It has just fallen into the night in Sakai City, and the hustle and bustle has not yet subsided. The exchange in Pingmao District has stopped trading early. However, large-scale trading companies, public relations companies, as well as research institutes, design institutes and other white-collar-intensive places still adhere to their usual practices.
It is a tradition to work overtime. No matter what happens, you should make a gesture first before talking about it.
Of course, the evening drinking party must have been arranged, and the night cruise on Beishan Lake is a very popular way of socializing recently.
Take a boat, drink, go to the other side, and then take the subway and bus home. It really makes the most of your time.
The entire Pingmao Market was filled with an atmosphere of excitement and restlessness.
But all of this has nothing to do with Ezuka.
Wearing the white clothes of the institute, she sat in front of the workbench, sorting out the records of today's experiments and combining them with the massive experimental records of the past for analysis and verification.
This is a study that has been going on for twenty-seven years.
The project was established in 2070, she participated as an assistant in 1975, and officially took over in 1981. Then she was busy and busy, and her best youth, most beautiful years, and most ups and downs of life were all integrated into it and could never be separated.
Now she is over 40 years old. For most contemporary researchers, it is about the time when they make achievements, and she did have some achievements. But in this main project, although there are occasional ups and downs, overall she is still the most successful person.
The smooth line when I took over did not see any ups and downs.
At least, according to the standards of experimental design, this is true.
Ezuka is not impatient. Even if she has ever had such emotions, she has already tempered them over the past twenty years. Sometimes she even thinks that maybe she will continue this kind of research until she is a hundred years old, and then retire and hand it over to others.
Your own children, students, let them continue...
If such a day comes, life can be considered happy, right?
As other news from the institute gradually died down, Ezuka didn't notice it and just focused on the work in front of her. In the past two days, her workload on the project has increased somewhat - she needs to prepare for Mr. Mo in a few days.
The tissue samples of the rotten-mouthed ape that were promised were added, and some pre-design was carried out, especially leaving a "warning line".
Even though there have been nearly tens of millions of iterations, each time a tissue sample of a strong mutant is added, there will be a violent reaction to the already "unstable" mutant gene network ecology.
This is the moment when the abilities of the experimenters are tested.
"Ding!"
The sound of glassware hitting each other rang in my ears.
Ezuka was really completely unprepared. He trembled with shock and turned around in panic. He saw the red wine bottle and glass first, and then the thin face of Yoshio Matsudaira.
I haven't seen him for a while, and he seems to be getting more and more unkempt, with an unkempt beard and a baggy suit. When you see him on the street, you would suddenly think that he was a former employee who was kicked out of some company.
Of course, anyone with some experience would never look down upon this man's cold and firm eyes.
Ezuka was a little surprised. Although he was a big boss, he rarely appeared in the research institute, let alone like this.
"What are you..."
"Drink some red wine, soften your blood vessels, and celebrate by the way."
Matsudaira Yoshio ignored Ezuka's mid-process experimental design interface and directly placed the wine bottle in the projection work area. It was a very rude behavior, and it was natural for him to do it.
"You're still using this statement!" Ezuka knew the temper of the other person, and he probably wouldn't be able to get anything done tonight, so he lowered his head and smiled, "It's hard to imagine that you once drank Amway sake when you saw someone... why are you celebrating?
?”
Matsudaira Yoshio casually uncorked the bottle and poured some into the two tall glasses: "Celebrating the reversal of the 'Vascular' platform, hundreds of research institutes in the Pingmao Market lost their subsidies and died immediately for thousands of projects... And we
Not among them."
As soon as Ezuka got the cup, he was slightly startled: "Is the negotiation over?"
"It's just an announcement, lcrf is like this."
Yoshio Matsudaira shook the cup with a smile, like a veteran, but his eyes did not stay on the wine or the cup wall, but focused on Ezuka: "Since a large number of people died, the popularity of the surviving projects will naturally increase."
'Technology prices have risen again."
"Congratulations."
Ezuka thought she understood, but she just smiled calmly and raised her glass to signal Matsudaira Yoshio. She seemed completely unaware that it was her own research result and also her current main direction at the research institute.
Now that it's been given out, she can pick it up.
Matsudaira Yoshio was not polite, said "thank you" and drank the wine in one gulp.
Ezuka was not very good at drinking, but he was even less good at rejecting others, so he also took a sip along with him.
Although Matsudaira Yoshio specially brought red wine, he was actually not particular about it at all, and the same was true for Ezuka. The two of them started drinking together.
In the past few years, although Ezuka spent very little time in Sakai City, every time he came, Matsudaira Yoshio would find time to have a drink and chat with her, most of the time on the yacht. The yacht is now sold.
Yes, it's not bad in the laboratory.
Frankly speaking, in this kind of atmosphere, women tend to think more than men. Ezuka even has a sense of "enlightenment", but over the years, her old friend has always been like this, and she has nothing to say.
Ezuka sat on the chair and Matsudaira Yoshio sat in the laboratory. The two talked about some technical matters starting from the "vascular" platform and lcrf. It was Matsudaira Yoshio who made the most comments:
"Cultivation of life under the chaotic mechanism... lcrf is going to spend money on this again. They are completely dancing with others now. Those old men have lost their basic judgment and only have the top resources, but they are being manipulated.
Come on! It’s so ridiculous that people are about to die.”
