Night had just fallen in Osaka, and the hustle and bustle had yet to subside. The trading center in the trade zone had already stopped trading. However, a large number of trading companies, public relations companies, research institutes, design institutes, and other white-collar places still adhered to the tradition of working overtime. Whether there was a problem or not, they had to show their attitude first.
Of course, the night banquet had already been arranged. The night cruise on Beishan Lake was quite a popular way to make friends recently.
Taking a boat, drinking, going to the other side, and then taking the subway and bus home. Time was really calculated to the extreme.
The entire trade market was flowing with a floating and restless atmosphere.
However, all of this had nothing to do with Jiang Zhong.
She was wearing the white lab coat, sitting in front of the workbench, sorting out the experiment records of the day and combining them with the massive experimental records of the past for analysis and verification.
This was a research that had been going on for 27 years.
The project was established in 2070. In 75 years, she participated as an assistant. In 81 years, she officially took over. Since then, she had been busy. The best years of her youth, the most beautiful years, and the most ups and downs of her life were all integrated into it.
Now, she was over 40 years old. For most researchers, it was about time for them to make some achievements, and she did have some achievements. However, in this main project, although there were occasional ups and downs, overall, it was still the same smooth line when she first took over. There was no trend of big ups and downs.
At least, according to the standards of experimental design, this was correct.
Jiang Zhong was not impatient. Even if she had such emotions before, they had long been polished over the past 20 years. Sometimes she even thought that maybe she would continue this research until she was 100 years old. Then, she would retire and hand it over to her children and students to continue …
If there was such a day, her life would be considered happy, right?
The other sounds of the research institute gradually subsided, but Jiang Zhong did not sense it. She just focused on the work in front of her. In the past two days, her workload on this project had increased a little. She needed to add the tissue sample of the Mushed Mouth Ape that Mr. Mo promised to give in a few days. She needed to do some pre-design, especially to set up a "warning line."
Even though there had been nearly ten million iterations, every time a tissue sample of a strong mutant was added, it would cause a violent reaction to the mutant gene network that was already in an "unstable state."
This was a moment to test the ability of the researchers.
"Ding!"
The sound of glassware hitting against each other rang in her ears.
Jiang Zhong was completely unprepared. He was so shocked that his body trembled and he turned around in panic. First, he saw the red wine bottle and glass, then Matsudaira Yoshio's thin face.
After not seeing him for a while, he seemed to have become more and more unkempt. His beard was unshaven, and his suit was loose. If you saw him on the street, you would think that he was a former employee who had been fired by some company.
Of course, anyone with the slightest bit of experience would absolutely not underestimate this cold and firm gaze of his.
Jiang Zhong was a little surprised. Although this person was a big boss, he rarely appeared in the research institute, let alone now.
"You …"
"Drink some red wine to soften your blood vessels and celebrate."
Matsudaira Yoshio ignored Jiang Zhong's half-completed experimental design interface and directly placed the wine bottle in the projection work area. It was a very impolite behavior, but it was natural for him to do it.
"You're still using that excuse!" Jiang Zhong knew that with Matsudaira Yoshio's personality, he most likely would not be able to get anything done tonight. He lowered his head and smiled. "It's hard to imagine that you used to introduce sake to everyone you met … What is it to celebrate?"
Matsudaira Yoshio casually pulled out the cork and poured some wine into two tall glasses. "To celebrate the change in direction of the 'blood vessel' platform. Hundreds of research institutes and thousands of projects in the peaceful trade market lost their subsidies and died immediately … But we are not among them."
As soon as Jiang Zhong took the glass, he was slightly stunned. "The negotiation is over?"
"It's just an announcement. LCRF has always been like this."
Matsudaira Yoshio smiled and swirled the glass like a veteran, but his eyes did not stop on the wine or the glass. Instead, he looked at Jiang Zhong. "Since a large number of projects died, the popularity of the projects that survived naturally increased. The price of the 'directional induction' technology has increased again."
"Congratulations."
Jiang Zhong thought he understood, but he only smiled calmly and raised his glass to Matsudaira Yoshio. It was as if she did not realize that it was the result of her own research, and also the main direction of her research institute.
Since she had given it to him, she knew what to do.
Matsudaira Yoshio did not stand on ceremony. He said "thank you" and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.
Jiang Zhong was not good at drinking, but she was even worse at rejecting others. She also drank a mouthful.
Although Matsudaira Yoshio had specially brought red wine over, he was not particular about it at all. Jiang Zhong was the same. The two of them began to drink with each other.
In the past few years, although Jiang Zhong rarely came to Sakura, every time she did, Matsudaira Yoshio would find time to drink and chat with her. Most of the time, they were on the yacht. Now that the yacht had been sold, it did not matter if they stayed in the laboratory.
Frankly speaking, in such an atmosphere, women often had more considerations than men. Jiang Zhong even had that "awareness". But all these years, her old friend had always been like this, so she had nothing more to say.
Jiang Zhong sat on the chair, and Matsudaira Yoshio sat on the laboratory floor. The two of them talked about the 'blood vessel' platform and LCRF. They talked about some technical aspects, but it was Matsudaira Yoshio who gave his comments.
"Life cultivation under the Chaos Mechanism … LCRF is going to throw money in this area again. They are completely dancing with others now. Those old men have already lost their basic judgment. They have the best resources, but they are being played in the palm of their hands! It's ridiculous that people are dying. "
Jiang Zhong drank a few mouthfuls of wine. Her pale cheeks were slightly red, and she felt like laughing. "It sounds really worth celebrating."
