You are worth tens of billions before you come to the system?

Chapter 163 Trumpet King
At 10:30 in the evening, Su Jiayue came down to deliver supper. Seeing Lin Zitai's cheeks turning red, she reached out to touch her forehead to compare the temperature: "Boss, you seem to be sick?"

"No, I was just thinking about something, just take it easy."

Lin Zitai took a long breath, shook his head, forcibly interrupted his thoughts, picked up a piece of food and gave it to Zhou Hao.

I returned to my seat, closed my eyes and rested my mind, rested for ten minutes, and then consumed some high-calorie food. The symptoms of low-grade fever gradually disappeared, and my heart rate finally stabilized at 77.

The lowest limit has been increased by 6 points, but it is 2 points less than Zhou Hao. This should be due to his regular exercise.

Lin Zitai also discovered that after being highly concentrated, the body will particularly crave high-calorie foods. This can be seen from the detector that his blood sugar is a bit low.

"Wow~ It's really good~"

Su Jiayue opened her eyes wide and marveled. Suddenly she clapped her hands and a strange smile appeared on her face: "Boss, I think I've seen this situation before."

"Where?" Lin Zitai was confused.

"My dad had it. At that time, he seemed to have said it was kidney yin deficiency."

There was a hint of sympathy in Su Jiayue's eyes: "The manifestation of kidney yin deficiency is hotness, frequent urination, frequent urination, nightmares at night, etc."

Although she was sympathetic, she could not help but feel a sense of sadness in her heart. She was weak even though she hadn't even used it. She hurriedly reminded: "My dad said that Zhibai Dihuang Pill has miraculous effects, but it must be from Tongrentang."

Lin Zitai gritted his molar teeth and smiled softly: "Do you think you are very humorous?"

"Boss, I'm serious, I'm worried about you."

She was already familiar with Lin Zitai's character, so she immediately kept a safe distance of two meters after speaking, for fear of getting another slap in the face.

Lin Zitai couldn't help laughing, so he had to put down the arm he had just raised. Su Jiayue chuckled: "Am I smart?"

Lin Zitai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and sighed helplessly: "It's so late now, so go back and rest early if you have nothing to do."

"Are you going to stay up all night again tonight?"

"That's it."

"Then I'm going back, you have to take care of yourself."

Su Jiayue hesitated to speak, with helplessness on her face, because she knew that Lin Zitai had a very stubborn personality and that persuasion would be useless.

Through surveillance, Su Jiayue was seen leaving the laboratory.

Lin Zitai crossed his legs and continued to read "Neurons and the Brain". Neurons in the brain have always been very mysterious, just like the meridians in traditional Chinese medicine. They are also invisible and intangible, but they are real and can be used in clinical medicine. .

He suddenly had an idea and applied for a trumpet account, named King, which echoed the name Prince in the Western media.

One is a king and the other is a prince.

Lin Zitai spent one night integrating experimental data from monkeys to orangutans to Zhou Hao in recent months and wrote a paper of more than 6000 words.

"On the impact of increasing the number of neurons on biology."

Because Lin Zitai conducted experiments first and then wrote the paper.

The information is extremely real and describes in detail the impact on living things once the number of active neurons is increased.

Send them to the submission mailboxes of Nature, Science, and Cell respectively.

"Nature", "Science" and "Cell" are the three most authoritative institutions in the field of life sciences. Their status is equivalent to "The Lancet" in the medical field, "Fortune 500" in the business field, and "Forbes" in the entertainment field.

"Call it off and go home."

Lin Zitai hit the Enter key on the keyboard. Before leaving, he took another look at Zhou Hao and played a single-player game all night.

Yesterday, Chen Bohan got a credit report, and all the online credit cards that were overdue for several months were settled, and he asked Zhou Hao to make a phone call to his family to report that everything was safe.

Now he is carefree all day, eating and sleeping well. Even Lin Zitai is a little envious of his life, but who knows that he has a hard life and is not content with the status quo.

At 05:30 in the morning, Lin Zitai left the company, bought two breakfasts on the roadside, and returned to Ye Xiyang's residence under the first ray of sunshine in the morning.

At six o'clock in the morning, Ye Xiyue did not get up. Lin Zitai took a bath, quietly got into bed, and held her waist.

An orchid-like fragrance poured into the nose. It was not as strong as musk, nor as alluring as roses.

Ye Xiyue's eyelids twitched slightly. When she opened her eyes, she saw Lin Zitai with a naive smile on his face: "Good morning."

Her eyes gradually brightened, her skin was as clear as snow lotus, and her face always had the charm of an ignorant girl. If there were no major changes in her life, she would probably maintain this attitude until she was thirty, forty, or even 50 years old.

Lin Zitai couldn't help but kiss her: "Good morning, I bought you breakfast and put it on the table."

Ye Xiyue is very good-looking and attractive. She is worthy of being the girl she fell in love with just at one glance. She tried her best to create all kinds of chance encounters just to pursue her.

