on everyone's specific physique, and a complex disease was interpreted as a toxin. In the eyes of European doctors at that time, it was rash and ruthless.

What's more, the person who proposed this point was not the Austrians.

In the end, the Hungarian Symelves, who published a revolutionary paper, could not find a job in Vienna and had to return to his hometown. After a theoretical war, he was sent to a mental hospital by his wife and died tragically under the stick guard of the mental hospital.

Yang Rui was not worried that he would be beaten to death by a stick, but who could guarantee that the editors and reviewers of this next journal are open-minded and clear-minded?

"Thank you, Professor Zhang." Yang Rui decided to accept Professor Zhang's kindness and the favor he gave came from it.

Although not an immediate and effective measure, it is at least an insurance policy.

Professor Zhang felt happy and smiled and said, "Can you have a meal now?"

"Eat." Yang Rui nodded with a smile, giving up going to the restaurant to try his luck, or in other words, causing humiliation to himself.

The two of them were talking and got on the bus.

Two buses took all the scholars and managers to a remote Chinese restaurant and sat down, and saw Sichuan cuisine and various wines on the table.

"White, vodka or whiskey, choose which one you want to drink. I'll say first, whiskey or vodka is not as expensive as Moutai." The person in charge of entertaining the local consulate staff, two very generous men, used goblets to distribute the spirits to everyone.

Yang Rui chose Moutai, but he didn't have time to taste it, so he was clinked twice and continued to fuck.

Despite regular exercise and strong figure, Yang Rui felt a slight slight slaughter of white wine, so he quickly ate two bites of rice to cushion.

As the four liang of strong wine entered the stomach, the atmosphere on the table gradually became harmonious.

Many scholars need funds and projects, and they all drink with officials. In an era when a director of a science and technology department could get stuck in the professor's neck, scholars from the bottom and middle levels were inevitably invited to treat guests and drink.

Even when Yang Rui was studying for a postgraduate degree, the professors in the school took this as the foundation of their career, not to mention the 1980s when the wine and meat were noisy.

Yang Rui was in a bad mood, and after drinking two glasses of wine without hesitation, he gradually couldn't stand it.

At this time, scholars also began to brag.

This one says how important my results are, the other says how I eat at the local area, and the other says how I gave up the opportunity when I was young...

As he was talking, someone pulled Yang Rui to taste the PCR technology.

Yang Rui frantically distributing and introducing his research in the conference hall all day long. Of course, there are always a few people doing this every year, but young Chinese researchers like Yang Rui are very eye-catching in the Chinese team.

Because of Yang Rui's youth, no one has to care whether Yang Rui agrees. A few drunk scholars found out the information distributed by Yang Rui on the spot and commented while reading it.

"It's too simple!" said the man on the left.

"Opportunism." The man on the second left saw the particularity of PCR.

"It's interesting." The man on the third left saw the conclusion, turned his head and said in a mainstream statement: "It's just that."

Yang Ruimu listened to the people at the next table evaluating him, but he was too lazy to argue, so he simply fed himself two high-glass of wine and fell asleep.

Others are getting happier in their discussions.
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