Cannon Fodder Is King [Transmigration]

There seems to be something wrong!

Zhu Zhengqing corrected her attitude instantly.

Then I got worried again.

You can’t just ask people as soon as you go up, did you beat up the child in your wife’s belly by domestic violence, or did you forcibly seize the research results of your students?

Will lose the impression!

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

"Well," Zhu Zhengqing recovered, suppressing the entanglement in his heart, just pretending to be nonchalant: "They have all eaten."

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

"I asked them to bring food for me."

"Ok."

"Right," Zhu Zhengqing said as if thinking of something: "We won't use the microplate reader tomorrow. You can use it if you need it."

There is only one set of equipment in the laboratory, and two experiments are carried out at the same time. It is inevitable that the steps will overlap. After all, this is Zhu Zhengqing's place, unless it is necessary, you must come close to them first.

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

Speaking of business affairs, 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 Zhu Zhengqing’s experiments. He was just under the same roof, so he could hardly hear them discussing some experiments. For Meng Zezhi, with These three melons and two dates, it is not difficult to draw their research direction.

"Yes." Zhu Zhengqing nodded: "We are studying the effects and mechanisms 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 to integrate the researchers under hand.

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

"Yeah." How could Zhu Zhengqing reject him, turned around and pulled out a stack of materials from the test bench and handed it to him, saying: "We originally planned to use colony formation experiments to test the self-renewal and proliferation capabilities of each group of cells, but it turned out that the plot was drawn. The cell proliferation curve turned out to be an arc."

The normal cell proliferation curve should be a broken line.

Meng Zezhi took the information and turned it over.

Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.

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

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

Zhu Zhengqing pursed the corners of her lips. How could such a Meng Zezhi commit domestic violence against his wife?

After about a quarter of an hour, Meng Zezhi went through the entire document carefully. He thoughtfully said: "I think the problem is most likely in the plasmid transfection."

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

"Yeah." Meng Zezhi nodded: "Actually, I can't find the wrong part of the experimental procedure you designed, but since you can't get results with it, then just don't look for reasons on it. Yes, just change another method."

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

Zhu Zhengqing looked at him.

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

He thought for a while: "It's better to use 7721 cells in the logarithmic growth phase, and when the cell confluence reaches 70%, transfer the interfering RNA..."

When Zhu Zhengqing pondered Meng Zezhi’s words, his eyes became brighter and brighter, “At that time, as long as you use a fluorescence microscope to scan, you can accurately observe the expression of green fluorescent protein in each group of cells, and use this to judge plasmid transfer. Degree of staining."

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

Zhu Zhengqing curled her lips, thinking about it, happier, not only to finally have a solution to the problem that lay in front of her, but also for Meng Zezhi's knowledgeable and talented person.

He never doubted why Meng Zezhi had such high biological attainments, because at Harvard, in the Americas, the most indispensable are “apostate” scholars, such as those who explore the laws of celestial motion and invest in chemistry and study history. Won the David Wiltz Prize in Economics...

He wondered, how could such a Meng Zezhi take over the research results of the students?

Could it be that Xu Yehua and the others got together to lie to him?

It'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 thing.

Zhu Zhengqing is thoughtful.

Meng Zezhi didn't know anything about it, he whispered, over and over again: "Replace the carrier, replace the carrier..."

In the dark, his heartbeat began to accelerate.

At a certain moment, between the flames of calcium carbide, the barrier of Goldbach's conjecture that lay in his mind shattered to the ground.

Zhu Zhengqing was the first to come back to his senses, "Professor Meng, thank you so much. I will invite you to dinner when I have time."

Meng Zezhi laughed, his voice low and magnetic: "Where, I should thank Professor Zhu. You may not know how much you helped me—"

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

When receiving the call from Sister Meng, Meng Zezhi was completing the final verification of Goldbach's conjecture.

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

"Fourth old, if I were to get a divorce, He Zhenli would definitely not be willing. The barefoot person is not afraid of wearing shoes, so he is afraid that something will happen to him..."

"Because N/(LnN)^2=(1/4){(√N)/Ln(√N)}^2～(1/4){π(√N)}^2..."

"So I think about it. I want to stay in He's house... I have been a cow and horse for Lao He's for more than 20 years, and now it is their turn to serve me.

"To sum up, we can prove that the conjecture is true."

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