Ezuka took a few sips of wine, his pale cheeks turned slightly red, and he still wanted to laugh: "Sounds like it's really worth celebrating."
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed loudly, but finally asked her: "What about you, you are not interested in asking for a sum of funds?"
"Um?"
Matsudaira Yoshio glanced at the virtual workspace that entered low-light standby mode: "Your 'distributed ecological network' is actually very suitable."
"No." Ezuka replied resolutely, "Never!"
"Then no." Matsudaira Yoshio said simply.
Ezuka was a little surprised: "That's it?"
"What else can you do? A large part of this research relies on your 'dissociation' ability. If you don't want to, what else can you say... However, I know you will refuse, but I still want to tell you because there is something
Something you should know."
"ah?"
"Your 'dissociation' ability may theoretically have an alternative tool."
After Ezuka drank, his brain was somewhat sluggish. He didn't react for a while and just looked at it blankly.
Matsudaira Yoshio was condescending and looked at her dumbly raising her head, and laughed dumbly: "Occlusion is the enemy of research. But it is excusable. After all, you are not from the circle. You don't know what is most popular in the world right now...
…Luo Zhongheng’s son is both a treasure boy and a super troublemaker. The slicing instrument he brought out has now shaken the field of extraordinary research.”
"Divider?" Ezuka opened his eyes wide.
"Yes, he's the one in the factory who's rushing to work."
Matsudaira Yoshio said it in an understatement, really just chatting: "I will give you a live video later. You can study it to see what the similarities and differences are with 'dissociation', and also estimate it to see if he will develop something similar in the future.
The effect...maybe it can be used by other people as well."
Ezuka frowned and thought hard for a few seconds. He finally broke away from the complicated relationship between "Mr. Mo" and "Ronan" and returned to the familiar research level. He nodded slowly: "In this case, it is a good thing."
"He is much more generous than you. Of course, he has this strength, but you don't... Speaking of which, Ronan has one of the thickest thighs in the world now, stronger than me, so you haven't considered going with him.
Cooperate and continue this project?"
"The thickest thigh?" Ezuka was obviously moved, "Has he done any research on distributed ecological networks?"
Matsudaira Yoshio laughed so loudly that he almost lost his voice: "Look, this is a woman!"
Ezuka pursed his lips and held back for two seconds before finally laughing too, his instinctive curiosity welling up:
"Have you met Ronan? The last time I saw him, he was still little."
"Ah... I have seen it before." Matsudaira Yoshio's smile faded slightly, "I have also done research on it."
"Why?"
"The research results show that he is not very similar to his parents. Luo Zhongheng is extremely smart and radiant, but he is restrained and tolerant after the accident; Bu Qingwen is calm and rational, and usually gentle and amiable... It's not like that, it's really not like that."
"Then...Professor Luo?"
"Yes, he is most like Old Man Luo. Especially in the later years, he was obsessed with madness and refused to recognize any of his relatives."
"Why are you so polite, crazy old man?" Ezuka was a little dissatisfied, "You were not like this before. The hot-blooded man Matsudaira Yoshio has also become arrogant... What a big change!"
"I mean 'Old Man Luo', 'Crazy Old Man' is what you said."
"...I didn't!" Ezuka was indeed a little tipsy.
Matsudaira Yoshio continued to add wine to her: "Don't excuse me. In the last few years, even Qingwen... sister, he threw the pen holder. At that time, it was Luo Zhongheng who took the lead in shouting."
"Ha, then only Yan Yongbo shouted it out to his face!"
"Yes, that little brat is conceited and has a mind as big as the tip of a needle. He relies on his sense of superiority to support him. Otherwise, his whole person will collapse... It is really unfortunate that he and he are also called the four beauties in the wilderness."
Ezuka laughed so much that he fell down on the table because of this expression which was not funny at all.
"Four beauties! That's right, when you had a show at the annual meeting, Yan Yongbo kept trying to steal the show, but Luo Yuan tripped and fell over. He thought it was Luo Zhongheng, and he has been grudges for almost a year!"
"Who let Luo Zhongheng show off his intelligence at that time? Who else would you look for if not him?"
"But Luo Yuan is too shady... No, no, that's a cool guy. He doesn't recognize anyone except his 'Sister Qingwen'!"
Ezuka took the initiative to take a sip of wine, looked up at Matsudaira Yoshio's somewhat blurry face, and chuckled: "So what if I don't recognize him? I still slept with him..."
Matsudaira Yoshio raised his eyebrows and raised his glass in praise, without saying anything else.
However, Ezuka buried his face again: "It turns out that we have reached the age of recalling the past."
"No, it's just that there are some things worth remembering."
"...Liar."
The glass of red wine was gone quickly. Ezuka was not a good drinker, especially tonight, and fell asleep on the table.
Matsudaira Yoshio gently turned the wine glass, and a few drops of residual drippings clung to the wall of the glass. His eyes still stayed at Ezuka, quietly looking at the thin shoulders and messy hair... still
There is a particularly dazzling hint of silver in the middle of the hair.
He frowned, stretched out his hand, and with skillful movements, pulled out the white hair by the roots and twisted it between his fingers.
A few seconds later, the white hair seemed to turn into a mercury-like liquid, unable to maintain its previous form, and instead penetrated into the skin of Matsudaira Yoshio's fingertips.