Rebirth of the God-level Xueba

Liu Bingxian mentioned a couple of hemp groups and a few donkeys rolling, kicking their legs, walking home from the familiar alley, saying hello all the way. ＠乐＠文＠小＠说|

"Sanye Liu went to buy breakfast."

"Hey, I went to Huguo Temple to eat some coke rings, drank a bowl of bean juice, and made a bowl of offal soup." Liu Bingxian said, licking his lips, as if aftertaste.

"Huguosi snack bar? Yes, it tastes good, right."

"That is, the taste is quite good..." Liu Bingxian laughed twice and asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Eat it, sesame pancake, from Lao Shuan's."

"Lao Shuan's is pretty good. Have the bean noodle soup with balls?"

"I can't afford to drink, I can save one. It can't be compared with your Liu Sanye. The three little boys in the family can eat tightly."

Liu Bingxian was immediately a little proud, he laughed twice, and said: "It's okay, your boss is the second day of this year, and he will be liberated in another year. Anyone who finds a job can support his younger siblings."

"I'm afraid it won't work. Our boss wants to take the exam."

"What study?"

"I want to take college entrance exams. If people are willing to study, we have to grit our teeth and make a confession."

Liu Bingxian's expression collapsed and frowned, "Girls, what's the use of college? I'll tell you, if you graduate next year, it is most practical for your boss to find a decent job. Don't bump your head on the single-plank bridge. In the past, wasting three or four years, what's the use of crashing into the past? Isn't it someone else’s wife?

"You Liu San has an idea." This man changed his name, and his pretentious smiling face disappeared. He turned to go home and closed the door, and then snapped it back.

Inside the door, there was a faint spit, but it was not real.

Outside the door, Liu Bingxian was also full of disdain, spitting sputum on the threshold of others, and whispered in a low voice: "Dogs look at the low-ranking guys. What's the use of learning well? It's not a loss.

After cursing, thinking of his two crazy babes, Liu Bingxian's arms rolling around carrying the donkey were boring.

When he reached a fork in the road, Liu Bingxian heard the clanging carpenter's sound and turned around naturally.

"What are you building? Which unit is it for?" Liu Bingxian couldn't help asking as he looked at a former old house that had been opened with tiles.

The construction worker lowered his head, and saw that he was a half-middle-aged man kicking his old-toed shoes, and he didn't care much and said, "We are built in Beijing."

"Huh?" Liu Bingxian's voice was provocative: "Jingjian will make other people's homes? Which corrupt criminal is this?"

Today's social atmosphere is such that many people are accustomed to the direct attack mode, especially the Jingchengren, who practiced a mouthful of Beijing movies early, some are humorous, some are acrimonious.

Of course, the construction workers are also from the capital, and, unlike Liu Bingxian, a casual resident who wears a pedal, he is a national worker with a formal establishment. Therefore, this one is also rude: "You can control it. ?"

Liu Bingxian became unhappy and asked, "Why can't I control it?"

"You really can't control it." The construction worker glanced at him contemptuously, then turned away from Liu Bingxian's sight.

He didn't want to get entangled with this kind of two stunners either.

I don't know if it was the language or the expression, but Liu Bingxian's anger was suddenly ignited, and he said loudly: "What's so great? Corruption committed in front of my house? I can't control it yet?"

"If you have the ability, just take care of it." Although the worker couldn't see Liu Bingxian, he could hear his voice, so on the other side of the wall, he leisurely replied.

Liu Bingxian raised his foot and wanted to put it on the family's door.

However, looking at the vermilion and vermilion, the newly painted door, Liu Bingxian didn't make any move after all.

People from Beijing can't be so indifferent, let's not talk about them, if they break their lacquer, they will be compensated after all. Looking at the appearance of this lacquer, I am afraid that the price is more than tens of thousands of miscellaneous soup. If he has the money, why bother to brag with the neighbours, just mention it in the water, and just walk around the alleys seven in seven places.

However, Liu Bingxian was not prepared to let the family off so easily.

He thought bitterly: "I can't cure you, someone can cure you."

Having said that, Liu Bingxian raised his foot and walked in the direction of the street office. He made a trip back home in the middle and delivered the breakfast he bought to his home.

Half an hour later, Xiao Chen from the street office followed Liu Bingxian to the newly painted vermilion door.

"Hey, is the head of the household?" Xiao Chen raised his head and asked.

The construction worker saw that he was wearing a cadre uniform, and then saw Liu Bingxian behind him, and said "bad luck" in secret, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm from the street, and the ID is in my pocket."

The worker frowned and said, "Where is the head of the household."

"Then let's go in and have a look?" Xiao Chen was still polite, but a kind of polite with power.

