Cannon Fodder Is King

Arc 1.16

The invitation was sent by Chen Yinglong. He is going to marry Xu Jiaqing, and the wedding date will be at the end of this month.

This was a demonstration to Meng Zezhi, and it was a reminder for him.

Because according to the plot, after the wedding, Chen Yinglong, who thinks he has got his wish and is contented with self-consciousness, feels dispirited, and then he does not hesitate to take his frustrated predecessor onto the hospital rooftop.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Zhengqing walked over and saw the big characters "Bride Xu Jiaqing" on the invitation, and his hand hanging on his side tightened unconsciously.

"Nothing," Meng Zezhi said calmly: "The ex-wife remarried and sent me an invitation."

As he said, he threw the invitation card into the trash can at his feet.

Seeing this scene, Zhu Zhengqing's mood improved a lot.

Meng Zezhi pushed the stool on his right to him: "How is the preparation for the project?"

Zhu Zhengqing sat down and sighed slightly: "I don't have any clues for now."

He had already prepared a good project before, but it was based on the results of the previous research. Later, the research results were stolen, and the project planning book was also stolen. Although the research results were finally taken back at this moment, the project planning book has been circulated, and it is difficult to guarantee that the people behind the scenes will not research it in advance, and they will really lose their wife and break down.

So just in case, Zhu Zhengqing can only make other plans.

It's just that the project can be prepared so easily.

The scale of the laboratory is limited, and large projects cannot be done. It is enough to do a moderate project once. If you do it again, you will be a bit sorry for the favorable conditions given by Beijing University in order to bring him back from Harvard.

"That's it," Meng Zezhi thought for a while, and said, "Or, when I get the specific medicine out, how about you and me developing an AIDS vaccine together?"

Regarding this, Meng Zezhi was not on a whim. Although the so-called development of special drugs was just a gourd drawing, it gave him a lot of inspiration. As early as last month, he had this idea.

Anyway, the special medicine is about to be made by him, so it's better to develop a vaccine to add to the cake.

"Vaccine?" Zhu Zhengqing's eyes lit up, obviously a little moved.

"If you join, I am 60% sure that the vaccine will be researched out." Meng Zezhi gave a conservative number.

"Good." Zhu Zhengqing agreed without hesitation.

He chose to believe in Meng Zezhi.

"That's OK." Meng Zezhi smiled: "I will send you a copy of the collated relevant materials in two days."

"Yeah." Zhu Zhengqing nodded.

Before Meng Zezhi could deal with the ten reviewers, he fell ill.

This time it was not a cough, blood in the stool, or nausea, but an unexplained persistent fever.

His condition deteriorated again.

Meng Ze knows that this picture is obviously not suitable for staying in the laboratory anymore.

Fortunately, there is still Zhu Zhengqing.

Meng Zezhi was pale with a towel on his forehead, and said helplessly, "The next thing will trouble you."