mesbooks Chapter 220 The Expert Lab
Chapter 220 The Expert Lab
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South China Sea, a romantic hotel.
An ambiguous pinkish-purple light spread from the head of the bed to the carpet, and the glass mirror on the wall reflected the messy sheets.
The ear-piercing sound continued intermittently for about fifteen minutes before finally falling silent.
"Click".
The sound of a lighter rang out.
Zou Jun frowned and turned his head to look at the woman beside him:
"I don't like the smell of smoke."
Angie paused for a moment, the cigarette dangling from her lips, then smiled and stubbed it out on the bedside table.
"Okay, okay, I won't smoke anymore. Who told you to act so tough? You almost killed me."
Zou Jun subconsciously touched the pendant around his neck.
It was an exquisite ram's head, with an inverted five-pointed star symbol embedded between the ram's horns.
The craftsmanship is exquisite, carrying an inexplicable religious connotation.
I'm so amazing, all thanks to this thing.
He turned to look at Angie.
She is indeed beautiful, with a touch of star quality in her eyes and brows.
Back in high school, she was Zou Jun's goddess.
Back then, Zou Jun was the top student in the class, and she was the school's goddess.
Zou Jun really liked her, but... she preferred to mingle.
Girls who drop out of high school and go with delinquents rarely have a good ending.
She was no exception; she got divorced three times.
And what about Zou Jun?
He went to the United States after graduating from high school and studied all the way up to a master's degree, majoring in bacteriology.
At least in his own eyes, he was living a life of great success.
Of course, he also had some other adventures... such as the pendant on his chest.
People with low self-esteem often go to the other extreme after achieving success—arrogance.
Like a spring that has been compressed for too long, it suddenly springs up, determined to bounce into the sky before it will stop.
In other words, he's become incredibly arrogant.
During his years in the United States, Zou Jun could never forget An Qi.
It has nothing to do with love.
It's an obsession.
Tell me, how many men wouldn't want their former crush to see what they've become when they've achieved success and fame?
Zou Jun not only let An Qi see him, but also took her to bed.
Angie nestled against his chest, her face full of sweetness, and traced circles on his chest with her fingers:
"Are you planning to stay in the South China Sea? I'll go home, pack my things, and live with you."
Zou Jun's lips twitched slightly, and he let out a very soft sneer.
"South China Sea?"
He gazed at the ambiguous mirror on the ceiling, his tone as indifferent as if he were discussing something trivial:
"There is nowhere in the entire Xia Kingdom to welcome such a great Buddha as me."
He shook his head, a playful glint in his eyes:
"Xia Kingdom... is too barren."
Angie looked up, her eyes filled with admiration:
"You're really amazing."
She just loves to be wild.
I liked to be wild in high school, so I went with that hoodlum.
After the divorce, I had two relationships, both with people who were cool and arrogant.
That's right, she always feels unlucky, and that the men she likes are all jerks.
Her fingers hooked around the pendant on Zou Jun's neck, casually.
Zou Jun's eyes widened suddenly.
He slapped Angie's hand away, the force so strong that her wrist immediately turned red.
"You can't touch this."
He lowered his head and carefully wiped the ram's head pendant, as if Angie's fingers had something dirty on them that would taint his most cherished relic.
Angie didn't understand.
If she had read more books, she would know that this symbol represents Satan in some religious beliefs.
The man lying next to her was a follower of Satan.
"Okay, okay, I won't touch it."
Angie sat up and tidied her disheveled hair:
"When are you going to take me to the United States? I've never been abroad before."
Zou Jun frowned:
"When did I say I was taking you to the United States?"
Angie paused for a moment:
"What...do you mean?"
Zou Jun rolled out of bed, took out a few banknotes, and threw them on the bed.
"Take a taxi home yourself."
I booked a flight for the afternoon.
Angie's face instantly contorted:
"Zou Jun! You bastard!"
You really can't blame her for marrying the wrong person.
Who told her to have a penchant for jerks since she was little?
Zou Jun opened the door, and behind him came the sharp cursing of his former goddess.
A slow smile spread across his lips, a cool yet satisfied expression:
"You should feel proud of sleeping with me."
I went back to Xia Kingdom just to have some fun.
He'd have his fill in this impoverished country, then return to America to pursue higher dreams, and never come back.
.....
He walked to the hotel entrance when his phone vibrated.
Email notification sound.
After returning to Xia Kingdom, he submitted many resumes.
It wasn't to find a job, it was to "challenge" others, to show off one's knowledge.
When the other company's CEO is full of admiration for you and wants you to join the company, then casually say, "Your lab isn't good enough, I'll take another look."
Have you taken a liking to me?
Sorry, I'm not interested in you.
"Shenteptide Biotechnology?"
He stared at the sender's name, thought for a moment, and said, "Oh, that one."
A biotechnology company under the World Dream Group.
To be honest, he really looked down on this kind of small laboratory.
Is World Dream just a project that develops supporting living areas?
You may have money, but can true knowledge be bought with money?
He casually clicked on the attachment—it wasn't an invitation, but a test paper.
He laughed.
How dare someone in the real estate industry set exam questions?
"Answer it with full marks, then reply with 'Too easy, no fun.'"
With that thought in mind, he opened the test questions.
Then, his expression changed.
For the first question, his brows furrowed slightly.
For the fifth question, your finger hovers over the screen.
For the tenth question, he sat up straight on the sofa in the hotel lobby.
Each question was quite profound, involving a level of expertise comparable to his mentor in the United States.
His mentor, on the other hand, had published papers in the journal Green Biology.
Zou Jun became serious, his brows furrowed, and he pondered the matter repeatedly.
He even went to academic forums to look up information and compared it line by line, afraid of missing any detail.
By the time he finished the last question, it was already afternoon.
The back of my clothes was soaked with sweat.
He clicked submit, let out a long sigh, leaned back in his chair, and muttered to himself:
"Who exactly is the person who set this question?!"
He paused, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.
"That has actually piqued my interest a little."
He began to worry that the other person wouldn't understand his answer.
The derivation process was so intricate that ordinary people couldn't even grasp the basics.
But he couldn't wait to know how many points the other party would give him.
I glanced at the time—two hours before the plane took off.
This level of review takes at least three days.
The curve of his lips widened even more.
I wonder how heartbroken the other person would be if they knew they had missed out on such a great talent as themselves?
I had just stepped out of the hotel when my phone vibrated again.
Zou Jun looked down and his pupils suddenly contracted.
Did you reply?
Only ten minutes have passed!
Little did he know that waiting for him on the other end of the screen was Liu Weiqian, the foremost microbiologist in China.
Since acquiring the Beast Language Flute, Liu Weiqian has become an absolute observer of the microbial world, and his academic achievements are beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
"Could it be that they don't understand my stuff and just rejected it outright?" Zou Jun's face darkened as he opened the email. "What a bunch of idiots."
The next second, he was stunned.
The email was filled with annotations.
Where the thinking was insufficient, where the argument was flawed, each question was marked with a red pen.
It didn't feel like reviewing a graduate student's answer sheet; it felt more like an elementary school teacher grading a first-grade student's homework.
The last few lines of brief message struck him like a bolt of lightning.
A sudden enlightenment.
He saw a deeper level of the academic world, a field he had never explored before.
"This...this..."
Zou Jun's face was unpredictable, as if he had been slapped hard across the face by a large hand.
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