"Hahaha, Xiao Zhang, we've also thought about the idea you mentioned. It's quite feasible! As long as our medical research is crazy enough and exaggerated enough, then everything will not be a fantasy!"
Wang Jianguo laughed and spoke.
Publishing Nature in Chinese is just a test of the waters.
They chatted for a while, and then the Western medicine boss's phone rang.
After seeing the name on the caller ID, the Western medicine doctor raised his eyebrows and interrupted the conversation.
"Commander Wang, Boss Xiao Zhang, and the editor-in-chief of Nejm called."
Wang Jianguo gestured, "Take it, take it, Xiao Sun, take it here. Turn on the PA."
The Western medicine expert nodded, answered the phone, and turned on the speakerphone.
A rough male voice came from inside.
They were speaking English, and the chattering gave Zhang Yuan a headache.
However, Zhang Yuan also extracted the key points from his words.
Nejm's editor-in-chief wants to compete for Yuan Lai's paper on limb-sustaining medicine.
The conditions offered are quite tempting.
"As long as you are willing to publish your academic paper on Yuanlai Xuzhi Medicine in our journal, we can publish one Chinese academic paper every year."
This opens up a new path for Chinese.
Under Wang Jianguo's gaze, the Western medicine master smiled and pulled with the other side.
Then.
Reject and hang up the phone without mercy.
As soon as the call was disconnected, before the few people had time to communicate, the phone rang again.
This time, the call came from the head of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
The Chinese medicine expert's mouth twitched, and he showed the caller ID to everyone helplessly.
The call was from the editor-in-chief of Science.
The conditions they offered were even more exaggerated.
It was so exaggerated that Zhang Yuan thought he was a liar.
What happened next was even more outrageous.
The phone call from the Chinese and Western medicine expert seemed to have opened some channel.
Never stopped again.
Wang Jianguo was speechless.
Zhang Yuan was also speechless.
But now, speechless or not is not the point.
The point is that the door to the other world is about to open.
According to Zhang Yuan's understanding of Qin Shihuang and Tang Feng, someone must come today.
After saying goodbye to Wang Jianguo, Zhang Yuan returned to the mall.
After a while, the door to the other world opened.
Tang Feng came in covered in dust.
[Oh my god, who is this? Coal?]
[There's a foul smell. Did this guy do something bad somewhere? Did he fall into a toilet?]
Tang Feng: ....
With his head down, he greeted weakly, "Good evening, Boss Zhang."
He really didn't have the energy to argue with Zhang Yuan today.
Seeing his listless look, Zhang Yuan asked curiously.
"Brother Tang, what's wrong with you? You look like a female ghost has sucked away your energy and spirit."
[That's right, could it be Nie Xiaoqian? Sure, let's play Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio.]
Tang Feng: ...
He felt stronger.
"Boss Xiao Zhang, your ancestors may not come to the mall today, so why don't we go eat first?"
Tang Feng was hungry and had no strength, so he decided to wait until he had a full meal before fighting again.
Zhang Yuan was puzzled: "How do you know that the ancestor won't come to the mall today?"
[Oh my god, when did these two hook up behind my back? I didn't even know the ancestor wouldn't be coming today, so how did Brother Tang know?]
Tang Feng looked at Zhang Yuan eagerly, with a hungry look on his face.
Zhang Yuan: .....
Why does Brother Tang look at him with such affectionate eyes?
[Is this guy interested in me? No, I'm a straight man. I love beautiful women, and beautiful women love me.]
Tang Feng clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and spoke word by word, "Boss Zhang, I'm really starving. Wasn't your ancestor heading north to fight recently? He's probably on the road all night long now. How could he possibly come back?!"
Zhang Yuan: ....
Suddenly realized.
Yes, our ancestor is now leading the team to attack the Mao country.
"Okay, okay, let's go."
Zhang Yuan immediately stood up and took Tang Feng into the end of the world.
When they arrived at the end of the world, the two went straight to the dining area.
At this time, there were still several tenants eating in the dining area.
Seeing Zhang Yuan coming, they put down their chopsticks and greeted Zhang Yuan.
"Boss Zhang, good evening!"
"Boss Xiao Zhang, you must try this new dish made by the chef today. It's really delicious."
"Boss Zhang, when do you start recruiting new employees? I can't help but want to draw my sword."
"Draw your sword? Why the hell are you drawing your sword?"
"Grab a spot, hahaha, I want to work for Boss Xiao Zhang."
Zhang Yuan smiled and patiently replied to everyone.
"Good evening."
"It's coming soon. There may be job recruitment information tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Remember to pay attention."
"Well, I think you're so young, you probably won't make it. You'd better just focus on fighting zombies, haha."
He also did not forget to tease the person who asked the question.
The man scratched his head and chuckled.
After Zhang Yuan and Tang Feng sat down, the chef walked over with an expressionless face.
Zhang Yuan watched the chef's steps and was terrified.
I always feel that something bad is going to happen today.
But didn’t he just recruit two kitchen helpers for the chef?
Sure enough, it turns out that sometimes men's premonitions are reliable.
The chef slammed the menu on the table with a sullen look on his face.
"Zhang Yuan, the restaurant needs waiters, please arrange them."
Zhang Yuan was so timid that he nodded repeatedly in agreement: "Okay, okay, I'll arrange it. I'll arrange it tomorrow."
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