dkrc Chapter 315 Look At Lao Zhao
Chapter 315 Look At Lao Zhao
His original points were 77,980 points and his ranking was 5,680.
The points have not increased in the past few days, and some people have continued to overtake them, and the ranking has slowly dropped to 6100.
But now, soaring into the sky!
[Your work result "Crater Explosives" has been initially accepted and has been awarded 80,000 points! 】
The total points are more than doubled, reaching 157980 points!
The selected ranking also jumped to 3370, successfully entering the upper reaches!
Song He looked at the ranking data, his heart was surging, and his body was fixed on the seat and did not move for a long time.
At this point, I can definitely pass the selection, and I have officially joined the Moon City Project!
The largest lunar construction plan in human history, a great undertaking where scientists from all fields gather together, it is an honor to be a part of it!
The next final choice is just to arrange the direction of scientific research. Anyway, I know many fields and can be useful wherever I go, so there is no need to worry.
But the only regret is that I haven't broken through 200,000 points yet, so I can't qualify as the leader of the second-level project.
There are still 42020 points left. I estimate that I can get promoted by doing another medium-sized project.
But what to do?
Song He was just about to check out any attractive courses and tasks when his phone vibrated again, this time with news from Professor Ma.
Professor Ma: "Are you free tomorrow?"
Song He: "Yes! Just got some free time!"
Professor Ma: "The flight will be at six o'clock tomorrow morning. The ticket will be sent to you later. I will take you to meet Lao Zhao."
Song He: "Okay!"
Professor Ma: "Bring some thick clothes, it's snowing in the northeast."
Song He: "Understood!"
After delaying for so long, I finally got to see Lao Zhao.
Song He still remembers his previous promise to help people to the end, to see if there are any other problems with Lao Zhao's body, and to carry out targeted research and development. It can not only relieve Lao Zhao's pain, but also provide Chenghuang Company with new products, killing two birds with one stone.
He turned on the computer and began to read biomedical papers to accumulate knowledge and reserve ammunition before the battle.
After scratching for a long time, Song He looked sad.
"Has the world's medicine stagnated? Why has there been no major breakthrough after so many years?"
Song He was shocked. He looked at the papers from ten years ago and then looked at the current papers. A large number of medical papers were turned over in various fields, and there were very few results that could be called breakthroughs.
There are even some perverse papers. Song He saw the thorough research on opioids on the other side of the ocean, and the differences in the addictiveness of different types of neurotropic agents, and the possibility of one drug addiction turning into another... …Relevant papers are literally being sprayed out in baskets after baskets.
"Damn it, what the hell are you studying?" Song He couldn't help complaining, "With this method, humans can live forever in just a few years?"
For a long time, he sighed.
"It doesn't matter, I will take action!"
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Five o'clock in the morning.
There was a moderate sandstorm last night, and the streets were covered with yellow sand. The entire Ruoqiang base looked like a newly excavated ruins.
On the roadside, a group of soldiers wearing military coats waved big brooms and swept the sand into small dunes.
Under the light of the street lamp, every time the broom was swung, a puff of smoke and dust was raised, which was elegant and unrestrained. From a distance, it looked like the gorgeous special effects of the moves in the game, but it was actually a bit cool.
Song He left the cafeteria wrapped in a dark down jacket, holding a cup of gruel in his hand, chewing on the straw and squeaking.
I found the bus stop sign from the roadside, stopped silently, and waited alone.
A few minutes later, a bus with bright headlights drove over the yellow sand. The window frames were covered with a layer of sand and dust, and the roof of the bus was also covered with dust. It had an apocalyptic wasteland feel.
"Master, are you going to the airport?" Song He asked.
"You can go if you want. It's just you, and I'll be your full-time driver." The driver smiled.
Song He got in the car, and sure enough, he was alone in the car. It was probably too early, and most of the people in Ruoqiang Base were still asleep from exhaustion.
Enjoyed a special car treatment and arrived at the airport smoothly.
Unlike the deserted Ruoqiang base, the airport is extremely busy.
Song He took the ticket and went through the security check. He stood at the floor-to-ceiling window of the terminal building and went to the airport to look. Two dark military transport planes had just arrived, and at least one company of soldiers was busy unloading supplies.
Chinese cabbage, radish, rapeseed, and tomatoes packed in small carts, melons, pears, and peaches packed in transparent plastic boxes, rice, noodles, grains, and oils packed in bags, and finally the freezer.
Dozens of mobile freezers were placed in the transport plane. The soldiers opened the freezers one by one to check. Inside were fans of pork chops, frozen chickens and ducks with their hair removed, whole skinned muttons, frozen fish as huge as cannonballs, and some living things. The shrimps and crabs were flapping back and forth in the water tank.
Song He knew that the food in the cafeteria was flown in from other provinces every day, but looking at the mountains of food, he still couldn't help but sigh, how much manpower and material resources were needed to feed the entire base!
Finally, a civil airliner landed and slowly approached the covered bridge.
Song He showed his ticket and boarded the plane.
His seat was in the first class cabin. As soon as he entered, he was slightly startled.
There are only four seats in the entire first class cabin, which is very spacious. Only one seat is occupied at the moment.
An elegant beauty, her tight-fitting white sweater outlines the full curves of her chest, and the lines of her dark trousers stretch out her slender and shapely legs. Her figure is so good that people can't take their eyes away!
She just has a good figure, and her face is flawless. Her skin is as white as porcelain, and has a texture as soft as cooked shrimp. Her eyebrows are green and her facial features are exquisite, and her water-cut eyes are quietly reading a book.
Her hair is slightly messy, but charmingly smooth.
Hearing the footsteps, the beauty looked up and her eyes suddenly lit up, "Song...Song He, right?"
"Yes!" Song He nodded and bowed, "Hello, Teacher Xiang!"
Xiang Xiaotong smiled and nodded, without saying anything more, and continued to read the thick book on his lap.
Song He sat down with his heart pounding. He didn't know whether he was nervous about meeting an academic leader, or he was nervous about meeting a beautiful woman, or a combination of both.