"hello?" Dabeco spoke mechanically. Anyway, the opposite side was in similar Chinese, and then he continued to wait.

Dalbeco now regrets his choice to call at night. During this period, his assistant has gone back to rest, and he can't even sit and wait for the phone to dial.

"hello?" The English was unexpectedly heard from the opposite side: "Who are you?"

"Are you Yang Rui?" Dalbeco's voice trembled.

"It's me, who are you?" Yang Rui can now receive calls from foreigners from time to time. Therefore, he will not panic when he hears hello or worship him like an ordinary operator.

Dalbeco had long since hoped to hear Yang Rui panic or worship him. He wanted to hear Yang Rui's voice now.

Even, he even had an unspeakable worship to Yang Rui, just like, in the Stone Age, you saw someone making a steam engine with dinosaur corpses.

Dalbeco took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Yang Rui, I am Dalbeco, an American..."

"Dalbeco, the Nobel Prize?" Yang Rui's voice finally brought a sense of surprise.

Dalbeco was so happy that he was almost crying. It was so difficult to make such a call. He happily used a rare method of self-reporting home, saying: "Yes, I am Dalbeco who won the Nobel Prize. Are you Mr. Yang? The author of PCR?"

He would be happy to know that Yang Rui knew that he would admit that he was the author of PCR.

It's true.

Yang Rui's voice came over briskly: "Yes, I am Yang Rui, the author of PCR...Hello Mr. Dalbeco..."

Dalbeco's eyes were filled with a smile and he narrowed his eyes with pleasure.

After hard work, the food you eat will be sweeter. After waiting for a long time, the worship you get will be sweeter.

Dalbeco didn't want to eat all Yang Rui's worship and panic, so he smiled and said with a smile: "I have received your letter, and I have received several letters. I have to say that your research work is very effective and predictable. My colleagues and I agree that your work has more than imagined significance. Perhaps it is the most valuable biological technology innovation in the past two years. In addition, your speech is also very good. I have to say that this is one of the most interesting speeches I have ever seen. It is very, how to say it, you give real imagination space and have strong guidance..."

After finishing the praises in front, Dalbeco took a breath and was about to say "but (but)". Suddenly, a "beep" sound came from the microphone.

Dalbeco was stunned for a moment.

"hello?" Dalbeco shouted tentatively, and the beeping sound in the microphone stopped.

"Sorry, sir, the line to Hedong Province has been broken. We will transfer it to you soon, please wait." The less proficient English eliminated Dalbeco's last fantasy.

The line was broken...Dalbeco suddenly realized something, reconnecting, would he have to go to the nightmarish Stone Age again?

This idea made Dalbeco want to hang up the phone immediately.

However, another idea prevented Dalbeco. If he didn't call again, would Yang Rui think that he was complimenting him?

Dalbeco recalled what he had just said, and looked down at the outline.

Yes, if "but" is not added, what he said just now will indeed become a compliment to Yang Rui.

It can even be said to be worshipped.

Dalbeco held the microphone in tears and waited for the Stone Age to reconnect.

The Nobel Prize winner cannot afford to be injured.

Dalbeco did not want to wake up tomorrow, but saw the newspaper's title read "Dalbeco quenched against young Chinese scientists."

Therefore, you must call again.

Even if he had to hello many times... Dalbeco opened the hands-free button with tears in his eyes and launched an attack on the Stone Age again.

Yang Rui put down the phone with a funny look on his face. He guessed that it must be that Telecom exposed his poor line level.

However, the representatives of Jelikon sitting opposite Yang Rui, especially gentlemen from the UK, didn't know.

This time, those who returned to West Fort Town were Wells, Yang Rui's old friend, the chubby Franke. They all came to solve the problem of West Fort Factory. At this time, they all looked at Yang Rui with shock.

Since Yang Rui asked "Dalbeco, the Nobel Prize?", the room was quiet. The key is that the Chinese-style earpieces from the 1980s were still loud, as if they were specially used by veteran cadres without hearing aids.

Therefore, everyone heard Dalbeco's words.

In other words, it was his compliment to Yang Rui.

Or, it’s worshipping?

No one is sure.

In 1984, Dalbeco was still very famous, and the reason why Yang Rui sent him a letter was somewhat affected.

As the promoter of the Human Genome Project, Dalbeco has appeared frequently in the media in recent years and has participated in major debates between governments and civil organizations many times, so that he has frequently refreshed his image on national TV networks.

Ordinary people may have a weaker impression of Dalbeco, but Jelikon's representatives are insiders in the biological industry. How could they not know about this active Nobel Prize winner?

Speaking of which, although there are Nobel Prizes every year, there are not many people active in the industry.

Nobel Prize winners over the age of sixty or seventy cannot be active. Even if they win the Nobel Prize at the age of 50, they are only active for more than ten years.

By this calculation, as long as one year, the Nobel Prize in Biology will be awarded to a 70-year-old man, and there will probably be one less active Nobel Prize winner at that time.

It was also because Dalbeco was young when he won the award that he could slowly open the curtain of the human genome project after about ten years of brewing.

Now, is such a top scholar in the biological industry who specially called Yang Rui to show his respect?

"I feel that the last time I went to China was not long ago, but...what happened?" Frank's voice was low, as if he was afraid of disturbing Yang Rui.

Yang Rui naturally did not explain and smiled and said, "Mr. Dalbeco and I have had several correspondences and introduced me to him about my work."

What he said so briefly was incredible, and Franky whispered: "You are the modesty of the Chinese, right?"

"Where is the humility of Chinese people?" Yang Rui smiled and waved his hand, saying, "I'm just telling the truth. Let's go, let's go to the conference room and sit, I'm in a mess."

He speculated that Dalbeco might call again, so he sent everyone away.

Franke, Wells, and two other British people in the delegation, all looked at Yang Rui silently for a while with the expression of watching the fox fairy, and then went to the conference room as they said.

Li Zhangzhen was clearly listening, looking at Yang Rui in a truly admirable way, and said, "I didn't expect that Jielikang mobilized many troops to sue him, and scared you away with just one phone call. You have the style of Zhuge Liang."

Yang Rui also said seriously and modestly: "It's all the credit of telecommunications."
Chapter completed!