Ye Xiyue smiled and narrowed her eyes, casually put her arm on Lin Zitai's chest, stuck out her head and said back: mua~
"Good night."

Lin Zitai touched her cheek and fell asleep.

Ye Xiyue blinked her big eyes, full of obsession, and smiled like a silly aunt, enjoying the tenderness of this moment.

After an unknown amount of time, the alarm on her phone suddenly rang. She quickly turned it off and found that Lin Zitai had not been awakened.

He got up quietly and kissed Lin Zitai on the cheek again before leaving the bedroom: "Sweet dreams~"

.........At the same time, Stannie, the review editor of "Nature" magazine, had just finished a pleasant dinner with his family.

"Baby, go play outside, daddy has to work."

Stannie smiled, kissed his son's forehead, touched his little head, and went to the study to check the files in the mailbox.

"On the Feasibility of Genetic Warriors..."

"On Modifying Genes to Achieve Immortality..."

"On the Feasibility of Adding Human Genes to Insect Genes..."

Stannie frowned, suppressing his nausea, and browsed through papers on genetic technology one after another.

Since it was revealed that new slow-grain drugs can repair genes, there has been a global upsurge in genetic technology.

Since then, they have received papers about genes every day, like a heavy snowfall, one after another.

They were all conjectures and feasibility, with no actual data at all. It made him want to vomit.

The key thing is that they have to read it, they can't delete or ignore it, and they even have to think about the feasibility for the author of the paper.

Because China has taken a crucial step in genetic technology, the United States has a sense of crisis. Congress has specially approved 8000 million US dollars to assist various life science-related magazines.

Their salary has increased by 60% on average, and their work intensity has also increased exponentially. Even if it is an unreasonable paper, they must read it carefully and would rather kill the mistake than let it go.

"On the impact of increasing the number of neurons on biology, this topic is quite interesting."

Suddenly, Stannie's eyes lit up and he became nervous. It was not because of how good and novel the title of the paper was.

But with the gene craze in various countries around the world, he has not read papers other than genes for a long time.

"The number of neurons in cynomolgus monkeys increased by 1.12%, and they could barely use small tools such as scissors and tweezers."

"The number of chimpanzee neurons has increased by 1.55%, and perhaps the intellectual development will reach the level of a seven-year-old human child."

"The number of neurons in the human body increases by 0.57%. It may enter a low-grade fever state when focusing, but it does not affect health..."

Stannie's brows sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

He was almost certain that this paper must have been written by a newcomer, and the writing style and wording were very immature.

But the method of argumentation is very novel, and the ideas are wild and unconstrained, yet still reasonable.

He looks like a newcomer and an old man at the same time, very contradictory.

As late at night approached, Stannie read the entire paper. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to call the editor-in-chief and tell him: "Editor-in-chief, I sent a paper to your email. Take a look... Forget it, I'll go find you now." .”

After saying that, he hurriedly drove to the editor's home.

Noah was wearing pajamas, brewing two cups of coffee, and said with a bad look in his eyes: "Stanney, you'd better talk to me about something important."

"Editor-in-chief, please read this paper."

Stannie was not sure. His research direction was soybean genetic modification technology and he only had a vague understanding of biological neurology.

Noah took the information and saw the title and outline, with a look of disdain on his face. It was obviously the work of a newcomer.

"Editor-in-Chief, please read on patiently."

Noah endured the discomfort. When he saw the experimental data provided later, his eyes lit up and he hurried to the study.

After more than an hour, Stannie couldn't bear his temper and knocked gently on the door: "Editor-in-Chief, are you still there?"

The door to the study room opened as soon as it was pushed. Noah was lying on the table writing furiously. There were papers scattered on the table.

"Editor in chief?" Stannie approached and reminded, Noah's face was full of excitement: "Tell me, who wrote this?"

"Professor Edward? Impossible. He often publishes papers in our magazine. His writing style cannot be so immature."

Stannie pointed to the signature on the last page of the paper and said softly: "King, I checked just now. It seems to be a new person. I have never heard of it before."

Noah asked: "Where is his address? And his contact information?"

Stannie looked bitter and shook his head: "No, it's just a signature."

At first he thought it was a system error and swallowed up the address and contact information.But after checking for a long time, I found that there was indeed only a signature and email address, and nothing else.

Including the email address, he had just registered it, because Google’s system also reminded him that communicating with the other party was risky.

Noah frowned and pondered for a moment: "Contact the other party quickly and tell us that his paper has been accepted by us. Ask him to provide his contact information and payment method, and ask where he goes to school. If necessary, we can introduce him to Go to Harvard, Massachusetts and other top universities for further studies.”

Since the birth of life sciences, research projects on improving the brain have never stopped, and so far there have been no results.

The experimental plan proposed by King is very novel, and he is definitely an untapped biological and neurological genius.

If they can win over the other party to join the United States, Congress will definitely give them a large reward.

things like that,
It also happened in weekly magazines such as Science and Cell.

(End of this chapter)