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Chapter 475

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[Do you have a material science major? Don't you want to consider the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study? Link: Recruitment brochure.]

[PS1: As long as you have a heart full of passion for scientific research, a minimum PhD degree, and more than 12 months of postdoctoral or corporate research and development experience.]

[PS3: Not just a PhD in materials science, but also physics, mathematics, and other disciplines. You are welcome to submit your resume at any time, but please attach a formal research project application with your resume ~]

At 12 o 'clock at night, in a materials science laboratory at the University of Science and Technology of China.

When Hou Jinli saw this Weibo post, he was in the laboratory, and his heart skipped a beat.

Like most people, he originally followed God Lu because he wanted to see God Lu show off. However, he didn't expect Lu Zhou to post on Weibo after the Nobel Prize award ceremony. Instead, he saw … a recruitment advertisement?

He glanced at the comments section and saw that it was filled with people.

[Minimum PhD degree, more than 12 months of postdoctoral experience … God Lu, I'm still an undergraduate, can you reserve a position?]

[Advertisement causes discomfort, reported!]

[Can a high school student do it? You know how to sweep the floor, pour tea, and act cute ~]

[Boss, why aren't there any living creatures? Think about living creatures, living creatures! (crying) (crying)]

[There's a living creature here that's autistic, why don't we … (smirk) (smirk)]

Hou Jinli: "…"

When he saw the hundreds of likes, he felt like there was a deep malice coming from the world, so he chose not to continue reading.

There was no need to comment on how big the four pits of the biochemical materials industry were, and how many graduates were buried every year.

Whether it was in China or abroad, the entire material research and development environment was like this.

The profit margin was less than 30%, and the product development cycle was 7-8 years. Realistically speaking, how many buildings could they have developed with this amount of time? It was enough for a few internet startups to go public and go bankrupt?

Of course, the country still attached great importance to materials, and their support was also quite strong.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many companies that relied on state subsidies and scientific research funding to survive.

Of course, for a scientific researcher who chose this field, scientific research still had to be emotional, and he couldn't be completely focused on money.

Hou Jinli asked himself why he didn't change professions even after he got his PhD. It was more or less because he loved this profession.

At the same time, he also hoped that one day, he would be able to drive a BMW like his PhD supervisor, handle million-dollar projects, and chat happily with the bosses of listed companies.

However, dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel.

He didn't even have his own laboratory, let alone millions in funding.

The most ideal way out would probably be to spend two years as a postdoc, apply for the Green Thousand Talents Institute, and get directly employed by the University of China …

However, the ideal was beautiful, but what was the proportion of Qing Qian?

Just as the words said, it was less than one in a thousand.

When Hou Jinli saw the words "Jinling Institute for Advanced Study" on Weibo, he couldn't help but remember the hotly debated matter in the academic community.

The new controllable nuclear fusion research unit was located in Jinling, and the chief designer seemed to be Lu Zhou.

Although this matter was not widely reported in the news, it was not a secret in the academic community.

Some people thought that Lu Zhou was too arrogant, some people thought that he was crazy, and some people tried to prove the possibility. After all, controllable nuclear fusion was far away, but it was only one step away …

However, even after more than 50 years, he still couldn't make it.

Hou Jinli couldn't help but wonder if the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study was recruiting a PhD in the field of materials science because of the controllable nuclear fusion project.

He curiously clicked on the Weibo link and quickly saw the recruitment brochure.

When his gaze moved to the line about treatment, he couldn't take his eyes off it.

An official researcher with an annual salary of 300,000 yuan!

There was also a year-end bonus, insurance, and accommodation subsidies …

Of course, what he couldn't take his eyes off of was not the 300,000 yuan annual salary after becoming an official employee, but the description that came after that.

According to the description in the recruitment brochure, as long as one passed the interview and went through a 1-6 month internship period, they would be qualified as a formal researcher!

Normally speaking, for a PhD who didn't study overseas, the normal process was to first do a PhD in a university for two to three years, then go through the assistant research, associate research, and associate research. This process would take at least six years. If one was unlucky enough to work for an unreliable or heartless boss, it would take at least eight years for them to obtain the qualification to do independent research.

However, how many eight years was there in a person's life?

The golden age of a researcher was only between the ages of thirty and forty.

If he could successfully apply for a formal researcher position, he could save at least six years of hard work.

When Hou Jinli thought about how he would have been a postdoc at the University of Science and Technology for a year, he couldn't help but feel excited.

Being a formal researcher meant that one could have their own laboratory, engage in independent research, and cross over from the exploited class to the exploited class.

These conditions might not be attractive to some big names, but for research dogs like Lu Zhou, who were still suffering, the temptation was fatal.



For Hou Jinli, staying up late was a common occurrence.

The next day, Hou Jinli filled in the experimental report and opened his laptop in high spirits. He downloaded the attachment from the recruitment website.

Suddenly, a student from the same laboratory walked in.

Sun Hao happened to pass by Lu Zhou's seat, and he looked at the computer screen. He paused for a second and said, "… At least a PhD, and at least 12 months of scientific research experience. Oh my god, what kind of research institute has such a high threshold? "

Hou Jinli: "Jinling Institute for Advanced Study."

Sun Hao was shocked when he heard this research institute.

"Jinling Institute for Advanced Study? F * ck! You're applying for a Nobel Prize winner's laboratory?! "

Hou Jinli: "How do I know if I don't try?"

After all, he was a postdoc at the University of Science and Technology of China, so he had a bit of an advantage in terms of education.

Of course, it was hard to say how much he had.

"It's a pity that I'm still seven months away. Otherwise, I'd give it a try too." Sun Hao looked at the recruitment brochure on the screen and said with envy, "If you really go to the Nobel Prize winner's laboratory, don't forget to help me in the future."

Hou Jinli smiled and sighed as he said, "Let's talk about it when it's done. I'm afraid there's going to be a lot of competition."

Two hundred spots seemed like a lot.

But if you split it among the major universities in the country, it wouldn't be much.

And with these conditions, not just domestic universities, even those doing postdoctoral research abroad would be tempted after seeing them …

After waiting anxiously for an interview, Hou Jinli confidently boarded the high-speed train from Luyang to Jinling.

However, when he followed the route on the map on his phone and arrived at the Jinling Institute for Advanced Study, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

When he booked the hotel, he had a bad feeling about this.

It seemed like his premonition was correct.

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