Scientific research requires the collection of intelligence. As early as the 1950s, China established the Institute of Information Research of the Academy of Sciences, which was later renamed the Institute of Science and Technology Information. Other countries are also like this, setting up specialized institutions to closely monitor the science and technology of various countries around the world.
Literature, looking for information that can be used.
Zhou Qingfeng wrote a paper, uh..., copied a paper and published it in the school magazine. But he was very unsure. After all, scientific research requires traceable qualifications and traceable sources. As long as these things are investigated carefully, there will definitely be flaws.
Since he had no experience at all in this area, Zhou Qingfeng simply submitted the manuscript under the name of Xu Guoqiang. After submitting the manuscript and checking it carefully, he felt that his efforts were in vain. Scientific journals also pay attention to the quality. Who will read the school journal?
Ah? There are some messy things on it, and there are even poems written by some students without any reason.
How can this be called human kindness?
Just don’t send it to the school magazine, and other companies won’t accept it, right? Scientific research cannot be understood only by high intelligence and reading. Zhou Qingfeng read a bunch of papers, but no one told him how to publish this paper step by step.
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It dragged on like this for half a month. Zhou Qingfeng just read books, did some small experiments every day, and then racked his brains to think of where to get a lot of money. But early that morning, Howard, who was like an enemy, suddenly appeared here.
Laboratory in a dilapidated warehouse.
This guy came alone, but he didn't say a word. He glanced around the dilapidated warehouse with his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to discover some big secret. But this place is listed as a laboratory, so it might as well be called a laboratory.
It's a waste shelter.
Xu Guoqiang looks very busy when he gets up early and goes to bed late every day, but he can only pass the time by answering questions for Zhou Qingfeng and guiding his studies.
Yan Tao is extremely bored and spends his days wandering around a dilapidated warehouse, counting leaves on trees and ants on the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng's head is as big as a bucket, and his knowledge of biology covers too much. He used to think that as long as he had money, he could recruit a lot of subordinates to work, and he would be responsible for guiding the scientific research dogs to get the results. Don't mention money now.
If you want to guide others, you have to know how to do it yourself!
Except for Yan Tao's bride-to-be who would come to deliver meals, no one had cared about these poor three people for half a month. When Howard showed up today, even Yan Tao, who had always been keen on fame and fortune, was slow to react.
The leisurely life will destroy him.
Howard strode forward with a face like a tiger and a wolf, and eyes like an eagle. He entered the dilapidated warehouse and sniffed it with his nose, searching for anything suspicious like a hound. But this place is really ordinary..., tables, chairs, pharmacy tables
, and then there are a bunch of unfinished living facilities due to lack of money.
The ground was quite clean, but the mental state of the staff was not very good. Howard walked around the shabby warehouse, but no one paid attention to him. But the problem was that the amazing paper clearly stated the address here.
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After receiving a call from the United States in the early hours of the morning, Howard lost sleep immediately. He thought hard and couldn't figure out what happened? The idea of turning over was so weird that it wouldn't have happened without some special chance.
According to information provided by the Hopkins Medical Center, Howard went online and found reviews of Zhou Qingfeng's paper. Due to delays in the publication of scientific journals, the number of citations to the paper is uncertain, but in the information age, important
Things always become popular quickly.
Looking at the praise for Zhou Qingfeng's paper in various professional scientific forums, Howard quickly calculated a rough figure. This paper of just over 2,000 words will be ranked among other papers in the world's top journals within two months.
At least thirty citation figures.
This is a bit similar to likes. Someone else's paper is based on your paper, which is equivalent to a like. Being able to get thirty likes in a top journal is already a passing grade. But it's only been two months, two months.
It’s a conservative estimate! There will still be a long time to come.
Howard had to run to his laboratory in the middle of the night, looking for the original school journal, and also found the scientific research dog that had carried out the verification test according to his order. Only then did he discover..., "Because I ordered the verification, you are in your own paper
The results were quoted in and published on foreign biology forums, and the results were..."
God, are you kidding me?
Howard remembered a slang he encountered when he was learning Chinese, which was called 'shooting oneself in the foot'. He had never been able to understand it in the past, but today he completely understood it.
"How could it be such a coincidence? If I hadn't given it a task to find trouble, no one would have read this crappy journal, and no one would have cared about the papers published in it. Naturally, there would be no embarrassment now."
If he could, Howard would really look up to the sky and sigh, "How can I be so unlucky when I am born with Yu? Why am I so unlucky? I obviously wanted to dig a hole to cause trouble for my opponent, but in the end I did my opponent a big favor."
Not long after dawn, Howard, who was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, rushed to the Xu Guoqiang Biochemical Laboratory. He fully thought that he would see a modern laboratory, high-end instruments and equipment, busy scientific research dogs, and a high-spirited Xu Guoqiang.
It is in line with the scenario of a laboratory publishing international papers.
It turns out that this place is a deserted, quiet waste shelter. Shabby and simple are not enough to describe it. If we exclude Zhou Qingfeng who is in a daze while reading, the whole shabby warehouse is filled with a feeling of decadence and failure.
This place can write a paper that will amaze the world? It’s too exaggerated!
"How did you... do it?" Howard couldn't control the confusion in his heart. He found Yan Tao, who was wandering thousands of miles away, and whispered the question in his heart.
Yan Tao looked at Howard wandering around in the dilapidated warehouse, and it took him a long time to recognize him. At first, he thought that the other party might be looking for trouble with Xu Guoqiang, so he thought it would be better not to step forward and cause trouble. But he saw
The other party's eyes glanced here and there, but something felt wrong.
"Uh-huh..." Listening to the other party's probing tone, Yan Tao straightened his back subconsciously and coughed. As a person who is good at sneaking around, his intuition told him that the time to show off had arrived. But
The question is, what happened? He doesn’t know either!
Don't show your timidity! Steady..., steady...!
"Is this..., it's a very common thing." Yan Tao spoke perfunctorily while thinking in his mind. The foreigner asked, "How did we do it?" Could it be that some kind of change here caught his attention? But
The biggest change here is that... the warehouse has been tidied up. "We raised some funds and completed this matter."
But these words had a different meaning to Howard. He thought to himself: Very common? Not common at all! Do you think this is common for a paper that can be recognized by the international biological community? Humility, this is unique to the Chinese
Although they are modest, in fact they are proud!
Howard took a deep breath again and said, "You must have a hard time raising funds, right?"
Yan Tao thought to himself: Isn't this nonsense? If it hadn't been for Zhou Xiaozi's 80,000 yuan, there would still be garbage everywhere and cobwebs on the wall. And it hasn't been sorted out so far. "Yes, we still have funds.
Otherwise we can do better."
Oh..., Howard nodded and said: "I also hope you can achieve greater achievements. Do you need help? Your abilities have been recognized by everyone, and on behalf of the Hopkins Medical Center in the United States, I am willing to help.
Do you want some financial help? I just need you to transfer part of your rights."
What? Just repairing an entire dilapidated warehouse, can it still be recognized by foreigners? Yan Tao felt that this style of painting was wrong! But he still subconsciously asked: "How much funding can be given?"
"Fifty million... dollars."
Plop... Yan Tao's feet softened and he fell forward. He pulled Howard's shirt with both hands and pulled it all the way down. The shirt was not caught and slipped down, and finally he hugged Howard's thigh.
Yan Tao's eyes were stunned. He looked up at Howard's dandruff-covered head and asked, "Say it again, I didn't hear you clearly."