Chapter 663: Diffusion (Asking for a Monthly Pass)

As a "practical technology for learning", PcR is special and commonplace.

Just like people's evaluation of the Nobel Prize, every year's Nobel Prize will leave regrets, there are many people and technologies that should be selected and failed, but every Nobel Prize winner deserves to be awarded.

PcR is one of the fastest Nobel Prize winning technologies, which also shows that its development is extremely fast.

In fact, quadrupling and tripling is a piece of cake for the development of PcR.

And the reason why it has been able to develop so fast is not only related to its ease of use, but also related to the era in which it lives.

In the Human Genome Project, PcR is too useful.

In the face of the last super-scientific program of the 20th century, how can it be that the most useful technology is not awarded the Nobel Prize?

How could Dalbeko, the last advocate of the 20th century's super-science program, not be ecstatic when he saw PcR.

If the original PcR is still like being separated by a layer of gauze, the first version of PcR improved by Yang Rui is simply like a beacon.

"Why didn't anyone tell me about this earlier. Darbeko couldn't hold back and rushed out of the lab shouting.

He has always had this habit, and he has been a precursor to graduate students and teaching assistants.

It was getting late, but Nathan was still experimenting, and casually asked, "What is it?"

"PcR, what Yang Rui published at the International Congress of Genetics, has no one read it? No one!" Darbeko was furious: "Why hasn't anyone read such an important thing?"

The students in the lab were silent, and then stared at Nathan as if he were an animal trainer.

Nathan was a salaried researcher, and he really didn't care about Darbeko's anger, and said calmly: "The International Genetic Congress you are talking about is the International Genetic Congress more than a month ago. ”

"The latest, of course. ”

"It's not surprising that no one has read the article at the International Genetic Congress more than a month ago. Nathan looked up at Darbeko like a vexatious child.

But Darbeko obeyed such a look, patted his forehead helplessly, and said: "I said a long time ago, we should keep track of the world's latest research ......"

"We're tracking the latest research in the world, Dr. Dalbeko, and we're just not tracking down the International Congress of Genetics two months ago. Nathan said, "We'll make up for it." ”

"You guys should make up for it quickly, especially looking at Yang's presentation, where he made a good design for the use of PcR, which is something that you can't see by just looking at the paper. Darbeko said as he threw out a stack of copy paper in his hand and ordered more copies.

The next day, Darbeko's laboratory had a copy of Yang Rui's speech.

His laboratory has specialized in genes in the past two years, and even ordinary graduate students have a lot of their own ideas and understandings.

This is also one of the benefits of a top-tier laboratory, where you have access to the world's most cutting-edge research and technological advances, and you have teachers urging you to do so.

In the outside laboratory, whether or not you can access the world's top research and technology depends on luck, and the teacher himself may not know what he is doing.

In less than two days, everyone in the Dalbeko laboratory knew about Yang Rui's work, and the whole laboratory became happier.

They were like an infantry unit, fighting hard against the cavalry, and they were advancing little by little in a step-by-step approach, and all of a sudden, someone offered them a weapon called a "machine gun".

Of course, with Darbeko's mind, even if there is no such "machine gun", he will build a cannon to winβ€”as long as Congress or international organizations are willing to continue to pay for itβ€”but with cheap and easy machine guns, Darbeko is naturally happier.

"We need to order a batch of Yang's PcR machines as soon as possible, so that the students can get familiar with them quickly. At the weekend meeting, Darbeko couldn't wait to announce the order, which meant that tens of thousands of dollars in funding were in ashes again.

"How about ordering one first?" The deputy director of the lab is an administrative staff member who wants to control spending.

"Ten units at least, otherwise it would be a waste of time. Nathan, you explain it to Johnny. ”

Nathan coughed and said, "In terms of our goal, we need at least 30 or more PcRs to meet the demand at this stage, and if we look at the goal of the first batch, 10 units is the least." ”

Johnny, the deputy director of the laboratory, didn't buy it at all: "As long as Nathan has experimental instruments, he doesn't care how much it costs, buying 10 identical instruments at a time, our budget will be scolded again." ”

"Then buy five units first, well, I'm going to call Yang Rui at night, and I'll ask him to arrange the delivery as soon as possible, the next agenda." Darbeko was the person in charge of the laboratory, and the purchase was finalized in one sentence, and Johnny could only say that he did his best.

Nathan looked at Darbeko a little strangely.

Despite being an experimentacuum, Darbeko rarely works from home, and he doesn't usually schedule this kind of thing to do in the evening.

However, the reason why Dalbeko called at night, Nathan understood it when he thought about it.

Because of the time difference.

It would be rude to call in the afternoon and in the evening, which is obviously impolite – of course, His Excellency Darbeko usually doesn't care about politeness, unless he really values it.

At the end of the meeting, Nathan couldn't help but ask Darbeko, "Is it that good? I mean PcR." ”

Darbeko smiled meaningfully: "When you understand it, you can set up your own laboratory." ”

Nathan was surprised, looking at Darbeko's back as he walked away, and suddenly exclaimed, "I can set up my own lab now." ”

"But it won't work out until you find the ingredients for success. Darbeko stunned Nathan with a bowl of thick chicken soup and went back to his lab with a smile on his face.

At 9 o'clock in the evening, Darbeko calculated the time difference and wrote the outline of the chat on a piece of paper before starting to call Yang Rui.

He had so many questions to ask that would largely determine his research, and whenever this happened, Darbeko would write an outline by hand before calling.

The phone beeped.

Dalbeko listened to the voices inside, and was ready to accept Yang Rui's panic, or bow down.

As a Nobel laureate, he encounters such treatment almost every day.

After a long time, the phone was connected.

β€œγ€‚ Darbeko greeted and prepared to sign up.

On the other end of the phone, English came: "Please wait, it's being transferred......"

Darbeko was stunned for a moment and continued to wait.

Half a minute later, the phone rang again.

Darbeko regained his luck and said, ". ”

"Please wait, in the process of transferring......"

Half a minute later, the phone rang again.

Darbeko coughed lightly and said again, "?"

"Ah...... Wait a minute, I'll turn you around. "This time, the opposite side is simply Chinese.

Darbeko looked blankly at the phone: Am I calling the Stone Age?