Nowadays, the subdistrict office has great power, especially for ordinary residents, it basically has the functions of a small government, and its administrative level is the same as that of the township. Although it is still not as powerful as the power of the township, it depends on what period it was. The neighborhood offices in the 1980s might have more power than the township organizations 20 or 30 years later.

In fact, 20 or 30 years later, many people often still need to go to the street office to issue various certificates, such as going to university or settled down. This is a routine thing for future generations, but it was not in 1986. , If it were earlier, some people might even be unable to study or even work because of a problem on the street.

Of course, regardless of the age, the power of the street office is aimed at ordinary people, but in Beijing, the definition of ordinary people is really narrow.

Looking at the courtyard of Liangjin, Xiao Chen was actually unwilling to come. However, Liu Bingxian kept making big discoveries that he wouldn't come if he didn't come.

The construction worker jumped off the wall, opened the door, looked at Xiao Chen's ID, groaned, and said, "That's it for the chat at the second door."

Xiao Chen looked forward and said twice: "It's pretty big."

The second-entry house is usually a courtyard with a small courtyard, because the first entry was for the subordinates to live in. There is no need to make a lot of money. The courtyard inside is the place for the family’s daily life. Make it bigger, just like a house with a master bedroom and a maid’s room in the house of later generations.

This set of quadrangle courtyards is a bit different. The second-entry house has a large courtyard and a large courtyard, which occupies one-third more area than others. The scale of the front yard is increased, and it still has the shape of a patio. The size of the house is also large.

Xiao Chen has been working in the street for several years, and he always looked at the house from the outside. He came into the house for the first time and looked around curiously, then walked through the small courtyard and walked towards the door of the second entrance.

Liu Bingxian followed step by step, looking around angrily and jealously. Their family lives in a large courtyard. After the founding of the country, his father was allocated a quarter of the courtyard. Then he gave birth to five children in one breath. Now all of them have grown up. Except for the eldest studying and the third married out The next three children are also remarried, still squeezed into the original house in the courtyard.

Although I did my best to build two more rooms, the total area of ​​the entire courtyard was not enough for the house outside the house.

Liu Bingxian looked at the two young men at the second entrance, even more unhappy.

Is the head of the household so young? It's not a corrupt criminal, there must be other problems. Old God Liu Bingxian was thinking, anyway, if you sue them, you will also sue. Actively reporting is always good.

Xiao Chen was also helpless, and the masses reported it, so you can't justify it if you don't take a look.

He coughed slightly, walked closer, and said, "Two..."

Both hands stretched out at the same time, palms facing Xiaocheng, fingers pointing up, beckoning him not to speak.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the young man standing on the steps say: "G protein is different from g protein coupled receptors. G protein does not contain hydrophobic regions, especially the a and γ subunit ends of g protein, which are all lipid molecules. , So they are all hydrophobic... You can try to connect protein g with other lipid molecules, such as myristic acid, isoprene, etc. However, I suggest you focus on protein g On the joint receptor."

"I wrote it down, but, g protein-coupled receptors, we have more problems..."

"If there is a problem, it is a good thing. If there is no problem, we will have no work. You have no problem with the preparation of the coarse film."

"It's done. We have an ultracentrifuge. It is easier to do this, but the workload is relatively large."

"Ultracentrifuge is not big~www.readwn.com~ can only be done slowly. So the problem now is that the detergent is increased?"

"Yes, there is no suitable detergent. In addition, the stability of membrane protein is also a problem..."

"For detergents, you can only try more. I have an idea for stability. You can add a little molecule of ligands, such as activators, blockers, etc., when the detergent is compatibilized. of……"

Xiao Chen looked at the young man above the steps, then looked back at Liu Bingxian, and asked, "Do you understand what they say?"

"I know what they mean by Sinicization. I don't know what they mean." Liu Bingxian has long been silly. He wants to learn from others, so he can't go out and brag.

Xiao Chen said twice and asked: "You don't understand what they mean, what are you reporting?"

"Without speaking human words, I can't report it yet?"

"Trouble you to go out and say something." The two people on the steps stopped talking, and Su Xiankai at the bottom of the steps frowned and looked at Xiao Chen and Liu Bingxian with a look of disgust.

"Well, I'm from the street on our side. I received reports from the masses...so come in and have a look." Xiao Chen replied politely.

"The report you said was made by him?" Su Xiankai looked at Liu Bingxian.

Liu Bingxian's mouth moved without saying a word.

Xiao Chen smiled, and said, "We are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so you can take a look at it. May I ask you who you are?"

"I am Su Xiankai, an assistant researcher at Peking University." Su Xiankai took out his credentials.

"What is Peking University?"

"Peking University." Su Xiankai looked up proudly.

Xiao Chen Cheng took it over in fear, looked through it a bit, and quickly returned it: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Then if you have something, we will leave first."

Su Xiankai nodded slightly.

Liu Bingxian wanted to say something, but Xiao Chen grabbed him and pulled it out.

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