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed out loud. In the end, he asked her, "What about you? Aren't you interested in a sum of money?"
"Hmm?"
Matsudaira Yoshio glanced at the virtual workspace that had entered the low-light standby mode. "Your 'Distributed Ecosystem Network' is actually very compatible."
"No." Jiang Zhong's answer was resolute. "Never!"
"Then don't." Matsudaira Yoshio was even more straightforward.
Jiang Zhong was a little surprised. "That's it?"
"What else can you do? A considerable part of this research relies on your 'dissociation' ability. If you are not willing, there is nothing else to say … However, I know that you will refuse, but I still want to tell you because there is one thing that you should know."
"Ah?"
"With your Dissociation ability, theoretically speaking, you might have a substitute tool."
After drinking, Jiang Zhong's brain nerves were a bit sluggish. She did not react for a time. She just looked over in a daze.
Matsudaira Yoshio looked down from a high vantage point. He looked at her blankly looking up and laughed involuntarily. "Isolation is the enemy of research. But it's understandable. After all, you are not a person of the circle. You don't know what is the hottest thing in the inner world right now … That son of Luo Zhongheng is a treasure boy, but he is also a super troublemaker. The syntome he took out has already caused an earthquake in the field of extraordinary research. "
"Syntome?" Jiang Zhong's eyes widened.
"Yeah. It's the one that's working overtime in the factory."
Matsudaira Yoshio played it down. He was really just making small talk. "I'll give you a live recording later. You can study it and see if there are any similarities or differences between it and dissociation. You can also speculate and see if he will develop similar effects in the future … Other people might be able to do it too."
Jiang Zhong furrowed her brows. She thought hard for a few seconds. With great difficulty, she broke away from the complicated relationship between Mr. Mo and Luo Nan. She returned to the familiar level of research. She slowly nodded. "If that's the case, then it's actually a good thing."
"He's much more generous than you. Of course, he has the strength, but you don't … Speaking of which, Luo Nan is one of the thickest thighs in the world right now. He's even stronger than me. Haven't you considered cooperating with him to continue this project? "
"The thickest thighs?" Jiang Zhong was clearly a bit moved. "Does he have any research on the distributed ecological network?"
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed loudly. He laughed so hard that his voice was nearly hoarse. "See, this is what women are like!"
Jiang Zhong pursed her lips. She endured it for two seconds. Finally, she also laughed. Her instinctive curiosity surged.
"Have you seen Luo Nan? The last time I saw him, he was still a little kid. "
"Ah … I've seen him." Matsudaira Yoshio's smile faded a bit. "I've done some research."
"Huh?"
"The results of the research show that he doesn't look much like his parents. Luo Zhongheng is extremely intelligent. He radiates brilliance everywhere. After an unforeseen event, he becomes restrained and forbearing. Bo Qingwen is calm and rational. She's gentle and amiable normally … They don't look like each other. They really don't look like each other. "
"Then … Professor Luo?"
"Yes. He's most like Old Man Luo. Especially in the last few years. He's focused like a madman. He doesn't even recognize his own family."
"What crazy old man? Where's your manners?" Jiang Zhong was a bit dissatisfied. "You weren't like this before. Even the hot-blooded Matsudaira Yoshio has become a blabbermouth … You've changed a lot!"
"I'm talking about Old Man Luo. You're the one who said crazy old man."
"… I didn't!" Jiang Zhong was indeed a bit tipsy.
Matsudaira Yoshio continued to pour more wine for her. "Don't try to defend yourself. In the last few years, even Qingwen … Sis was thrown at by him. It was Luo Zhongheng who took the lead to shout."
"Ha. Only Yan Yongbo shouted it to his face!"
"That's right. That little brat thinks too highly of himself. His heart is only the size of a needle tip. He's supported by his sense of superiority. If he doesn't have it, he'll collapse … It's really unfortunate for him to be called one of the Four Most Beautiful Men in the Wilderness."
Jiang Zhong laughed so hard at this unfunny description that she slumped over the table.
"Four Most Beautiful Men! That's right. During the Annual Gala, Yan Yongbo always wanted to steal the limelight. In the end, Luo Yuan tripped him up. He thought it was Luo Zhongheng, and he brooded over it for almost a year! "
"Who asked Luo Zhongheng to be so smart at that time? Who else could he look for if not him?"
"But Luo Yuan is too cunning … No, no, he's a cool guy. Except for his' Senior Qingwen ', he doesn't recognize anyone. He doesn't recognize anyone!"
Jiang Zhong took the initiative to drink a mouthful of wine. She looked up at Matsudaira Yoshio's somewhat blurry face and giggled. "So what if he doesn't recognize me? I still slept with him … "
Matsudaira Yoshio raised his eyebrows and raised his glass in admiration. He had nothing else to say.
However, Jiang Zhong buried her face again. "So we've reached the age where we reminisce about the past."
"Not at all. It's just that some things are worth remembering."
"… Liar."
The glass of red wine was quickly emptied. Jiang Zhong's alcohol tolerance wasn't good, especially tonight. He slumped over the table and fell asleep.
Matsudaira Yoshio gently swirled the wine glass. A few drops of wine stuck to the side of the glass and swayed. His gaze was still fixed on Jiang Zhong. He quietly looked at his thin shoulders and messy hair … and the particularly dazzling strand of silvery white in between the hair.
He frowned and stretched out his hand. With a skillful move, he plucked out the strand of white hair from its root and twirled it between his fingers.
A few seconds later, the white hair seemed to have turned into a mercury-like liquid. It could no longer maintain its previous form and seeped into the skin of Matsudaira Yoshio's fingertips.
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